Inaugurate
Sometimes you expected the good in life, sometimes you expected the bad... many things of trying to find what you think of what you want, what you deserve, what you need in a desperation of being loved or being isolated. Many times we want to live... many times we just want to die...
It’s not like the world is ending literally...
Although that is what most people think about...
Other than laying my head down over on the front school bus in front of me, I laid my arms down, the wheels on the bus, no pun intended, gives out a rhythmic rhyme on the road, the gravel road has a couple of bumps and a few splashes of the water puddles from the side of the roads, the light rain sprinkled not to hard but will later today and the very gentle breeze felt great.
Having my black wired Skullcandy Icon 2 Headphones 2011 on, Black Celebration by Depeche Mode, I enjoy how dark this song sounds, it gives out a perfect vibe for a rainy day, the cold and rainy weather mixed with this song gives me comfort.
As I leaned up and leaned on my right shoulder against the side of the bus, I was overlooking through the window, the rain continued to drip lightly and I couldn’t wait for another sense of time to myself. The city of Chicago, Illinois on a light stormy day of the driven school bus towards White Oak High School, the entire town looks like it will be on the verge of a riot from the streets below of a higher road, the travels of going around the time to collect children to a rotten school... isn’t much of a fun time... the large rolling thunderstorms started to get a bit more heavy, as the raindrops kept on hitting the ugly school bus.
Most of my time is just listening to the darkness in music, the understanding of horrors of everyday life in one of the most cruel cities in the USA, corrupted by the powers of street gangs at night, the murders or killers just waiting for the right moment to strike their next victim...
Sure that is my life of course, danger lurks everywhere in Chicago, it’s not like I’m just gonna die from someone being insanely crazy right? Oh wait that’s right... I’m slowly becoming one of those people, that is what it means to be a Goth kid right? Maybe... although this growing darkness within me keeps on going, it’s a never ending kind of isolation, pain and loneliness. That one...f*cked up kind.
Along the fading music it has been changed to Bela Lugosi’s Dead by Bauhaus, the song gives me a sense of relaxation if I’m going to be honest, the rhythm, the beat, the chilling of the guitar and the little darkness in the vocalist’s voice gives out a haunting tune. During the song I couldn’t stop staring at the heavy storm clouds piling up, the shades of bluish-gray clouds started to turn into a darker shade of blue, hinting that it will be raining all day or all night.
The more I got drawn to the cloudy sky, it felt like I was almost being hypnotized by the clouds just piling up over the other cloud to the next, even if life can sometimes be hypnotizing, life can be gone in a matter of seconds sometimes, and most of the times you can’t keep on running away from reality.
I always hate my reality, how despicable it is due to the terrible influences of Susan and Ruben Sharp. Ruben Clyde Sharp; an abusive, alcoholic, and smoker father of age forty three, to his messy thick and wavy medium black hair, that covers most of his eyes and the underlining of a squared beard shape with some sight of a stubble shave, knowing that I share his thick messy hair, I hate being related to him when I resemble most of him. He has those angry or aggressive expressions that can scare me and my sister for life, besides being a scary man even if he was a military soldier even if no one on the force messed with him. Ruben has a couple of scars that proves that he is an aggressive soldier, he has a scar on his left neck, most of his short chest hair hides a scar on his upper stomach along with a scar on his left hip, he has no regrets of his scars on his white skin tone. Knowing that Ruben can be scary with his brown fierce animalistic eyes, his height is likely to mock shorter people since he almost reaches up to six point five feet tall and weighs over two hundred and three pounds.
Compared to Ruben is his wife who is also one of the cruelest mothers; Susan Amber Sharp, she shares the same age of forty three, Ruben and Susan seems to be a great matchmaking in hell, in my case, Lucifer fell in love with Lilith. Whenever I see Ruben or Susan, my reality is nothing else, both a nightmare for living with these two evil lovebirds. Susan has an oval facial shape, the soft dark blue eyes even if I just see black demonic eyes instead. Susan’s white skin tone is flawless with no visible scars, she has a beautiful shade of short auburn hair with short red bands in front of her eyes with fading bright red at the ends of her hair. Susan weighs over a hundred seven eight pounds. Susan has a few things in common with Ruben, she is a smoker, she lies just to control what she wants rather than what others want, she manipulates her own children and mostly makes me fight with my sister. Susan always feels comfort in the chaos she creates and never ceases her satisfaction.
Sadly I feel more bad for my sister, Caitlin Madison Sharp since she feels more damaged from the cruel actions of our parents, she takes it more seriously and tries not to talk about it, but always talks to me because of the good things of having a brother. Caitlin and I would usually discover the truth or motivation behind Susan’s lies and Ruben’s abusive nature.
Caitlin Madison Sharp, she’s just a year younger than me at the age of fifteen, she carries the brown eyes of Reuben as I carry the blue eyes of Susan.
Caitlin also shares the flawless white skin tone to Susan, she has soft curly brown hair that fades downwards with purple faded galaxy hair and midway up to her shoulders. She stands up to five point four feet tall and weighs one hundred seventy four pounds. She’s an amazing girl and I loved how bright her personality is, while I am the one having a dark personality, even when I noticed the connection of the whole yin and yang balance.
Now on my Samsung Galaxy Nexus, Shadow of Love by The Damned began to play on my headphones, I still continued to look out to the pouring rain than listening to the laughter from the other teenagers and from my sister right by my side, I’m not caring about the laughter but I at least enjoy the silence even if it means, I’m the misfit of the whole school that no likes to hang out with, I didn’t care about being the so called ‘misfit’ at least and I am not the kind of kid who would hurt another kid for no reason.
Flashing my phone to a black screen I can see my face being reflected, my dark gray beanie hat covering over my normal messy black hair, the tired and careless blue eyes additionally with dark bags under my eyes, my white skin tone gleams a few spots of bloods and rain from outside right next to me. I can see a few sparkles of my black leather jacket’s gold rings flickering not so brightly since the sun is being in the sea of rain clouds.
I mean, sure I look like a bad boy but I’m not exactly a bad boy, just a depressed goth kid who suffers in silence of being abused, lied to, turning towards insanity, being filled with negative or dark thoughts with nothing else that truly doesn’t matter in my life. Some strange or weirdness for a goth kid who goes through rough problems in the family...it also doesn’t involve puberty thankfully. That is way more than embarrassing and worthless.
I just want a normal life like everyone else, I want to laugh like everyone else, I want to tell funny stories or jokes, I want to smile brightly like everyone else, I want to play games like everyone else and etc. but honestly... is it worth it? To be like everyone else? To be normal? I never wanted a life for being a goth but I was drawn to the whole culture, the interesting fashion designs, the taste in music that has a mysterious vibe to both heart and soul, the history of how it all started and so much more. If my parents weren’t cruel, I wouldn’t have gone goth in the first place, but in secret, I enjoy the morbid culture of goths and how goth people look, gives me the insight of being a part of darkness in life from my perspective, I give all of my respects and honor to these people... mysteriously horrifically awesome! It would really tell me that I’ve found my people! I find solace for goth people and the culture itself.
Although for finding solace in the goth culture, Caitlin worries about me a lot, though I keep on reassuring her that I’m not as creepy or dangerous I may look, I’m still the same Nicolas Arthur Sharp, that she knows and how I’m not the kind of person, who would literally turn to the dark side, maybe pun intended, I do my best to be protective for Caitlin of how broken she really is on the inside. I don’t blame Caitlin for hiding her darkness inside of her, she wants a happy life, a life to explore, to travel around the world, taking photos and go to college as a photographer for a better life, than being trapped here in Chicago.
Caitlin and I are desperate to escape from Ruben and Susan, but the odds are against us, we’re not legally adults and are trapped under the warranty or guardianship of Ruben and Susan. Once Caitlin and I finally graduate, I have a strong feeling that we will finally escape the past, of living in a hellhole of torture and blood.
Not sure what the future may hold, I know Caitlin is working hard to gain a scholarship for any creative colleges alongside me, trying to work hard on writing to gain my own scholarship for literature colleges.
For now, Caitlin and I are a team, other than being siblings we look after each other to protect, and that’s what a real family does...
Thankfully, Caitlin and I are not the only ones going through family drama, knowing about our meet up from what our friends call ourselves; “The Misfit Family” we are not a large group of friends, but we are the outcasts of the school that no one else likes. Just seven friends enjoying our time together without caring about... well what other kids think about us.
Suddenly I felt someone grabbing my hat and pushed it down my face and bonked off my headphones, I snorted and I knew who it was; Luther John Allen, he’s the same age as me of being sixteen but his height tells a different kind of age, he looks more like a college kid due to his strange growth spurt at six point one feet tall, I wasn’t surprised when I saw his dark maroon eyes in comparison to his African American skin tone, he weighs up to a hundred seventy six pounds, the only thing that makes Luther interesting compared to his body structure of being a basketball player, he has a square facial shape and then he gives me a gentle smile, I knew he was laughing and trying to cheer me up from being a strange or difficult goth kid, he has short taper cut with taper fade black hair, though I attempted to grab his hair for a little revenge, but not in a violent way to rip of his hair but to be playful.
“Dang it, Luther!” I giggled and soon Caitlin was actually happy to hear me laugh just a little, she gave me a quick hug but soon took my hat, put it over Luther’s head and over his face just to play around with the same trick that Luther gave to me.
“Caitlin!” Luther laughed.
“That’s what you get, Luther!” Caitlin laughed it off as her other friends got her attention to be in a fun little story or telling jokes. Which brought me back to my thoughts from earlier, I got my headphones back on as the music was changed to Nothing Else Matters by Doro, which ironically tells me that nothing else matters than a little laughter won’t help to ease my thoughts. Although as the bus got closer to the school, I wasn’t really ready for this and regardless enough, I was always going to hate the kid who looked like a dangerous drug dealer. I placed my jacket’s hood over my head and over my headphones to protect it from the pouring rain.
Now that the bus arrived at the school, all I know at this point, you’re getting close to face some of the demons that will always torture you... such a way to place this starting inaugurate life, no matter where you go, all you might see are the demons judging you and the angels are just starring at you... only to feel the uneasiness rattle you.
As the pouring children exit the bus, Caitlin is on my right side with a playful smile, to show her smile and energy of just having fun, although with Luther on my left, he’s somewhat a lot like Caitlin, they both love to show kindness, sharing the smiles, the energy and positivity.
We always go in different paths and one day that will happen...someday everyone goes on their own paths in life, either it’s a good one or a bad one. It’s the reason why everyone is different and not all the same, although that brings my thoughts to something else... no one at this damn school is like me. At all. I’m the one who stands out of the rest of the whole school of nightmares.
My music finally changed to Love Like Blood by Killing Joke, I love how sinister it starts off with, the mysterious beats of the drum sticks, the sinister strums of the guitar, the singer has an interesting dark tone in his voice and a whole lot more.
One shoulder bump from one of the passing students, his shoulder contacting my right shoulder, it felt painful and he didn’t take it kindly towards the only out of place kids.
“Watch it, freak!” I heard his voice fading away, until another kid bumped his left shoulder onto mine, it’s no one’s fault but being the only one who is the freak show of the school, no one likes a creep or a goth kid, after all I am the one who being pushed aside by almost everyone.
“Psycho!” The other kid shouted at me.
I don’t take the insults personally, not mentally or physically, it’s just something that doesn’t affect me at all. Despite the pain at the home that I share with the most horrible parents, I don’t show any remorse of being one of the different people than anyone else. I kept my eyes focused in front of me or down on my feet or just closing my eyes, feeling the other people’s shoulder bumping against mine, the insults kept on coming and didn’t cease.
Sure... pick on the guy who is weird, strange, freak, psycho, b*tch or a**hole etc. Nothing else changes in the life of everyone’s future, let the freak die and he’s forgotten... sarcastically or in regards to what would happen... I sighed.
Sometimes when enough is enough, I would get my big bad boy boots on and with the same resemblance with Ruben, my eyes are one of the things that makes everyone fear me, seriously, I never wanted to resemble my evil father at all, but I inherited most of his cruelty which I see a few good things and bad things. The more kids that would insult me by passing by I just ignore them.
A few tough guys would sometimes want to come eye to eye just to threaten me, unlikely I will look at them with the most evilest eyes, at least that is what many bystanders and tough guys would spread the rumor about me.
They can spread rumors all they want but all they’ll get from me is a death wish, there’s likely no way my looks can really kill, but it is completely false, everyone wouldn’t stop spreading the rumors at all and I can hear a couple of whispers being told behind my back.
As I was continuing to walk towards the cafeteria, I felt a few kids punching my arms or shoving their shoulders against mine once again, in exchanging a warning or the continuous insults, I didn’t care about what everyone thinks or says about me, nothing matters, I didn’t matter to many people, no one likes a kid like me just because I look like a dangerous drug dealer, a member of the mafia or a kingpin of the underworld. I’m not that kind of a guy... but with a story with my sister, Caitlin, no one must know how much pain and depression goes on with our lives. A darkness that is actually desperate to be turned into light...
“So... I’m thinking about going to see a movie in theaters, something funny and action wise, what do you think, Luther?” Caitlin asked as she looked at Luther, his size comparison is crazy to the many kids at school and towards me and Caitlin. It was no joke that Luther is up at six feet tall and one inch, it’s not that high, but makes him different from other kids but normally for athletes.
“Sure, why not? The Green Hornet? The Rite? I Saw The Devil? Dead Space: Aftermath?” Luther threw out some ideas as we made our way to the line for breakfast that the cooks made for us. During the whole time we were discussing what movie seemed to be the best option, Luther kept on throwing more movie ideas that almost became a problem, more movies and less time of deciding what sounds good.
“Those movies do sound all good, Luther, but we have to choose only one, can’t pay for more than one movie, it’ll waste a lot of time, money and energy. I mean come on, they all can’t be that good...” Caitlin was thinking out loud and almost argued with Luther.
“Come on, if the green hornet really saw the devil, he’s going to end up being right, in the end it’s just going to be in the aftermath, what good can it be?” Luther said, mentioning all of the jokes to come up with a movie crossover story line.
“Did you really have to do that, Luther? I knew you were going to say that and now I don’t know you...” I said as we were all choosing our breakfast options, none of the school food gave me any interest, I just went with ones that caught my attention, pancakes with syrup, milk, eggs and my small chocolate bar that I took from home. It wasn’t much but I just went with it and didn’t care much about the food, I just kept on talking with Luther and Caitlin over the idea of going to the movies with one choice.
Luther looked at me with an expression that he’s going to joke no matter what.
“Nigel? Negan? Nolan? Or Nelson?” Luther joked.
I laughed sarcastically.
“Sure... be funny, whoever you are, Logan” I joked back.
“You’re killing me, Nick... you need to work more on your jokes and someday some dad jokes” Luther said, somehow he was the one killing my mood, regardless. I patted Luther’s back and tried to find another joke but I was already bored of the jokes, besides I had nothing else to say to Luther at the time.
“Luther and Nicolas, get along please, I don’t want friends to be torn apart just because we can’t decide on a good movie for all of us. I might have to place votes with the entire Misfit Family first just to find out what sounds good. Come on, Misfit Family Forever” Caitlin had a point, if Luther and I can’t decide, we’re gonna have to let the group of friends decide for the whole voting. Politics...
Sometimes I wonder why I am existing except being one of the school freaks and suffering through family drama and trauma.
I was suddenly knocked back into reality when I couldn’t see and realized that one of my other friends finally arrived at the table with their plates as well, I can tell it was Cody Mitchell Beck, he’s a lot like Luther for being at six foot two, he put a hand on my hat and shoved it down over my fave, literally likely pulling a Luther move from that school bus. Cody is at Caitlin’s age of fifteen, he has a heart facial shape, he has a light brown temple fade haircut, most of his bangs are a bit loose over his rectangle-rimless blue glasses that protects his brown eyes, Cody chuckles with a smile and I can visibly see a few freckles on his cheeks at the corner of his eyes and under his eyeglasses. Cody wears a plain light gray t-shirt with denim blue jeans and black running shoes, he is a lot like Luther due to his height being close of being five foot ten, he weighs at a hundred and seventy pounds even when he is quite an athlete for the sport of basketball, they do play together and get long great although likely to be very close as brothers, but the only thing that Cody also does is being the science nerd of the group, he has an interest of being a scientist was odd and out of place for him compared to his other teammates.
“Sorry but I couldn’t help it, Nick, you might want to get rid of the hat, when no one else is around, or you’ll continue to get the same hat dumping on ya,” Cody said as he sat next to Luther on the large white marble rectangular table.
“You really think that’ll happen, Cody? Try the other way around, what about those glasses? Expensive right?” I spat at Cody with a little amusement, but I smirked just to show that I was just messing with him back.
“Don’t be a d*ck, or else, it’ll bite you in the a**, Nick” said Wesley Dan Cameron, although being the third tallest kid in our group at the age of seventeen at five foot nine, he has an oval facial shape, he has dark brown hair with blonde long men’s hairstyle, he also has nice gleaming light blue eyes to also show positivity, he has a nice dark tanned shade of his white skin tone, Wesley is sometimes considered to be a punk in our group but also the artist, he’s great at being a rapper or musician and enjoys his time of drawing traditional artworks in his sketchbook that he takes everywhere.
“Playing around with Nick again, huh? What did I even miss? A prom date or something?” said Tristan Oliver Adams, it isn’t sometimes fun but when realizing that his height matches to Cody’s of being six foot two, most of us think it’s not fair but we all didn’t mind having four tall people, the one thing that stands out of that makes him a part of his group, is his strange curly and wavy dark silver middle fade haircut, the many times over his life and his parents tried everything to change his hair to a blonde or a brown color, it is strange or unfortunate that he was born with dark silver hair, his family bloodline never had anyone being born with dark silver hair regardless. Besides Tristan’s silver hair, he looks great with his soft and gentle green eyes, he has a similar white tanned skin tone to Wesley but a bit lighter from the sun tan. I wasn’t even too sure if it was something with Luther, Cody and Tristan being the three basketball players of the Misfit Family but it wasn’t surprising that they are all the most interesting friends that I have right here. In regards, Tristan’s silver hair wasn’t just the main difference for being a young man, his parents were okay with him having large white angel wings being tattooed on his back to look like he was an angel from the heavens. I’d prefer the angel of darkness or from hell... I still hate my life...
I sighed.
“Very funny, Tristan, how’s your back? Still stings from the tattoo?” I asked, of course it was a recent event for him from two days ago, it would take a while for Tristan to not feel the stings anymore.
“Yeah, much better than yesterday” Tristan drank his chocolate milk carton as everyone else started eating their breakfast.
Although as everyone was eating and staying silent, there were two things going on in my mind, one, I still needed to bring up the plan for going out to the movies with the entire gang, two, we’re just missing one more person and there’s no sign of him.
“Don’t tell me... he locked himself in a bathroom stall and once again tried to cut himself?” Luther asked cautiously and concerning. Everyone sighed and thought to themselves about our emo friend, it would be rude to take the worst life than anyone else, but for Jonathon Eugene Maxwell, a seventeen year old kid who acts and suffers through the same way that Caitlin and I go through, Jonathan suffers through multiple problems at once, his parents had divorced since he was only six, he’s under the care of his mother but there was no legit care from Jon’s mom, she makes him do all of the chores, the work around her household, his mother would also abuse him, torture him, scare him to not look like his own father that had left them for good, he resembles so much of his heartless and criminal father that he doesn’t want to become like his evil dad at all. Jon suffers through a lot and feels like he’s been a slave or servant rather than being his mother’s son, he fell into a huge depression and turned his life around to become more of an evil looking version of himself. Jon has a round facial shape, he has dark auburn red spikes with bangs, he has dark green eyes that shows almost no emotions at all, his skin tone is darker than mine of being white tanned, he wears two black skull earrings on his left ear and would never want to take it out, except for when he showers or sleeps at home. Knowing how depressed and different he is than everyone else here at this school, I was able to break through to Jon and comfort him with my story as well. It turns out that Jon a and I are likely equals and so much like each other, not because of being a goth from torturous parents, to an emo with a violent and hated mother, who slaves her own son, we’ve related so much that we practically became friends...more likely best friends once he stops cutting himself. But now that Jon is cutting again, it was to be something with his mother or from the kids who would treat him dirty. Either way, Jon and I are best friends regardless of what happens, we really complete each other due to our hellish lives that we go through.
Right now... I feel responsible... I can’t let Jon suffer alone forever... even with Caitlin, I can’t let Jon and Caitlin suffer anymore.
“I guess I have to find him then...” I said as I stood up and left, until I heard Caitlin say my name.
“Nick! Are you sure about this?” Caitlin asked as she jumped up from her seat.
“I’m sure, besides, I lost my appetite...” I replied back to Caitlin and went off to the nearest boys restroom next to the trashcan and across the room to the indoor basketball court. Unsure if Jon is really in this restroom, my next guess would be that he will be in the nurse’s office trying to treat his wounds. Since I’m not entirely sure, I have to find him or he’ll eventually end up at our table with no problems.
“Wait Nick, I’m going to text him right now” Cody said as he got out his phone and started to text where is Jon, I started coming back to the table as if I was about to do something stupid and then I got back to my seat.
Even if there are possibilities on where Jon is, Luther suspects that he’s cutting himself again, most of us think that he’s in the school nurse’s office but I’m thinking that he’s running late to school, it’s a possibility that his mother is beating him up again but who knows? Most of the time I do jump to some conclusions and try to do the best I can to be his friend.
A few moments later, Cody’s phone made a sound and Jon texted back.
“He says; my mother is such a sl*t!!! I had to escape from her and her d***he bag boyfriend, who needs family? Thug life is the best and f**k them both... hashtag...w**res...” Cody said suspiciously and cautiously, unsure how to react, Cody let his phone drop on the table with wide eyes.
“Not my words, his... this dude has an interesting choice of racial slurs...damn...” Cody said, waving his hands up, over his head and down to his neck.
“You can’t blame him, Jon has been suffering like with me and Nick, he’s mad for obvious reasons” Caitlin mentioned trying to pitch in on the conversations, even when being mad for those obvious reasons, Jon relates to Caitlin and to me more often.
“The psychology for Jon’s mental health and his life to be grown as an emo... no offense, Nick, depression is quite an experience and negativity corrupts the calculations for a human brain, though, the persecution can get unstable and make assailable possibilities to hurt themselves, despite feeling emotional pain, it can get worse to the next stage, not being insensibility until the physical feelings are the only one left-” Cody explained but we weren’t understanding his vocabulary choices of words.
“Can you please just get to the point, Cody?” Luther asked.
Tristan flicked some of his food at Cody, just to get Cody’s attention to actually get straight to the point, like Luther wasn’t wanting to listen to his nerd stuff.
“Okay, okay! Jon doesn’t want to live with his mother anymore since he’s suffering too much, again, no offense to Nick and Caitlin” Cody finally finished his sentence normally and not by his nerd talk.
“None taken...I think...” Caitlin said, skeptically.
“Unlikely or not, this isn’t just about Jon here, this is about us now, we have to support him as much as we can, I can be careless enough about anything else but for us, we’re all we have left for just being the Misfit Family...” I said undoubtedly for Jon’s life and safety, I can’t help but to still feel responsible.
It’s not just because of how I feel responsible, everyone actually looks to me for answers but with an uncaring and black heart, I have some dust to brush off just to have fun with my friends. Right now, it seems irrelevant to mention a good movie for the whole family at this Jon situation...
I closed my eyes just to get into my deep thoughts, but when I opened them again, my eyes were in the dark with a few holes of light poking through my hat. I sighed, not sure who dunked my hat over my eyes again, but I had a good guess on who it was.
“Hey Jon...” I said as I took off my hat with my right hand and lay my arms over my chest, I smirked and shook my head although in an instant... I grew back to my usual self, the darkness around me is once again back to normal and the numbness returns.
“Really hope that you guys got my text, my whore of a mother was trying to keep me away from school today, just so I can hang out with her douche bag boyfriend, fuck that shit, just die already weirdos...” Jon said then sighed with a strange passive aggressive look, sure it surprised everyone but right now, breakfast matters right now and we don’t have enough time to eat.
“Sorry guys, I really needed that off my chest and my mind, you guys know that I won’t say anything like that to all of you, just trust me when I use my mouth against enemies like that okay? Only towards the enemies” Jon explained.
“Whatever you say man, just know that we’re genuinely concerned for you,” Luther said, gently trying to show Jon the brotherly love while Jon was just starting to have his breakfast. We all sat down in silence for the rest of the breakfast time until the bell rings for class to start.
Just like that, the movie option that Luther, Caitlin and I were discussing earlier was completely discharged from the time being, movie or not, we still have to support everyone in the group regardless.
My chest grew very heavy from overlapping every problem in my mind and my heart. Due to the amount of heaviness, the circulating numbness in my chest grew more dense and my heart remained in cold blood. Thankfully, Vampires Cry by Nosferatu started to play on my headphones.
If I have to be honest, the movie didn’t matter, the people here on this table mattered to me, they are the only ones that makes me feel like I really have a family, the brothers that I always wanted and the sister that always brings out the happiness for me, the love, the caring, the energy and the motivation. Without Caitlin and the boys, I’m nothing. I’d even die to protect my friends and my only caring family member.
Well, besides Ruben and Susan being horrible parents, Principal Stephen Brandon Lewis is a longtime friend of Ruben as they both went to this high school, Stephen is the only one who would take the bullet for both Caitlin and I.
Who knew that the main man, Principal Stephen Lewis actually does care about the brightest and the most negative teenagers in school.
The latest song on my Iphone of Deliverance by The Mission, is by far one of the most favorite songs, it has a classical vibe even it was made in the start of the nineties, I love how the music has a mysterious vibe as well, it also gives me motivation in which I needed for my school work. During the remaining few minutes of breakfast, I just messed around with my hat, spinning it around on the tip of my index finger. I kept my eyes on the hat as it continued to spin around.
Finally as the bell rang for the first class, Caitlin quickly reminded me of meeting up with two of her teachers after school; Dwayne Casey her Chemistry Teacher and Dean Hopkins her History Teacher for an afternoon tutoring. Caitlin has been struggling with her Chemistry test and her struggling with most of her History as well. Although by the mentioning of both of their names, Dwayne and Dean just strangely gives me a weird vibe, something about those two that I don’t trust, I’m not entirely sure why I don’t trust them both and remains a mystery to why I don’t trust or even like them at all.
“Anyway, once I’m done with the tutoring, I might be...home late...” Caitlin sighed as she didn’t want to say mom and dad’s names at all, once again, Caitlin and I hate them and will continue to hate them until they see what they have been doing to us. Control freak monsters...
“Don’t have to be at home, why don’t we just head off to the...you all know what place, right?” I said, although that instantly made everyone pause from walking away from the cafeteria, they all looked at me suspiciously, they don’t like what I was talking about, they knew that I was talking about the Safe Haven, none of them liked the Safe Haven for obvious reasons, but Jon cared since it became a routine for all of us, a place for all of us to hang out together, to loaf around like we own the place, the Safe Haven isn’t like any other places that we go to than to the Blue Violet Cafe, our Safe Haven is a burnt down church from the burnt shadowy remains, it shows us that the church was burnt from the eighteen seventies, the Safe Haven has a English Gothic architecture style, the building is large enough to fill almost all of the population in Chicago. Even if the burnt church is still standing, no one goes to this church anymore, no one even talks about the place but only left with frightened looks on their faces. As if something terrible happened at that church back then. Whenever we go to our Safe Haven, we’re free to do whatever we want to do and we would trash the place if we ever feel angry. Although Luther, Cody, Tristan and Wesley look frightened from me almost mentioning the Safe Haven, it was like they weren’t sure about the urban legends circling around the cathedral, and even they won’t mention what urban legends goes on there, like the cathedral’s history is meant to remain a secret until death.
“I don’t know, Nick, that place still gives me the creeps,” Luther said as he threw away the trash in the bin and placed his tray above the other dirty trays, while I did the same with no food being touched and like I said before... I lost my appetite.
“Sometimes I won’t mind, but it’s just me talking... I’d say screw it, I’ll bring some snacks okay?” Jon said not caring if our Safe Haven has a dark history, he’s always into something that has a morbid history and loves the creepy nature. I’m just glad that Jon and I are best friends.
By the time I turned around, I was unexpected to see my long term rival... Prince Jake Dustin Holloway... age seventeen, he has a diamond facial shape, he has the same short wavy black hair, his bangs covers most of his cruel green eyes, his expression reads out ‘danger’ or ′ back off, b*tch’ although we harshly agreed to never make eye contact anymore... turns out that only rule got broken...
Next thing that I knew, Jake grabbed my shoulders and shoved me down to the ground, before Luther and I could react, Jake punched my nose directly as he leaned down on me, all of this hell was just beginning to break loose, Jake’s tall structure towered over me up to six point three feet tall, his eyes became very animalistic or predatory to playfully fight his favorite prey. Me. He has white tanned skin tone that will possibly get scars on, since Jake has never taken on boxing class, he is pretty well trained onto something since he weighs at one hundred seventy two pounds. Jake’s aggressiveness was a part of our past ever since elementary school, our fights never ceased after all of these damned years and here we are once again brawling against each other. After Jake’s attack on my nose, he reached his pulsating hands around my neck, trying to strangle me although I put my hands over his neck as well, we were both looking at each other as if we’ve been expecting this to happen.
As I tried to push Jake away with my feet on his chest and I did a back flip to land on my feet, he backed away a couple of steps and screamed or roared at me like an angry tiger trying to eat me. Although Luther interfered and pushed Jake away from me.
“Hey! Mess with him! Mess with me!” Luther taunted Jake and his crew to help him up.
Patrick Oliver Ford, age sixteen, he has a triangle facial shape, he has black full coverage bleached emo haircut, rough dark green eyes that were growing sharp, his white skin tone clashes against Luther of being hand to hand in a second brawl in the background, his high almost reaches close to Luther’s for being up to six foot one, his alliance with the devil, Jake, Patrick never liked me as well, ever since elementary school, he always supported Jake no matter what happens.
“I’ll take that bet,” Patrick said as he taunted back to Luther.
Jake pushed Luther away and rushed towards me to continue the fight, even if Jake wanted another fight, he was getting it but I was the one being bullied here. I didn’t even do shit other than looking at his eyes, I mean, what’s the problem with meeting eye contact now?
All of the kids started piling up around us in a circle, chanting ‘fight’ over and over again, Jake grabbed my jacket collar, he pulled me up in the air then pushed me against one of the wall pillars in the cafeteria, I managed to punch Jake’s left cheek with a fist then repeated the same action with my other fist. Before I did, Jake blocked it with a free hand then punched his fist into my right eye. I grunted.
Even though Jake wasn’t done yet, he pulled me away and threw me against the floor. I landed on my stomach and tried to get away. Even if I did, I was able to see Luther and Patrick fighting until Jon, Tristan and Wesley were able to break up the fight. I groaned and kept on crawling away until I was hearing Jake’s heavy footsteps that gave off a stomping sound, he grabbed the back of my jacket and turned me around on my back.
I didn’t realize that the warm blood was oozing off from both of my nostrils, it was even pouring around my mouth and over my cheeks. Once again, Jake pulled onto my jacket and banged me against the hard floor. This happened a few times, I felt my neck popping and cracking a few times, even I felt it puncture on my spine as the pain flooded throughout my body.
Last of all, Jake stopped to catch his breath, then with one last attempt to escape I backed away until Luther sprawled against a wall pillar, gasping and wheezing painfully. “I bet this is how much pain you felt for all of your life...” Luther gasped.
“You have no idea...” I gasped.
Jake walked towards me and placed his right foot on my right shoulder, pinning me against the ground, once again until the pressure was getting crazy, he put so much force on my right shoulder I felt a shock of shearing pain literally broke me, entirely and literally, as I screamed so loud, I knew my shoulder bone was broken from the socket until Jon, Wesley and Tristan pulled Jake away from me.
“That’s enough, Jake!!!” A number of people shouted, Benjamin, Jon, Tristan, Wesley, Dan and Kevin as they kept him restrained.
“It’s not enough! I enjoy this!” Jake laughed in a sinister manner.
“Jake, it’s over! Let it go, man!” Shouted Dan.
“JAKE DUSTIN HOLLOWAY!!!” A booming loud deep voice echoed throughout the whole cafeteria room, the presence of my favorite fatherly idol was in the room, he’s mad...and no one likes it when Principal Stephen Brandon Lewis is mad, his fatherly protectiveness over his high school kids, has a very powerful demeanor, if anyone is hurt mentally or physically... he won’t cease his detective or military personality to keep anyone safe and protected.
“It’s. Not. Over...Nickel...” Jake snarled at me as he struggled to get out of everyone’s hold on him. His outbursts have become so overwhelming towards other victims, but most of it is on me specifically. I was Jake’s favorite target to bully and to fight with, although I don’t know if this is good for his ego or for his title of being a Prince.
With only one working eye, my right eye was slowly turning into a black eye, I grunted and groaned from the increasing pain from my right shoulder and arm, I couldn’t even move the arm nor even the fingers, I held onto my right arm with my left hand as a way to cradle myself from the agony of the pain, I was even panting and gasping for air.
“Nick!” Caitlin shouted and tried to get through the crowd, she managed to get through and saw me with a horrific expression, she came right towards me and tried to calm me down.
“Oh my god, Nick! Please tell me nothing is broken! Jesus...” Caitlin panicked as she stayed by my side just to help me calm down for once, Caitlin always makes me feel better, brother and sisterly love always makes me feel happy but with this pain, it doesn’t do much and now I’m sure that my friends are going to help me get to the nurse’s office or the hospital.
“Well... I can’t even...move my...right arm...” I was coughing in between my words, though with Caitlin’s arms around me I felt safe and loved.
“Caitlin...I’m sorry but you might need to get out of the way right now, I’ve notified the police and an ambulance to take your brother to the hospital, while they arrive...” Stephen paused and looked at Jake with a highly angry expression.
“...You are not getting detention... you’re getting something worse! Not suspension... but you are now expelled! For good! And I will be seeing you... and your family at court! Now pack up your things and get out of here, now!” Stephen said period, violence like this is never welcomed in any school but with Jake out of this school at least the Misfit Family and I are now getting less threats here.
“Hey Nick, it’s me, Cora, I need you to lay down your head on the ground, Caitlin, place this ice pack over his right eye, Luther, please place this pillow under his neck gently, Jon, place this other pillow over his right arm and shoulder carefully! The ambulance is here now and don’t worry, right now I need you to rest, I already called you’re parents and my sister at the hospital” said Cora Taylor Simpson, at the age of twenty nine, she has an oval facial shape, she has a blonde beachy waves haircut, she even has these gentle green eyes with a warming smile and concern by the look of her expression, she has a peachy white skin tone as she stands up to five foot seven and weighs around one hundred and sixty pounds. Cora wears the usual white lab doctor’s coat with a plain blue shirt underneath and black jeans.
The one thing that made me worry was that Cora called my parents! Like that would help me for sure!!! I thought sarcastically.
“Prince Jake Dustin Holloway, you are now under arrest for the assault, violent harassment, aggressive behavior and bullying of a school classmate!” I overheard a police officer and heard handcuffs locking down Jake, although he ran towards me again but was halted by the police, somehow I can hear a low utterly deep growl from Jake as if he was still not done fighting me. Although, I can see Jake’s eyes from a different and from a strange angle from laying down completely still, Jake’s eyes don’t just look like an animal, it looks like something has a hold of him internally... his eyes have a light red flick from his green eyes, although he shows off a sinister grin like he really enjoyed toying with me until I broke. Literally. Jake was satisfied from all of this pandemonium and carnage.
I was now being lifted by Luther, Cody and Tristan to be on the gurney with a few other people.
“Ma’am, are you by any chance to be related to this kid?” said a male police officer. I was able to look and saw Caitlin being interviewed by an officer.
“Yes, I’m his sister, his name is Nicolas Arthur Sharp, I am Caitlin Madison Sharp, can I now please be by my brother’s side? He needs me as much as I need him” Caitlin said and pleaded with the officer, though I was sure that I was getting slightly dizzy right now, I had to move my head back up to the ceiling and close my good eye to rest for now.
“Of course, and what about these five boys? Neighbors? Classmates? Friends? Friends of the family?” The same officer asked, taking some notes. I believe that’s what the officer is doing.
“Classmates, friends and friends of the family, sir,” Caitlin replied.
“Alright, you can ride in the ambulance, but for these five boys, there isn’t any room, the paramedics will be doing their job to keep you’re brother breathing along the way to the hospital” the officer said and in a few moments, I felt Caitlin’s presence next to me, as she was holding onto my good left hand.
“Caitlin...” I spoke softly.
“Hey, rest up, I’ll be here okay? Just rest” Caitlin reassured me.
“Before you do, the Principal will be taking our friends in his car to the hospital, so you can rest now” Caitlin said as I felt her warm lips kiss my forehead, I knew that she loves me as much as I do for her. Caitlin and I are literally the only ones that can trust each other, but how can I tell her that mom and dad will be at the hospital as well? I don’t want her to freak out nor want her to freak out at the hospital. I just hope that the Misfit Family will keep her safe...
“Alright, King Eider Hospital, here we go,” the ambulance driver said while I rubbed Caitlin’s hand lightly to give her comfort.
“I love you, Caitlin...” I spoke softly and from a few vocal cracks.
Caitlin smiled with a tear dripping on her cheek.
“I love you too, Nick” Caitlin spoke gently, as I realized that I was fading to sleep, everything was becoming disoriented, voices, the wailing sirens, the car purring to life and driving off along with the hospital equipment beeping as the paramedics did their job.
I never had expected a fight like this to go overboard but... the look in Jake’s eyes wasn’t human, I kept on seeing actual red in his eyes, Jake wasn’t the bully that I knew back then...unless I didn’t notice his changes over the years. Until now, Jake is very different from what I’ve remembered and aside from him. I was more than a warrior to make it out alive from Jake’s recent violent attacks, though from the suffering I’ve been through for all of my life, this was something new and a new level for Jake’s violent behavior. I don’t even think that Jake even deserves the crown of a Prince nor the blood of a royal family member.
Even though I should be resting, the only one who keeps my mind distracted from the recent event, I can tell that Caitlin will never let go of my left hand at all, she wasn’t just worried or concerned for me... she was terrified of losing me and the hellhole... she’ll be living alone with the monsters out of the closet daily.
I don’t even plan on dying, even as a teenager, I didn’t want to die but I know that all of this isn’t life threatening, not at all and I still suffer through the worst of any kind of pain, I’ll keep on getting stronger than the scars of the past.
...No matter what happens...
...I’m not afraid.
