However, I don’t see how we can claim one way or the other. People always claim to be superior to others. Stronger, faster, smarter, more logical. They claim that people don’t know what’s going on within the mind of others. I can’t fully say that vampires, or witches or even the gods exist in this world. But, how can I deny they exist? People say that there is evidence of aliens or life out in the universe. But, again, where’s the proof? I guess you can say that the only proof is that what you believe.
I can’t fully claim one way or another. But, I am open minded to the point where I guess I can wrap my mind around the truth if confronted by it. The world is now too judgmental, and they hate those who are different from us. The other kids in my school are truly against homosexuals. And other people with diseases that aren’t able to be explained or cured. Diabetes, depression, anxiety. These are all things that aren’t capable of being battled over and fixed.
I liked to be alone when it came to these people. I only had a couple friends, and one ended up getting taken away from me. He left with his father after he confessed to his parents for being gay. It didn’t bother me, though. He was more like a brother to me than anything. The other one was an okay friend, but he wasn’t too reliable. He wasn’t too trustworthy when it came to secrets and personal information. I brushed my hands through my straight brown hair and put it in a tight ponytail. I grabbed my books and closed my locker. “So, are you going to the park after school?”
I turned to see my classmate, Shana looking at me in a weird way. “I don’t know. I may. But, you know how John is. He has a giant list of chores for me to do,” I enlighten. “You always do so much work. Why don’t you skip out on those chores for one day and come over to my house,” She said. She rubbed her hands over my chest and went behind me. She began to give me a shoulder rub. It felt really good, but I wasn’t sure why she was doing this. I usually wasn’t on her top lists of guys to talk to, let alone touch.
“Shana, what are you doing?” I ask. “Did you know, that you’re tense?” She asked. “I figured that, but why are you…” I couldn’t finish the question. “Oh, you know why, I think. You’re a smart kid,” She said. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating,” I said. “You don’t?” She asked, and she reached into my pocket and began to grope me with great focus. “What are you doing?” I demanded. “Well, you seem nice and judging through clothes, bigger than your brother,” She said. I blushed. “He’s not my biological brother, you know,” I say. She gave me a wicked smirk.
“I know. But, he’s still family. I want to give you a test run,” She said, and I gently but firmly pulled her hand out of my pocket. “Look, you’re beautiful. But, I am not ready for this,” I said. She gave me an unnerving look. “I’m sorry for that. But, I just don’t see it,” I said and began to walk away. “If you refuse me, I’ll tell the entire school that you’re gay,” She said coldly but with a calm tone. I turned to face her again. “You blackmail to sleep with people? I don’t think that’s right,” I tell her sharply.
“You know; I don’t know any guys besides you that would turn away from sleeping with me. You must be gay if you don’t,” She said. “No, I can assure you that I’m not gay. But, that shouldn’t matter to you. I won’t sleep with you because you don’t mean anything to me. I’m sorry. I won’t be harassed or bullied into doing something I don’t want to do. I was raised to have a connection with someone. I know this may sound like a lot of worthless garbage to you. But, it’s the truth. Tell people, whatever you want. I’ve been dealing with a lot worse since my mom left ten years ago,” I told her.
Then I start to walk away. “Matt, I’m not going to say anything about you. I just thought I could intimidate you. But, I should have known better. Your brother told me that you were a stubborn kid. And that you don’t intimidate very easily. But, he said it in a way that you’re close minded and rude. I don’t see it that way. I see it as a strong-willed young man and one who will have no problem with being independent,” She told me and walked away, and I still had ten minutes of my last class.
Study Hall was a very boring day, and it was a large class that was in the library. Most of the people talked to each other or played card games or other activities to pass the time. Some even passed a foam football around. A teacher’s aide even allowed small groups to go outside, and they didn’t even care about texting. I went out and sat in the shade of a tree where no one was around, and I pulled out my notepad and started jotting down ideas for the song I was working on completing. Not too many people know about my hidden talent.
The choir teacher did because I’m the one who gave her some songs. She ended up taking a few ideas from songs, and a lot of them ended up getting used for the younger kids. “Hey, what are you doing?” My head snapped up, and I closed my spiral quickly. “Tom,” I Said. He gave me a wicked grin. “So, working on your weak poetry or something?” He asked. “Something like that,” I said simply. “Let me see. Maybe I could use this in English. I have a poetry reading coming up and you know I don’t have a way with words,” He told me.
“Well, have you ever thought about looking up suggestive words and using that in comparison to the words of the poem? Maybe trying to cause the words to rhyme and have the same kind of word with a different meaning?” I asked. “Um…” He didn’t know what to say. I sighed. “I see, well then have you ever thought of this? Did you ever think that you’re a pedestrian of faking conglomerating intellectual constipation?” I asked. He just looked at me in shock and confusion. I picked up everything and walked away from him. I looked at my phone and saw that there were only a few more minutes left in class. Oh, thank God. I thought.
I don’t know if I could take this any longer. I despised this school and the people in it. I don’t like how they singled each other out and how they thought they were above the others. “Matt! You stop your scrawny ass right now,” I stopped and whipped around. “What do you want Trisha?” I asked. “Tom sent me a text of what you said. Of course, he couldn’t spell the words correctly, but I could figure out what they were,” She hissed.
I grinned. “Well, that’s because you’re the smart one,” I said. She glared at me. “You don’t accept the compliment?” I asked. “No, I don’t. You insult my brother. He isn’t as dumb as you claim him to be. You don’t know anything about him,” She snapped. “No? I know you’re both cruel, abusive siblings. You insult me at every turn. You think of me as your slave and not as your equal. You never respected me. Why should I not think the worse of you? I have done nothing to you. I have done everything you asked. Suffered through your insults and punishment,” I started.
And I finished before she could comment, “And yet you still insist on bringing me down and trying to get me to end my life. Forgive me if I don’t understand why I shouldn’t have a little animosity towards you,” She took a step back in shock. “You feel that we hate you?” She asked. “Well, you haven’t given me much room to doubt that,” I say. She took a deep lungful of air and then gave me a pained look. “You don’t understand,” She said. “You’re right. I don’t. But, why don’t you fill me in,” I demand.
“I can’t. You don’t know the half of it. I can assure you, though. We don’t hate you,” She said, and she walked away. How could I believe her? They haven’t given me a reason to trust them. I took in a deep breath and felt relief when the bell rang. I didn’t have to go to my locker, so instead of going to the library again, I just walked around the school and went to the sidewalk next to the road and began to walk home. I could get a ride home from Trisha or Tom. But, they were always demanding stuff from me. Even though taking me to and from school wasn’t going out of the way. I didn’t feel like paying their toll.
I walked the two miles and by the time I made it home, the sun was low in the sky. I unlocked the door and stepped inside. No one has been home yet. John had to work late, and Tom and Trisha had basketball and volleyball practice. I quickly put the bag and books in my room and climbed back up the steps from the basement. I then started to clean and around nine o’clock, when I finished cooking supper, the others came home.
“Well, it seems like Matt’s cooking skills have improved based on the smell, don’t you think?” I heard John’s voice. Tom snickered, and Trisha didn’t say anything. “Oh, you don’t have a comment?” John turned to his daughter, but his tone was light. “I do, but I’m just tired. I just want to get something to eat and then do some homework. Hopefully, I won’t have late night again,” She said. “Oh, you know you’re smart. You won’t have to do that,” He said. “What about me?” Tom asked. “You… have your strengths. You have a ‘way’ with the ladies. You can sleep with whoever you wish. I’m proud of you son. You’re so much like me,” He complimented.
I couldn’t believe a father would be pleased that his son was a whore. But, if he only knew about his daughter. I highly doubt he would be as proud of her as he was of him. But, I couldn’t say anything to them. John wouldn’t, believe me, one way or the other. Even if he did, it would just make my life a living nightmare, and it could put my life in danger. So, I kept my mouth shut. I always wondered why I didn’t break the rules.
My mother wasn’t around anymore. She couldn’t be ashamed of me anymore. I’m not fully sure of why she left in the first place. I did have my suspicions, however. The only thing I could think about was that she didn’t want me anymore. I guess I was a mistake. I placed the food on the table and then waited in the kitchen. I refilled their glasses when they needed it and the rest of the time I stayed out of their way. “I think those culinary classes was paying off,” Trisha said. “I agree though I hate to admit it,” Tom replied. Well, at least, he admits it. I thought.
“You two must have a dull taste. I think this could use a little spicing up, but it’s okay for what it is,” John said. I could have it tested and liked by the most famous chef in the world, and John would still hate it. I didn’t care one way or the other. He was a major dick, and I don’t know how he found a woman to sleep with him. “Hey, boy! Get over here!” John snapped. I walked with him to refill his glass. “Yes?” I asked. “Does it look like I want another drink?” He screamed and tossed the half-full glass in my face.
I could feel my blood pressure rising, but I didn’t let it show. My hair dripped with the soda that John tossed at me. I saw that my two step-siblings were looking at us wide eyed. Trisha looked like she was trying not to laugh. But, shockingly Tom didn’t seem like he was laughing. He seemed angry about something. I don’t know what. Why wouldn’t he laugh at me? “So, what’s the matter?” I asked. John stood up so fast that I flinched and took a step back. “You think this is a joke? I support you, and I buy you everything you need. You take away from my kids, and this is how you act?” He shouted.
He spat in my face. “I’m sorry John? I don’t know what I did,” I confessed. He backhanded me hard. “I didn’t tell you to speak,” I just gave him a wide-eyed stare, “You wipe that stare off your face before I knock it off,” He threatened me. I just fixed him with an evil glare. John went to smack me again. “Dad, hey. Why don’t we play chess? I know how much you love that game,” John stopped his attack mid swing and turned to his son. Did Tom just protect me?
John didn’t seem to know how to react. Attack, or follow through with his son’s idea. Personally. It didn’t matter to me what he did. I wasn’t one to give up, but I don’t think I could live in this world like this much longer. I mean, I wasn’t the one person people came to seeking a friend. Also, people didn’t seem to care about me. I fixed Tom with a questioning stare. He gave me a quick nod. John turned to glare at me, and Tom mouthed later. I didn’t say anything. “Fine, go to your room. I’ll leave the dishes in the sink, and you can wash them later. I want them to fucking shine kid,” He warned.
“Yes, sir,” I said. I turned and went to my room. I closed and locked the door from the inside and turned on the multi-colored lights that flashed at different speeds. They were a mixture of Christmas and Halloween lights, but I rewired them and strung them together. They have little hollow outlines of witches, ghosts, Frankenstein, Santa, wreaths, presents, reindeer, Christmas trees and a bunch of other decorations that made little colored rotating outlines on the walls and ceiling.
I started working on my English paper and after an hour worked on the questionnaire from Crime and Punishment. The teacher made them challenging, and I know a lot of people were working together to discuss the answer, but I was alone. I had to do it alone. Sighing, I finished the next ten questions and then I looked at my phone and saw that it was a little after two in the morning. How long have I been working? Well, I guess it makes sense. Dinner was finished a little after ten, and I had a lot of reading and writing to do.
A knock came on the door. My heart leaped into my throat. Who could that be? I wondered. I went to the door and asked, “Who is it?” A deeply annoyed voice came back. “Tom, open up damn it,” I unlocked the door and let him in. He stormed past me and went down the steps to sit in the old but comfortable dark violet velvet wing chair that my mom used to sit in and read to me. “I’m sorry you had to protect me earlier,” I said. He glared at me. “I don’t know why I even bother,” He said coldly.
I fixed him with a blank stare. “I don’t know either. Have you ever thought about allowing me to press my luck and see if John will finally kill me? Or maybe somehow slip me some pills and I can overdose?” I snap back. He stood up and shoved me hard against the wall. Pain shot up my back, and I hit my head hard. “You think I want you dead? Are you some fucking idiot?” He snapped. “Hey, keep it down you two!” Trisha came walking down the steps then. “Normally I would demand that you knock, but since you don’t have respect…”
Tom decked me hard on the jaw then. “You think we are mean to you because we have no respect?” I didn’t bother to react. “No. I think I know the true reason. It’s because you’re doing everything your father tells you to do so you don’t get beaten yourself. Also, you think somehow I’m potentially going to take your place. I don’t see how that’s possible because John clearly doesn’t like me,” Tom went to hit me again, but Trisha stepped in the way. “Don’t you think he’s been beaten enough as it is?”
Tom backed off. Trisha stood in front of me. There was something different about her, though. “Tom, let me talk to him alone,” Trisha said. When Tom left, Trisha walked up the stairs and locked the door. Then she literally changed in front of my eyes. Her long black hair changed to a burgundy with a white streak. Bright green eyes stared back at me instead of the dark blue. Even her clothes changed. She seemed to grow a good three inches and filled out a little bit. “Who are you?” I asked, stepping back. “Julie. I’m not alone, though,” She replied.
I grew tense and scared. I stepped away from her. “I’m not going to hurt you, Matt,” I walked around her and stayed as far away as I could. “Matt, please. I don’t mean you any harm,” She said. “Forgive me if I have trouble believing that,” I told her. She gave me a sad smile. “He told us that you wouldn’t believe any of this,” I turned to see a guy standing behind me. The guy stood a little over six feet with short dark brown hair and a light forest green streak with hazel eyes. He had a similar build to Tom. He didn’t appear to me that much older than him either.
“Who are you and what do you want?” I asked. They took a while to reply and seemed to be figuring out how to respond. I couldn’t wait for them to say anything and I needed them out of here! “No offense, but you need to get out of my house,” I turned to go to the other side of the basement and switched over laundry. Someone touched my arm, and I flinched and pulled back from him. The guy took a step back in shock. “Don’t touch me,” I said in a cold tone. He glared at me. “I don’t know what your problem is, but-“ “Liam, enough!” Julie snapped. He turned to her, and he looked shocked.
“Why are you defending me?” I asked. She looked at me. “I’ve seen the way your family treats you. I can sense your pain and your emotions,” She told me. My face flushed. “You can sense what I’m feeling?” I demanded. “In a way. You’re hard to read. But, I got enough from you over the past week. You suffer more than people know. You have more pain than others see,” She said. That’s what I was afraid of. People knowing what I am feeling, or could sense the weakness and my pain and use that against me. I didn’t want people to know what they said, how they treated me, or what they were doing affected me. I hoped that I hid it well. If this strange girl could tell how I felt, then what were the chances that everyone else could? I wondered.
“You need to leave! I don’t know you, and I don’t want you here. If you stay, and they find you, they’ll kill me!” I tried to keep the fear from my voice, but I failed. Liam gave me a sad look. “I’m sorry. We have a mutual friend in common. We won’t let anything harm you. We’re here for you and we’re here to protect you. I know you know him. You will meet him at some point. You have to trust me. We’re on your side,” Julie said. “Why should I?” I asked suspiciously. “Well, we just want to help,” I gave them a weary look. “Please,” My voice broke with pleading, “Leave and leave me alone,” I hated sounding like I was begging. I didn’t think anything else would work, though. I had to get them to leave. I couldn’t afford them to get caught. My mind was still reeling from the fact that this girl just impersonated someone I’ve known most of my life.
I could feel tears coming, and I didn’t want them to see me cry. I hated this. I couldn’t stop it from happening. They gave me a heartbreaking look and then they left. I broke down then. It wasn’t like deep down I didn’t want to have their help. They seemed like good and capable people. But, did I want to trust them? Not really. I’ve been lied to and abused all my life. The real Trisha knocked on the door and told me that John had chores for me that had to get done before school. I took in a deep breath. And wondered how they got past the others without being caught. I couldn’t afford to worry about that now, though. It wasn’t my concern how they got out without detection. Just as long as they did. Then I went upstairs.
I went to check them out and found that they would take me a long time, and I wouldn’t be getting any sleep again. I scrubbed the counter tops and cleaned out the stove and oven. Then I deeply cleaned out the microwave and underneath it and behind on the wall. I glanced at the clock. I guess three days without sleep wasn’t a bad thing right? I got started then on polishing and mopping the floor and then worked on the dishes. By the time I finished with everything and took out the trash, it was ready to leave for school, and I gathered everything up for school, before getting a quick shower and then grabbed a couple toaster pastries to head out the door. It wasn’t much of a breakfast. I walked as fast as I could, but for some reason, I felt tired and weak.
I don’t know what was happening to me, but even though I ate something, and it didn’t seem to be enough. I felt like I was going to pass out. I leaned up against an old tree and tried to catch my breath. Something was wrong with me. Was it what I ate? I checked out the little piece of the brown sugar pop tart and saw something that didn’t look right. I took a spec of it and sniffed. Oh, my God. That came from the science classroom, and it was the rare poison the teacher found on one of her research trips. She brought it back as a plant that no one has ever seen before, and yet and was to find out all the properties of it. But, once she discovered that it was a poison she locked it up.
Or at least, I thought she did. Was she trying to kill me? Was Tom or Trisha? Or was John? Maybe those two from last night? God damn it! Now, I have to be even more careful. “Hey, are you okay?” I turned to see a young man about nineteen looking at me. His short blond hair with his chiseled features made him look like one of those pretty boys that you see in all the sports games. He was clearly one of the popular guys. Girls would be lining up for him. Great. Another popular guy to run in a wild mad circle together and chasing girls and another douche to treat me like crap. Didn’t this school have enough douches in it? Weren’t we over capacity? I thought.
Why was he talking to me? I wondered. I wasn’t normally the type of person he would normally start a conversation with. “Yeah, just a little…” I collapsed, and he jumped out of his car and rushed over to me. “You don’t look alright. Here, let me help you,” He said. “NO!” I screamed, and it took the last little bit of my strength. And the last thing I heard was him calling a name. I swear it sounded like Julie, but he couldn’t know them. Hell, I didn’t even know what was going on around here. Too many strange things were happening. Everything spun around me and I could have sworn the sun moved closer to me and then I saw familiar looking faces looming over me. Did I really see Julie and Liam appear out of nowhere? No, that’s not possible.
I woke up where I fell, but I was feeling a lot better. “What happened?” I asked. My voice cracked, but I seemed okay. “You were poisoned by a rare plant called Shistosal Cricalatic. It only grows in the remote corners of the island Farira. It’s not well known. Only a few know about it, and it’s extremely lethal to everyone, especially those who are special,” He said. I only gave him a blank look. “A rare poison? Why would my science teacher have it?” I asked. “Why would she try to poison me?!” I demanded. “I don’t think she did. I think someone obviously took it from her cabinet. Hey, I’m going to your school. I’m new, but I could give you a ride. We are about to be late,” He said. “I don’t know… I started and then looked at him closely. “Aren’t you nineteen? Shouldn’t you have graduated?” I asked. He only gave me an emotionless look. “I had to move around a lot and credits got lost in the transfers. Now, I have to make it up so I’m a bit behind on graduating.” He said coldly. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything,” I mumbled.
He ignored what I said and for that I was grateful. It was awkward enough as it was. I thought about his offer to give me a ride and I guess I was taking too long. “Come on. Why would I help you if I wanted to hurt you?” He demanded. I glared at him. “How did you know to help me?” I asked. “I went to the island with my last school on a field trip. We were there on a field trip for scientific value, and we discussed all kinds of plants and rare animals. I don’t know why. But, the poisonous plants seemed to stick with me. But, not in the way you’re thinking. I hoped to be able to help anyone poisoned by this plant. You would have died in a very painful way,” He told me.
“I don’t understand. Why would people try to poison me? I am not a threat to anyone. I don’t have anything special about me. I don’t even have friends. Why would someone want to kill me?” I asked. “Are you sure it’s you that they were targeting?” He asked. I looked at him in shock. “No, not really. I guess it could have been anyone, but I am the only one who eats that kind of breakfast foods,” I said. “But, you’re half right. You are right about not having friends, which I find completely bullshit how you have no friends here and everyone is an asshole and bitch to you, and you’re not a threat to anyone. But, you’re special. You just have to unlock your potential,” He said to me.
“You’re crazy man,” I told him and went to stand up. He had to grab me to keep me from falling over. “Look, we are going to be late, and I’m offering you a ride. You want it or not?” He asked. “My mind is telling me to tell you off, but my body is saying yes, a ride would be good. First, what’s your name?” I asked. “Jaise,” He said. “Jaise what?” “Jaise J,” He said. “That’s not the last name,” “Nope and you’re not going to get one,” He told me. “What’s yours?” He asked. “Matt,” I said. “Matt what?” I gave him a wicked grin. “Matt J,” I said in the same tone that he used on me a minute before.
He rolled his eyes. Well, are you sure we aren’t related?” He asked, laughing. “I don’t know. I’ve been wondering if I had family out there for years. But, all my cousins would be in their thirties by now. Why shouldn’t more people be just as stubborn as me?” I asked. He shrugged with a grin on his face. “I guess that makes sense. So, you are going to show me around when we get to school?” He asked after he helped me into his 2012 sports car. I barely even noticed the doors lifted up instead of out. A four door and it looked like a boat in size and shape. But, it still had a more or less car like the front. “Dang, how expensive was this car?” I asked. “You wouldn’t’ believe me if I told you,” He said giving me a strange look.
“Wow, and here a rich, hot and popular guy saves and offers a ride to the big social outcast and loser at school. I think this world has gone to hell,” I reply. “You think I’m hot?” He asked with a grin on his face. I rolled my eyes. “Oh, don’t toy with me, man. You’re not my type,” He gave me a sad frown. “That hurts dude. I’m everyone’s type,” I didn’t comment and tried to get comfortable. Which in all reality wasn’t hard. I rested my head on the head rest and the next thing I knew, Jaise was shaking me awake.
“Hey, dude. We’re at school. Hurry up or you’re going to be late for the first period,” I jumped out of the car and rushed towards my locker and then headed towards class. I don’t know what came over me. I felt like I was on some high dosage of energy or something and I were bouncing all over the place. I made it to class just as the final bell rang and made it to my seat before Mr. Gratel looked up. Old and hostile, he may be. But, he wasn’t always too observant. “Mr. Jones. I’m so glad you could make it on time,” He said. The other students snickered.
“I’m sorry, sir,” I said humbly. He sighed. “Don’t be almost late again,” He warned. “Yes, sir,” I said. He let the matter go. But, some of the other students glared at me. Yeah, I was going to get hurt when this class ended. I got away with being almost late once and was going to get beat badly, because of it. All because the others didn’t get away with actually being late, at least, two dozen times and almost suspended for it. Even though the Mr. Gratel gave them each three warnings each, after the warnings, he started making them late, and it was my fault because I wasn’t late and didn’t get in trouble. Yeah, my world made a whole lot of sense.
I just kind of tried my best to make myself invisible. I knew it wouldn’t last too long, but I could hope. The class ended, and I waited for the other students to leave before I followed them out the door. “Matt, is everything okay?” Mr. Gatel asked. I turned to give him my most reassuring smile. “Yes, sir. It’s just been a long week. I haven’t slept much or eaten much lately,” I replied. He fixed me with an intense stare, and it made me uncomfortable. “You look like you haven’t slept in days,” His powers of observation were quite unnerving. And here I thought he wasn’t all that observant. What else didn’t I realize about him and even the other teachers? I had to play this very well, so he doesn’t get suspicious of anything major.
“I’m fine sir. I just have a lot on my mind. May I go? I don’t want to be late,” He sighed. “Yes, of course. But, just know if you need anything. I’m here,” I smiled and nodded. “Of course.” I turned to walk away. “Please, you will come to me-“ I put my left hand up to stop him. “I will if I have anything to say. I promise. I have to go,” I turned and booked it out of the room before he could say anything. The rest of the day went fast. This is how I would have liked every day to go, I’m just glad I get this every once in a while. I shouldn’t complain too much about this feeling. I wonder, though if it has anything do with the fact that all these new people are showing up? Did it? Or is it just a coincidence? Well, I may find out one day. Or not at all. I shouldn’t worry about the answer. The answer will come if it’s meant to.
After my last period, I went to my locker and put my books inside and when I turned around the people from the first period surrounded me. “You know what time it doesn’t you?” They asked. I just stared at them with a blank look. “You know you don’t deserve life. You shouldn’t have even been born. You have nothing to offer this world. You are worthless, a piece of shit,” I didn’t let them see that what they said bothered me. “You think I care what you have to say to me?” I asked. I pushed past them and walked out of the school. I caught my breath leaning against the wall by the main entrance. I looked up at the sky to see storm clouds rolling in. Please, if there’s a god. Send me away from this place. I don’t think I can do this any longer.
The sky got darker as the clouds came in, and the wind was blowing strong today. By the time I got half way home, it was almost pitch dark. The wind was blowing too strong for me to see what was going on completely and I kept hearing strange growling noises. Then something slammed me into the wall of the nearest empty house. I needed to change my routine up. “You didn’t think that we would just let you go; trailer shit did you?” Markus asked.
“I didn’t care one way or the other,” I told them. He punched me hard. My head smacked back into the wall. They started pounding on me, kicking me and punching me. They said some pretty harsh words and the beatings kept on coming for the longest time. Cars started to pass then, and they all took off. Shakily, I climbed to my feet and found the pain was too much, that I could barely stand. I took my hand and wiped my mouth, and when my fingers touched my chin, pain shot through my hand and I had to take shallow breaths because I couldn’t open my mouth very far to take breaths. I had to breathe through my nose, which sent jolts of agony through my nose and jaw. I wiped away at it, and blood covered my fingers. I traced my face to my nose and realized blood was leaking from my nose. Great.
I could barely see out of the right eye, and I couldn’t put a lot of pressure on my left ankle. I leaned against the building for a few minutes. Then my phone started to ring. It was the song from the Addams Family, and I knew I was John. I answered, and he began to scream at me. “Where in the fucking hell are you? If you aren’t walking in the door in less than five minutes, I’m going to beat your ass into Oblivion!” I’ve never seen him this pissed off before. I knew there was no way; I would be able to make it in time.
I limped along the sidewalk as fast as I could and fell quite a few times, causing deep pain to shoot up through my ankle. I finally made it to the steps after sunset and I limped through the house. I had to say it was almost an hour and a half later. Tom and Trisha were waiting for me. They gave me a glare and a feared filled look. “So, where’s John?” I gasped out. “He’s late at work. He told us to let him know when you made it back, and he said he would know if we lied to him,” Trisha told me.
I sighed. “Tell him whatever you want. I’m done caring,” I said. My voice broke when I said that and they both gave me a questioning look. I limped around the house and did my chores. Trisha ignored me and went to watch TV in the living room. Tom followed me around silent and staring at me. I didn’t have a clue what he wanted, though. I wrapped a cloth around the cut on my arm, and I went to reach the ceiling fan, and the wound reopened, and I gasped in pain. Blood started to trickle down my arm and onto the linoleum floor.
“You should probably-“ I turned to him. “I know. I better clean up the blood before it stains the floor,” I snap. I grabbed a couple paper towels and wiped up the blood. “That’s not what I was going to say,” He said coldly. I turned to him and gave him a weary look. “I was going to say that you need to stitch up that wound, and I know how to do that,” I stared at him. “Why?” I asked. “Maybe I care? Maybe I don’t want to see you bleed out and die? Or maybe I just don’t want you to stain the carpet,” He retorted. “If you wouldn’t mind helping me out, I’ll do what you want,” I said.
“I don’t want you to do anything. Just let me help,” He grabbed my arm gently, but firmly and took the self-made bandage off and then led me to the bathroom. He held my wound over the sink and poured anti-peroxide over the wound. It stung like heck, and I wanted to curse, but after a while, it stopped bubbling, and I knew the wound was now clean. He then started to stitch me up and then bandaged me. Once he finished, I asked him again. “What would you like me to do for you?” I asked.
“I already told you, I don’t want anything. You look like you’ve already had several beatings in your lifetime, and that’s just from after school by the looks of it,” He said, and then he walked away. I went back to the cleaning as fast as I could and then I went downstairs to finish the history project. I still had three days before it was due to, but I liked to get it done ahead of time in case I had to make any last minute changes. I did everything in pencil and had every letter drawn out straight and even.
I had everything measured just because I was trying to waste time. I could still have gotten an “A” on the project and finished it within a day or two. But, I wanted to space the time out. I decided not to finish it tonight. I slowly and carefully started to color in the letters and the information I wrote out about the Civil War. I used latex water paints. I worked on it for an hour and only got it a quarter of the way finished. Then the door burst open, and John stormed down the steps.
“I know how long it took you to get home,” He said, and I thought about my words carefully. “I’m sorry. Sir. I-“ He raised his hand up to stop me. “I don’t care. I don’t. You know the rules.” He started wailing on me and sending me flying all across the basement. I hit the wall hard, and I think I bruised some more ribs, and I swear I heard my ankle break. I couldn’t feel anything for a while, and after the shock wore off, the pain almost caused me to pass out.
“You are worthless, and I don’t know why we kept you this long.” He kept insulting me and assaulting me. The pain was too much. I screamed in pain and begged for it to end. The last thing I heard was John laughing. “You want to release? Earn it. You’re not going to die yet. No, I am going to keep you alive so you can suffer until you die of old age.” I crawled but didn’t make it very far before he kicked me in the stomach before leaving the basement.
I lay there until my alarm on my phone went off and then I forced myself to my feet. I could barely move, and I took almost twenty minutes struggling and gasping and flinching because of the pain to get dressed. It took me another ten to make it up the steps to the bathroom, and I washed the blood away. I dragged myself out of the house, and I couldn’t even lift my leg up. I made it to the end of the drive when I saw Jaise’s car pull up. He got out of the car, and he ran over to me. “Are you okay?!” He shouted. I just looked at him with a blank look. “What do you want?” I demand.
“I was hoping to give you a ride to school and maybe we can talk. But, now I am going to take you to the hospital.” He went to take a step towards me, and I tried to scoot back. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you,” He said. “I’ve totally heard that before,” I said coldly. He then gave me a once over. “How are you still able to stand with all that pain rolling through you?” He asked. I just glared at him. “Why do you people care? You keep trying to hurt me. Why are you so nice to me?” I demanded.
“It’s complicated. But, I promise that I mean you no harm. Let me take you to the hospital and get you help.” I started to hobble past him, and he grabbed me by my arm. I screamed in pain, and he let go of fear and shock. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know” I just gave him a hateful look. “You’re just like the others. You’re only trying to cause me pain.” I said. He put his hands up like he was surrendering. “No, that’s not true. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said.
I didn’t want to believe him, but something inside me was making me want to trust him. I gave him a weary look and allowed him to help me in the car. I didn’t want to go to the hospital, but I don’t think I would have much of a choice. He drove me fast to the hospital and got two cops on his tail. He pulled up in front of the emergency entrance and the two cops blocked us in. “Out of the car with your hands up!” The cop who drove shouted at us. Jaise got out of the car, but I couldn’t. “Now, the other one!” The other cop driver said. “He can’t. He’s-“ Jaise tried. “Kid, out of the car now!” The third cop said banging on the passenger side window.
“He can’t, he’s hurt!” Jaise tried again. “Out, now!” The cop shouted, and he then opened the door and forced me out of the car by my hurt arm and twisted it behind my back. I screamed in pain. The sound echoed all around doctors and me and nurses came running out of the hospital to see what the commotion regarded. Tears rolled down my cheek. The cop twisted my arms tighter behind me, and it caused me to scream like a banshee. “Hey, let him go!” The female doctor screamed. “They were going over a hundred for almost ten miles!”
No one said anything for a while. “You’re hurting him. You’re causing serious bruising and sprains on his arm. Let him go!” An older male doctor said with short graying hair. He pulled the police officer off of me and gently checked me over. “Oh, my God. You shouldn’t be able to stand up kid. How are you still conscious?” He asked. I didn’t say anything. He shouted for a gurney and then strapped me down. “You drove like a lunatic to get him to the hospital?” The first cop asked.
“Which is what I was trying to tell you before you grabbed and hurt him.” Jaise snapped and then walked inside after me. He followed me all the way to the emergency room waiting for the area and sat down. I was then helped into a wheelchair and taken into E.R, and they scanned me. “Jesus. This kid looks like he just got out of fight club! It looks like three broken ribs two on the left and one on the right. They look like they were repeatedly fractured and struck in three locations. Also, there’re signs of constant abuse and the bones in his left arm is almost shattered. Bruises to his spine as well, show that he was picked up and tossed into something hard multiple times.” The doctor stated.
“His ankle appears to be fully shattered, and I don’t know how to fix that. I don’t think that there is a way to fix that. His foot will most likely be useless for the rest of his life.” I heard the doctors conclude. I was out of it for the rest of what they spoke. They also talked about how I have somewhat serious internal bleeding. But, I heard the worst of what they were saying. They got me patched up as best they could, but I still wasn’t in a position to move or anything. I guess we just had to wait and see what would happen to me next.
“What?” I asked. He just frowned at me. “Are you okay?” I didn’t look at him. “I think I’ll be okay. I don’t know if I’ll walk again.” I said to him. “Sir, you can’t be in here. He has to go to surgery now.” I froze. “I can’t afford it! I’m already going to be paying this bill for the next two hundred years!” The doctor just gave me a droll look. “Well, I hope it doesn’t take you that long,” She said. “Could I speak to you for a second?” Jaise asked the doctor.
She gave him a shrewd look and stepped outside. They were outside for a few minutes before coming back in the room. “You don’t have to worry about the bill. Your friend is going to use his insurance to pay for the bill.” She said. “I thought it had to be a spouse, children or family member?” The doctor just shrugged. She and a few nurses ended up wheeling me out of the room and into another place where they began surgery.
I woke up hours later, and Jaise was right next to me. “Are you okay?” He asked. “I suppose,” I said with a flat tone. “What’s the matter?” He asked. I didn’t answer. “Hey, why won’t you talk to me?” He asked. “I don’t want to. Every time I try to befriend or do whatever I can for someone, and it only ends up causing me pain. Please, just leave!” I shout. The doctors, nurses, and security came in to make Jaise leave. “I helped you,” He said flatly. Tears fell from my eyes. “I know you did. I just need some time alone.” I told him. He smiled and then left without question. I lay in bed for that night and then they did another X-ray check-up.
They showed that my ankle wasn’t in fact, shattered anymore. It showed that the bones have been-been repaired, so there was no fear of not being able to walk normal again, and even though they weren’t all the way healed all the way, they would mend with time. “When can I leave?” I asked. “You want to leave already?” I nodded. “Well, as soon as we call your parents, we can have you released.” The doctor said. “NO!” I shrieked like a banshee. “What’s the matter?” He asked. “I don’t want you to tell them I’m here. Just let me go, please. I don’t have a parent. I just have a dick for a stepfather.” I told him.
He just looked at me. “Well, if you wish to leave I suppose I could have you sign the papers with me constantly trying to convince you to stay,” I smirked. “Good, get me out of here. If you don’t, then I’ll just end up back here in a body bag.” He glared at me. “That’s not funny.” The doctor said. “Wasn’t trying to be,” I told him. He just shook his head. “We will get you out of here in the morning. We have to make sure the casts are good enough and set. We have to follow the procedure as well.”
It was almost midnight when they had everything set, and I dozed off a little here and there. I woke up a little before six and signed the papers. They gave me a set of crutches, and I limped out of there and met Jaise at the front steps. “Are you okay?” He asked. “I think I’ll be fine,” I said to him. What he didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him. I couldn’t tell him that I don’t know if I could stay in this world. I wanted out. I kind of wish that he wouldn’t have drove to my house the other day. I wished I would have walked to school and died on the way.
It would have saved him a lot of time and money. It would have saved the world a lot of troubles. “You don’t seem okay.” He noticed. “I’m okay. I’m fine. Really.” I lied. He didn’t say anything. He just drove me to the school and helped me out. “I so don’t want to be here,” I said. “I know. But, I think it’s going to be good for you. Get you back in a sense of normality.” I didn’t want normality. I didn’t want any of this. I made my way to the front of the doors and then walked in. We went to the office and got the doctors note saying that Jaise was going to be the one to help me get around.
He would need to be allowed out a few minutes early from each class. The secretary emailed the other teachers and told us that she let them know. “I’ll give John a call.” My eyes grew wide in fear. “Don’t do that please,” I begged. She gave me a confused and sad look and nodded. “Very well. But, I don’t like secrets. Especially something like this. It doesn’t feel right.” She told me. “I know, but I would appreciate it. If you tell him, then it’s just going to be that much worse for me.”
“Are they abusing you?” She asked. “No, it isn’t like that. I just….It’s complicated ma’am. I just think it would be best coming from me.” She smiled at me. “I will accept that. At least, he won’t be kept in the dark. I’m sure he was worried about you last night.” She said. I gave her a kind smile. “I’m sure he was. I should get to class now.” I said. She nodded and said that she would excuse my absence from yesterday. Jaise helped me to class and the day seemed to go by faster than normal. By the time lunch came, I was so ready to get out of this school.
I couldn’t stand it another second. Jaise was always in sight of me, but he kept his distance so I could have some space. The jocks came up to me. “You think that your bodyguard over there is going to help you?” I didn’t even look at Jaise. I didn’t have to. He was right next to me then, and the others backed off. “This isn’t over,” Shane said. They walked away and gave me a death glare. “What did they want?” He asked. “Usual Bull crap,” I said.
Jaise took me home at the end of the day and watched me curiously as I hesitated to get out of the car. “Are you going to be okay?” He asked. “Maybe. I might be.” I said calmly. He didn’t seem reassured. But, he helped me get out of the car. I walked to the front door and entered the house. Tom and Trisha were there waiting for me, but John wasn’t around. “Where have you been?” Trisha demanded. I just gave her a blank look. “It’s obvious that he was at the hospital. But, why?” Tom asked. I didn’t say anything to him. “Does it matter?” I asked.
I went to finish my chores, and it took three hours to do the simple tasks. But, I managed to get them done. I was about to head to my room when John appeared. I knew I was in serious trouble. He stormed into the house, and he slammed me into the wall. “You don’t get to vanish like that and not let anyone know.” He snapped. “I was going to tell you today. I didn’t have any way to communicate with you. I lost my phone.” I said to him. He glared at me and then said, “I think I believe you. But, you still have to be punished. So, before I punish you. We need to have a little talk.”
He told me and I didn’t like the way he said that. “Yes, sir?” I asked. “I’ve meant to talk to you about your mother.” Dread filled me. “You know? I told you that she passed away. But, the truth is that she ran. She told me that she didn’t want to deal with you anymore. She said she couldn’t handle the worthless, pathetic useless kid that you are. You are a burden to us all, and you shouldn’t have even been born. We’ve been more embarrassed to have you here than we were at first, and you’re ugly and stupid as hell, and you are a waste of space.
We should have dropped your wasting corpse in a ditch. Let you rot and fade away. Your mom knew you’d end up a worthless piece of trash and that you’d just be a toxic waste of space.” Tears filled up and threatened to spill over. I couldn’t let it show, though. I did everything I could not show that I was about to cry. “I don’t know why you didn’t end your life a long time ago. I have to say that you’re a lot stronger than I originally thought. But, in the end. You are just weak and useless.”
He opened the door to the basement and shoved me down the steps. I fell the steps at a weird angle. You think the movies get them right? You have no idea how wrong they are, and I landed hard on my hurt arm. I think I heard it break again. Luckily, my ankle didn’t shatter again, but I could barely move. I lay there for a long time and then I pushed myself up. I limped over to the cabinet and stared at my reflection. Tears and blood rolled down my face, and I couldn’t do this anymore. I didn’t have the strength to survive and be a part of this world. I grabbed the bottle of sleeping pills and took fifteen of them. Each pill was ten milligrams.
I knew it would cause me to overdose, and that’s all I could even dream on. I could only hope that it would kick in fast. I walked to my bed and fell asleep. I didn’t have any dreams, and the only thing I saw was a white blinding light and then a huge floating three-floor palace stood in front of me. It looked like someone made it out of clouds, and it seemed to be different shades of purple with black trimmings around the window and door frames. I didn’t have a clue about where I was supposed to go. But, this looked like a cool place to be. I was impressed with whoever lived here. I wonder who they were.