Post by koenig on Jun 6, 2007 5:08:02 GMT 1
(It had been weeks since anyone had seen me around the school. Since I had been seen smiling and talking with my friends. Weeks since I had fought anybody. For these past couple of weeks i had been holed up in my dorm room. The door to my room was always locked. Any calls were unheeded.
Before I had holed myself up in my room with nothing but food cigarettes and my music, I could remember why I put myself there.
I Had recieved a phone call from a doctor back in varron. My old nextdoor neighbour was a somewhat older women of about 45 years. When I lived back in varron she used to come over to my house all the time and help me clean up, cook and eat dinner with me, help me with my homework.
The middle aged lady known as dorthy knew that I had no family. so in turn she acted as a mother to me. After a long long time I began to look at dorthy as my mom. I even used to call her mom from time to time.
The phone call informed me that She was killed in a brutal car accident. She had no family either and it seemed that the doctor called my cell phone after finding out from authorities that I was the closest thing she had to a family as well.
This news had me holed up in my room for weeks. I didn't want to talk to anyone, All I wanted to do was sit in the darkness of my room, listen to music, mourn and smoke my cigarettes.
Finally I was out in the streets again walking around the big city. I looked very rundown and exhausted. My eyes were bloodshot with big black bags under them. I had a roughly shaven beard of stubble on my face from not shaving after so long.
Walking through the back alleys on purpose I looked up when i heard voices. Absent mindedly I walked right into the group of punks who called themself a gang. There were 5 so called gang members. I could hear them berating me with their loud shouting, but I didn't care. Saying nothing I just watched him as if he was in slow motion. Seeing the punk cock his fist back and aim a right cross for my face I closed my eyes and took the punch.
Falling backwards I still didn't say a word, instead I just watched them as they beat the living hell out of me. After ten minutes of them beating me and them getting bored I lay there slumped on the wall covered in blood. My shirt was torn to pieces and my jeans were torn as well.
Looking down at the blood covering my hands I slowly began to laugh, harder and harder until My laughing became borderline hysteria. Continuing to get up I walked fast in the direction of the gang members, searching for them while laughing hystericaly the whole time)
Before I had holed myself up in my room with nothing but food cigarettes and my music, I could remember why I put myself there.
I Had recieved a phone call from a doctor back in varron. My old nextdoor neighbour was a somewhat older women of about 45 years. When I lived back in varron she used to come over to my house all the time and help me clean up, cook and eat dinner with me, help me with my homework.
The middle aged lady known as dorthy knew that I had no family. so in turn she acted as a mother to me. After a long long time I began to look at dorthy as my mom. I even used to call her mom from time to time.
The phone call informed me that She was killed in a brutal car accident. She had no family either and it seemed that the doctor called my cell phone after finding out from authorities that I was the closest thing she had to a family as well.
This news had me holed up in my room for weeks. I didn't want to talk to anyone, All I wanted to do was sit in the darkness of my room, listen to music, mourn and smoke my cigarettes.
Finally I was out in the streets again walking around the big city. I looked very rundown and exhausted. My eyes were bloodshot with big black bags under them. I had a roughly shaven beard of stubble on my face from not shaving after so long.
Walking through the back alleys on purpose I looked up when i heard voices. Absent mindedly I walked right into the group of punks who called themself a gang. There were 5 so called gang members. I could hear them berating me with their loud shouting, but I didn't care. Saying nothing I just watched him as if he was in slow motion. Seeing the punk cock his fist back and aim a right cross for my face I closed my eyes and took the punch.
Falling backwards I still didn't say a word, instead I just watched them as they beat the living hell out of me. After ten minutes of them beating me and them getting bored I lay there slumped on the wall covered in blood. My shirt was torn to pieces and my jeans were torn as well.
Looking down at the blood covering my hands I slowly began to laugh, harder and harder until My laughing became borderline hysteria. Continuing to get up I walked fast in the direction of the gang members, searching for them while laughing hystericaly the whole time)