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  1. Emanon

    A Slip of Emotion

    *Arnold’s POV* “Goodbye Chuck? Really?” I berated myself as I approached where my stepdad had been shouting from. “Arnold! Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” he began frantically asking. For the first time I had met him he seemed and acted like a doting parent. I don’t know why, but what he was doing was amusing to some odd part of my brain and well, I laughed. I laughed. It was as if whatever suppression I had placed on my emotions had vanished. As I laughed, and tears were rolling down my eyes, I didn’t notice the look of confusion and concern on his face. I think that was the first time he had witnessed me express more than indifference and anger since Alex’s death. When I managed to get my odd burst of emotion under control, I oddly felt a little happy. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just bumped into an old acquaintance of mine and well, we were just getting reacquainted. I’m sorry I bolted out of the house. I really don’t know what came over me.” I said, feeling guilty for what I had done. “Guilty? Why am I feeling guilty? More importantly, why am I feeling emotion to begin with?” “It’s fine son. I understand that your father’s appearance along with your brother was extremely overwhelming. At least you didn’t do what Cameron did. I guess you want to know what went down after you left, huh?” “Something actually happened?” I asked, genuinely surprised that there’d be an event greater than my departure. “Well…” And that is how I learned that Cameron was my half-brother and what my grandparents did to mom and dad’s relationship. I never really liked that pair. They always treated me and Isaac like absolute shit and I’m glad that they’re dead. I’m sure if they really had their way, they’d have killed Isaac and I in an instant. They were essentially the spawn of Satan himself. Upon arriving home, we realised that dad’s car was no longer in the driveway and that the house was dead still. “Arnold, I know I haven’t been the best role model for you,” he began, and I snorted at the statement. Unfazed, he went on, “but I want to be there for you from now on. I want to try help you get better. Seeing you laugh back at the park made me realise that I stopped wanting to see you like that. When you bought Alex over, I’d always sit and watch you two interact. You always had a smile on your face, even when he lost his family. You were his rock and he took his life and yours that day. I feel guilty in the sense that I’ve been there but not there at all. I’m present but I don’t get involved. What I am about to tell you I haven’t told to even your mother, so keep it a secret between you and me please?” “Sure. I won’t blab.” I said, intrigued as to why he was suddenly spilling his guts. “When I was your age, I lost someone I really cared about. His name was Brent. He was closer to me that my own family was, and I really loved him like a brother. It was on his 17th birthday that he came out and told me he loved me. I was shocked, but I didn’t hate him or anything. I just let him know that I don’t reciprocate his feelings. He then told me that I was the first person he told this and he was contemplating telling his parents. I was all for it, but I had this odd feeling in my gut as he smiled at me that night. It was like it was the last time I’d see him. If only I had listened to my gut feeling… If I had only…” At this point he let the tears he’d been holding back flow freely and I reflexively reached out to console him. We sat in the car, him crying on my shoulder and me trying to console him. After some time, he managed to gather his emotions and decided to resume his story. “I was in my bedroom when one of my other friends called me. He was neighbours with Brent. He sounded like he had been crying so I asked him what was wrong. He told me to turn on the news as he hadn’t accepted it himself. I was confused but for some reason, that horrible feeling in my gut returned with a vengeance. I turned the TV to the local news and the headline read ‘Father massacres entire family then kills himself’. I was shocked by the news until I saw the surname of the father and the residence that was taped off. It was Brent’s father that had killed his own family then offed himself. I can’t remember what happened after that, but I woke up in hospital with bandages around my wrist. The doctor said that I had ‘shut down’ for lack of better wording at the loss of my friend and had instinctively tried to take my own life. It was then that the news really sunk in. I had lost someone I dearly cared about. I struggled to cope with his death for years and I went in and out of relationships, hoping to find one that would make me stay. Then I met your mother. She was an interesting lady, having lost the man she loved. We didn’t really show much love to one another, but I think she just wanted a friend or companion to keep her sane and keep her demons at bay. For some odd reason, I wanted to stay by her side because the pain of losing my friend was lessened by just being around her. She had this uncanny ability to make me forget the pain I was feeling at times. Then there was you and Alex. Seeing Alex hurt like hell as he was oddly the splitting image of Brent, hence why I was never around when Alex came or why I was cold when we sat for dinner. Your mother never asked, and I was always glad. She always seemed to be waiting for me to make the first move and I may tell her tonight. What I’m getting to here is that I avoided associating with people because I feared losing them again. I feared letting them in only to not be able to save them when I could have been there for them. If I had told him not to tell his father all that, then he would still be alive. I guess, I still feel the remorse of not being able to save Alex either. I could see that he was hurting but I didn’t want to confront him as it would cause me demons to resurface so I guess I let you deal with it on your own. I was cold in the way I treated you after Alex’s death because the memory of losing Brent resurfaced and I wasn’t coping at all. Your mom saved me Arnold, and I’m eternally grateful to her.” I just sat there and stared as this 35-year-old man poured his heart and soul out to me. I didn’t know what to say and I felt like I really had nothing to say. After he fully gathered the last of his stray emotions he looked at me with a look he had never produced since I had met him. Love. There was nothing but love in his eyes and I felt my defences slowly but surely coming undone. Unable to confront my emotions yet, I broke the eye contact and quickly rushed from the car. I ran past whoever was in the lobby and up the stairs to my bedroom. I really have no idea why I ran, but it felt like I had to run. Once I was in my room, I threw myself on my bed. It in the darkness of my room when my demons, which I had managed to keep away, returned with a vengeance that couldn’t be stopped. “Well, well, well… What do we have here?” someone said in what felt like a dream. “Seems like little Arnold isn’t as strong after all. All it took was an obsessed stalker and a sad, broken man to shatter his defences. You really thought you sealed me away forever? Hah! Stupid piece of shit. The only way to get rid of me is to face me, but you can’t do that, now can you Arnold? You never really face any of your problems, do you?” “Who’s there?” I asked the voice. “Gosh, 2 years and you’ve already forgotten my voice. Come on Arnold, you couldn’t have forgotten me already. I mean, you loved me, right?” the voice asked mockingly. “Oh well, I guess out of sight, out of mind applies here, right? It’s me, Alex. No, that’s incorrect. I am the part of you that you refuse to face. I have taken on the form of Alex as that’s the one demon you cannot face. You seem to not want to express any emotion over his loss and you seem to have supressed the memory, but I think now’s the time to open the floodgates. It’s time to face your demons, Arnold. It’s time you started living.” Before I could respond, there was a blinding light and suddenly I was running up a flight of stairs. When I had gotten to wherever I was, I had no idea. I got to a door and flung it open. In front of me sat a figure with a gun to its head. I was frozen in my tracks and couldn’t move. I looked at this figure as it spoke to me. As it told me why it was doing this and how I’d recover from this and the BANG! The figure took its life. I began to scream. I was crying, and I was short of breath. Someone was shouting my name, but it sounded like they were at the end of some long tunnel. The sound of my name got louder and louder, then… “ARNOLD SNAP OUT OF IT!” the figure on top of me shouted as it shook me. My heart was racing, and I felt insanely hot a I tried to gather my breath. I was suddenly drawn into a warm embrace and I felt and heard what I believe was someone crying. I still didn’t know who my saviour was, but I was glad they were here. As I calmed down, I realised that I was completely drenched, and the scent of urine permeated through the air. It then struck me that I was in my bed, in my room and I had just had a nightmare. I had also pissed myself during this whole ordeal and looked like hell. I tried to fight out of the arms of whoever was holding me, but they were way stronger than me. Once they felt me completely relax, they slowly untangled and I was released from the warm embrace. As my eyes adjusted to the light that was in the room, I tried to focus on who it was that embraced me. Sitting in front of me was Cameron. He looked so broken and had a few bruises on his face. “Are you okay Arnold?” he asked as I finally took note of him sitting there. “You were having the mother of nightmares when I got here, and it took some time to get you to come back to the living world. I was about to call mom and dad in.” I was still staring at the bruises on his face and I finally managed to get my voice to co-operate. “Did I do that to you?” I asked with a shaky voice. He snorted at my statement and chuckled. “As is you could hurt me this bad. No, you didn’t do this, but that’s besides the point. Are you okay Arnold? Do you need me to call mom?” “NOOOOOO!!!” I shouted at him, startling both of us with the amount of emotion behind that outcry. “Don’t call her. I just need to change the sheets, shower and then go to sleep again. I’ll be okay now, thanks.” I said, beginning to return to my reclusive state. “Don’t do this Arnold. P-p-please don’t shut me out again…” I looked up into the teary blue eyes of my older brother. He looked so weak and defeated by not being able to help me and I really wanted to open up to him, but I guess my inability to deal with too much negative emotion kicked in and I began to feel nothing at all. Even his teary eyes and devastated look had no effect on me. When he realised that he could no longer influence me emotionally, he wiped his eyes and placed a hand on my shoulder. “I’m here for you if you ever want to talk.” He said as he got up and left. Before he exited my room, he turned and looked back at me one last time, trying to see if he could get my will to break again. Unfortunately, my cold persona was back and even badder than ever. “Goodnight Cameron.” I said, getting up to go close the door so I could clean up my bed and myself in peace. That night though, his gesture ignited something inside me. It was a tiny spark, but it was big enough to cause one last teardrop to fall
  2. Emanon

    Odyssey - Final Part

    *Tom’s Memory* Tom… Tom…… THOMAS!!! Someone was saying my name, but I just couldn’t get out the dark space I was confined in. I didn’t know where I was, and I didn’t like it here either. I had this odd feeling that I was suspended between life and death and that I could do nothing to choose either one. Some time passed, and the voice came back once again, calling my name. I needed to get to this voice, so I can reply and so that it can stop its incessant ranting. I don’t know why or how, but I suddenly bolted upright like I had a nightmare. Unaware of my surroundings, I hadn’t noticed that the scientists were just as surprised by my sudden emergence and they all seemed to begin scurrying about, notifying the person in charge that I had awakened. A minute or so after my surprise awakening, my mother walked though the door. She wore a facial expression that I couldn’t read at all, and if I had read it, I would never want to read again. “How are you feeling honey?” my mom asked in the sweet tone she always used when she would try to calm me down after a nightmare. “I feel fine mom, just groggy and confused. Where am I?” I asked looking around, trying to get a hint as to where I was and what the hell was going on. “You’re at the lab honey. You had an accident and the hospital couldn’t save you, so I took you to the lab and well, we…” she trailed off and looked to the floor with a guilty look on her face. “Well, we injected you with a serum that greatly enhances your recovery and enables you to manipulate matter with your mind. Now, we need to run some tests to see if you’re fine and if the serum was a success, okay baby?” “Sure mom. Anything you want,” I stated, not really knowing what lay ahead but wanting out of this place as soon as possible. The tests they ran were seemingly standard procedure tests one would see in movies. They monitored my brain wave activity, took blood samples and some other stuff I cannot remember. A few hours later, I was taken back to the room I was in and mom told me to get some rest. Since the outside wasn’t visible from my room, when I came to from my nap, I couldn’t tell if it was morning or night, how many hours had passed or what the date was. This information wasn’t given to me and I was getting rather anxious about the whole situation. At some point, a nurse, or whatever, came in and administered something into my IV drip and left without a word. A little while after she left, my mom came in and we just spoke about when I would be let out here and what was keeping me here. After she left I felt tired, so I took a nap and when I came to, I wasn’t in my room. I didn’t like the vibe I got from being in this room, so I began to shout for my mom. After shouting for what felt like an eternity, I gave up and just sat there and looked at the glass window that reflected my image. I was still lying in bed and this was the first time I had seen myself since I had been here. I got up and walked to the big glass window/mirror. My hair was oddly turning white. I was slightly unnerved by this whole ordeal and that was when I noticed my eyes. They weren’t the grey eyes I’d always seen in the mirror, but rather a fiery orange. I was a little too surprised by that and stumbled backwards and landed on my ass. “What the fuck is going on?” I thought to myself as I sat back on the bed. Before I could investigate my changes further, I felt fatigue sweep over me and I fell into a deep slumber. While in that state, I thought I was dreaming but in fact, it was my memories resurfacing. ********************************************************************************** The memory started out with me waking up in this room, tied down to the bed, screaming my lungs out and pain shooting through my entire body. It felt like every single living thing in my body was on FIRE! I kept screaming my lungs out and even that hurt but there was nothing that I could do but scream to vent the amount of excruciating pain I was in. I began to pass out from the pain, but something jolted me to keep me awake and feel the pain some more. “Madam, I don’t think his body and mind can take anymore,” someone in the room said to the figure behind the glass. To my utter surprise, which was only short lived, I knew the voice that replied all too well. “Keep pushing. We cannot allow him to pass out before we complete this segment and wipe his memory. The stress caused today may cause the formerly repressed memories to surface if he passes out without being wiped.” “Very well madam. We shall continue with the experiment…” I cannot count the times I passed out and was shocked back into consciousness. It got to the point where I was beginning to develop a resistance of sorts to the pain. I believe this satisfied the familiar voice as they stopped the experiment. As soon as they were done, they obviously wiped my memory, but not before another tragic incident occurred. There was an emergency of sorts that required them all to head to a different level, but someone volunteered to keep a watchful eye on me and ensure I don’t fall asleep. Although I had built a minor resistance to pain, I could still feel some sharp pains in various parts of my body. I wanted to move and see who was keeping a watchful eye on me when the lights in the room suddenly cut and whoever was outside entered. Afraid, I tried calling out to them, but it seems that I had lost my voice during my massive scream fest and I couldn’t even muster up a hoarse moan. The figure got closer and closer to me. Although I couldn’t see the person, I could sense their presence and oddly, the energy they were emitting. The person in the room was emitting an energy I didn’t want to encounter again. It was dark, sinister, twisted and oddly had love in its mix. As soon as they were close to my bed, I felt their cool, smooth hand run up my thigh till just below my balls. A shiver ran up my spine, giving me goose bumps, and not the good kind. Something about that touch made me want to shrink away. It’s like my body knew what was there and was instinctively trying to get away. “I’m so glad we finally got some alone time. It’s been a while,” a voice I didn’t yet recognise said. “I missed your fucking juicy ass.” I froze… My entire body froze up, as if I were suddenly submerged in room filled with liquid nitrogen. I could not move any of my muscles, not voluntarily anyways. It seemed that once this person began to lift my hospital gown, my body went into full on panic mode. I began to involuntarily try to kick whomever was trying to gain access my nether regions but failing miserably as they began to chuckle at my efforts. “I love it when you struggle, Tommy. It turns me on soooooo much,” the voice said, its tone getting darker and darker. I felt chills run down my spine and for some reason I was sweating profusely. I wanted to scream and my soon to be rapist could feel it. “I wish I could hear you scream,” the voice whispered in my ear. “Unfortunately, I know that you lost your voice during today’s session. No matter, the fight you put up and the feeling of resignation you’ll have soon afterwards will be enough to satisfy my sexual desires. I love you soooooo much Tommy.” At this point, I believe adrenalin kicked in, as I began flailing on the bed but unable to escape due to the restraints and now due to my soon to be rapist. He undid the restraints that bound my legs and even as I tried to kick him off, he seemed to just get more turned on by my struggling. How could I feel this? His breathing became more erratic and he began moaning, not due to pain but due to the pleasure of feeling the pain I was inflicting on him. “That’s it Tommy. Keep on hitting me. Soon though, it’ll be my turn to hit back and I won’t hold back at all. Mhmm Tommy, you’re gonna get it good tonight. You’re going to FEEL my love enter you violently and rip you apart. I wish I could hear you scream when it enters you. Come on Tommy, try scream for Ray… I know you want to…” My mind went blank… Ray??? As in Raymond Edwards? The creepy stalker dude??? What the fuck was going on here??? I didn’t plan on waiting around and asking questions, but before I could try kick him off me, he suddenly lifted my legs and pushed them until my knees were resting on my chest. “God, I wish I could see your beautiful, pink bud right now,” he said. I felt the tip of his dick close to the entrance of my hole and I suddenly knew what was going to happen. I felt sick but there was nothing in my stomach to throw up. This wasn’t going to end well. Somehow, I got my voice to cooperate for a tiny fraction of time. “R-R-Ray… P-p-please don’t do this…” I whispered hoarsely, desperate to get out of this situation I had unfortunately landed in. My words reached him, but not in the intended manner. “Oh, fuck yes Tommy. Beg for your freedom. Beg me to stop. Keep on begging Tommyyyyyyy…” After that, his dick ripped into my ass with no warning whatsoever. There was no lube used and the only wetness was from the precum dripping the tip of his dick. He was at least 22cm long (not sure how I felt I knew this) and well, he shoved all 22cm inside my ass. The pain I experienced was so extreme that I was practically on the verge of blacking out. I had never felt pain that excruciating before. Not even the past experiments, which were resurfacing because of the traumatic experience I was facing, were as painful as this. Even his last few encounters with me were more about passion as far as I could recall. I only fought back because I still loved Jordan… But at this moment, I felt like I could just die. I felt horrendously empty as he ploughed my ass. Eventually, whatever fight I had been putting up ceased and I just lay there, letting him do as he pleased. My body, mind and soul gave up and I fell off into a slumber of sorts. I heard arguing as I slowly came to. The room was now illuminated again, and I could vaguely make out a male and female arguing about something. They noticed I was coming to and something must’ve been injected into my IV because I once again blacked out. ********************************************************************************** I suddenly woke up. I felt eerily calm, considering I had just witnessed myself getting raped by someone I knew. I felt no emotion oddly, and then suddenly, I felt rage building up within me like a volcano. It began slowly and after no longer than a minute, I was ready to erupt. I was seeing red and I couldn’t calm myself whatsoever. I also felt energy build up within me to a point where I felt like exploding and I blacked out there after. I cannot remember what occurred while I was out, but when I came to, I was in a van that was speeding somewhere. Suddenly, it came to a halt and I was flung out of the van. A lady appeared at the window and wished me well as her and whoever she was with drove off and left me standing in the middle of a road, naked and highly confused. I tried to remember what had happened before that, but my memories were a mess. I could only remember that it was my birthday party, but I probably got so wasted that I ended up on the outskirts of town, as naked as the day I was born and was abducted by strangers… *Angela Wright’s POV* As I drove away after having Matthew fling out the lost boy, I began to cry to myself. Every time I saw that boy, I saw my baby James being tortured by that she devil, Natalie Oakley. I looked over to Matthew, tears running down my face as we drove to make our escape from the pursuit of the police. “We did the right thing, honey, we did the right thing,” Matthew said, trying to console me from leaving the boy to fend for himself and running away from our family. “James wouldn’t be safe from Natalie if we had stayed.” “I know, but that doesn’t make this hurt any less…” I replied, focusing on the road ahead. We drove on, not looking back on the town we had left and unaware that we were going to die anyways… ******************************END OF FLASHBACKS********************************* *2 weeks after the invasion* *Tom’s POV* I could hear voices around me… Then I heard a voice begging me to wake up… The voice sounded so sad… So lonely that I couldn’t but try to wake up. As I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a pair of concerned blue eyes that belonged to a very familiar face. The person looked like they had been crying for a while cause their eyes were red and they had tear streaks that ran down their cheeks. The were taken aback by me opening my eyes and were too stunned to speak, so I began the conversation. “Water…” I said hoarsely, and they immediately flew into action. They called for a nurse to bring some water and for the doctor to come as well. Soon enough, my room was filled with people who checked my vitals and after asking some questions, were on their merry way once they were satisfied with my overall health. I finally took in my surroundings and I noticed two people I didn’t want to see in my room. As looked at the doorway, there stood Raymond and my mother. In a fit of rage, I screamed for them to get out with all the energy I could muster. Jay was shocked by my outburst, James looked highly uncomfortable and Blake was trying his best to not look shocked and confused simultaneously. Ray, unaware that I had recovered my memory, was about to walk towards me and try crack a joke when my mother put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from doing such. She had this blank look on her face as she regarded me and when Ray turned to look at her, he saw the look and finally it struck him. I had fully regained my memory of what had happened after my abduction on the night of my 14th birthday party and he had a ‘deer caught in headlights’ expression. He and my mother left the room quietly, shutting the door quietly behind them. “What the hell was that all about?” Blake asked as he stared me down intensely. What he wasn’t expecting was me matching the intensity he was giving off. He was a little startled and backed up a little. Jay, who had been the one he’d seen when he woke up, stood up and announced he needed some fresh air. Blake soon followed suit and I was left alone with James. He looked at me awkwardly until I greeted him. I don’t know why, but after he greeted me, I began to vent. I told him all about what had happened to me and he just sat there and looked at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher. As soon as I finished my venting session, he got up and walked out of the room without saying a word. He was obviously overwhelmed by what I had relayed to him in that hour or so and had decided to leave, or so I thought. I grew weary and lay my head to get some rest. *James’ POV* As soon as Tom finished his confession or whatever that was, I felt like getting the same air Jay and Blake were getting. I just couldn’t say anything in reply to what Tom had said. But what he said about being dropped off triggered something within me. I remember the night he was rescued, mom had called home saying that her and dad were going out of town for a while to drop something off somewhere. It wasn’t until now that I realised that they were dropping off Tom and escaping to a safe location. I had heard the panic in his mom’s voice that night but chalked it up to her being afraid of being caught by the authorities while on her phone. I always knew she was a law-abiding citizen and it hadn’t struck me as odd that mom was breaking the law. As this realisation struck me, I broke down crying that my parents were murdered for trying to save a life that night. I wanted to go back to Tom’s room and scream at him for the death of my parents, but judging by the looks I got from Tom, he had no clue it was my parents that had saved him. In a way, I felt an odd sense of peace that they had died heroes. I smiled at that fact and wiped away my tears. I headed back into Tom’s room and found him sleeping peacefully. Unable to bring myself to wake him up, I shut the door behind me as I walked down the corridor to the elevator and decided to head on home. *Ray’s POV* “We fucking screwed up! He knows everything! Oh fuck, what are we going to…” A sudden and unexpected slap to the face stunned him and he faced Natalie Oakley with contempt. “This is all your fault, you icy bitch. You stopped giving him those pills to stop supressing his memory and now he remembers everything. He’s going to do to you and me what he did to your lab 2 years ago. You haven’t forgotten that, have you?” I asked, venom dripping from each word I spoke. Natalie visibly shivered when she remembered what had almost claimed her life and her entire city. I had had enough of standing around Natalie and decided to leave her outside the gate of where I resided. “Oh, and Natalie? I hope you’re prepared to go to war because the aftermath of such an awakening can only call for one.” I said as I entered the front door and slammed it behind me.
  3. Emanon

    Chuck

    *Chuck’s POV* 2 Years Ago “Come on Chuck, we’re going to be late for the funeral,” mom screamed as she rushed out the door. “She doesn’t even seem to care about anything but her image as per usual I see,” I thought as I grabbed my jacket and ran out the door and into the car. Today was the funeral of Alexander Packard, my cousin/brother. Why is he my brother? My biological father couldn’t keep his dick in his pants and hooked up with both my mom and aunt and then vanished, never to be seen or heard from again. My aunt, ashamed something like this had happened, managed to get a man to marry her and raise Alex. She did let him know about the one-night stand that left her "scarred", but he didn’t care and took her and Alex in. He had his own demons and they eventually caught up to him, or so the rumour mill says. “…Chuck. Have you been listening to me at all?” Mom asked, clearly annoyed by my silence and nonchalant behaviour. “Do you even care mom? We’re the only people left alive directly linked to them and this is how you’re behaving? You’ve always cared about your image and nothing else.” I replied, annoyed by how she had been behaving since Alex died and she found out she’d be getting the estate and inheritance as well. It’s not that we weren’t well off or anything, but mom has always been jealous of the town’s richest family, the Williams. Their wealth was always something she wanted to attain. I even had to befriend one of their sons, Isaac Williams. Sure, he was a great guy, but my heart was never set on him. No, I was captivated by his mirror double, Arnold Williams. That boy was something else. He was always smiling. He was always laughing. He always had energy. He had more love than anyone I’ve met in my short 15 years of life. He was perfect. He still is. 6 years ago, 4 years before the funeral “I am frigging 10 years old, not a toddler mom!” I shouted as she started being overly affectionate in front of Arnold. “Can I just DIE???” I thought to myself as my face got redder every second mom stood there and molly coddled me in front of my crush and best friend. “My baby is growing up so fast,” she said with tears in her eyes. “Anyways, I’ll pick you up at 9pm tonight. Behave yourself and I love you.” “I love you too mom,” I replied running away from her side and into the safety of the Williams residence. “I love you mom…” Isaac mocked as I entered the house. He had this smug grin on his face that I was ready to knock off but held back because Arnold was there. “H-h-hey A-A-Arnold,” I stuttered as I shyly waved at him. “You fucking moron! You’re embarrassing yourself here!!!” I mentally berated myself as I followed Isaac into the living room. “Good morning Chuck,” he replied, beaming me one of his angelic smiles. “I think I’m in love,” I thought as I swooned over his response and how happy he seemed. Unbeknown to me, Isaac had been observing me the whole time, trying to see if today was the day that I’d finally gather the courage to invite Arnold to join us. I guess I took too long because Isaac dragged me out of the living room and up to his room. “It was nice seeing you Chuck,” Arnold said as he watched me leave. When we reached the room, Isaac turned to look me in the eye. “So, when are you going to grow some balls and tell him how you feel or at least hang out with him?” he asked, amused by the whole situation. A tip to everyone out there, never let your best friend know that you like their brother, they tend to hold it over your head and tease you every chance they can. “I can’t just ask to hang out with him! What if he rejects me? What then, smart guy?” I replied, clearly flustered and annoyed by how amused Isaac was by my predicament. “Then you move on, plain and simple,” he replied coldly. “There are plenty of fish in the sea and you’re too young to get hung up on one person. Just ask him to hang out and if he’s a dick and says no, then he’s a dick that said no. Nothing you can do about it but move on or try again later.” “Fine. I’ll do it later. Anyways, what nefarious plan have you come up with this time, you evil genius?” Back to the day of the funeral “We’re here. Now remember, act sad and show how much pain we’re in. The more real you make it, the better,” mom said as she stepped out the car, ready to start the crocodile tears show. I swear she’s going to get hers one of these days. Extremely angry, I got out the car and slammed the door. She tensed, wanting to look back and reprimand me, but unfortunately, she had an act to keep up and she wouldn’t let my little outburst stop such a grand display of manipulation. As we entered the church, all eyes were on us. We weren’t late, but we were the guests of honour, alongside the remaining Williams family members. Why were they also guests of honour? Simple. Arnold dated Alex and Alex shot himself in the head after not being able to cope with the death of his family a few weeks prior to this funeral. “I guess our family name is cursed,” I thought as dragged myself to the front pew where we had our seats reserved. We sat alongside the Williams and mom really put on an amazing act. She broke down and began crying in Mrs Williams’ arms while I just sat there, watching her manipulate people’s emotions. I looked past her and saw him. The light of my life. The guy I had always wanted to ask out but never had the nerve to do such. The guy that dated my brother and I watched for the past 4 years. There, past Mr and Mrs Williams (and my sorry excuse for a mother) sat Arnold Williams. He looked so empty, so devoid of life. He wasn’t the boy I had loved. He wasn’t the boy I wanted to ask out. That boy had died along with Alex and the person left here is not him. This isn’t the Arnold I used to cry about. I walked over to try and speak to him, but he was unresponsive. His mom let me know that he’d come home like that. He had shed tears at the scene, but once he arrived home, that all came to an end. He was empty and cold. His eyes looked at you but were somewhere else. There was a wasteland when you tried to peer into his soul. The warmth they used to have is now replaced by a cold, empty look. He looked like he had no reason to live and no will to kill himself. He looked like he’d given up on life and everything in general. He looked like he didn’t care about anything, himself included. He had poured his heart and soul into someone else and they just ended their life right in front of his eyes, almost as if to say that he’d wasted his time investing his love in them. It was the most disturbing scene I had seen in my short time here in this world. After the ceremony at the church, it was time to bury the coffin. Since his family had already been buried in the cemetery and a special place was laid aside for them, he was to be buried next to his family. At this point, I was crying because I had loved Alex. He was always there for me when I needed a shoulder to cry on or just a friend when I was bored. Sure, I distanced myself once he started dating Arnold, but I soon let him know why I did it and he CRIED. He spent most of the night apologizing and saying he never knew and that he’d end it with Arnold. I don’t know why, but I slapped him and told him if he ever hurt Arnold, I’d reunite him with his ancestors. Well, I can’t do that now, can I? As the coffin was lowered in to the ground, I collapsed to the ground. It finally sank in that this was real. Alex was no more, and I would never see his bright smile, his dark anger, his depressing cries and his amazing soul. He was gone forever, and I’d never be able to talk to him again. I managed to get a glimpse of Arnold through my tears and he showed no emotion. Not even a tear. He was unmoved by the entire scene and I was ready to give him a piece of my mind when my mom wrapped me in her arms, obviously aware that I was about to cause I scene. I just gave up entirely cried in her arms. After a while, mom released me and helped me up. When I looked in Arnold’s direction, he was looking at me. I swore that I saw a hint of sadness but that was soon lost in the desolate wasteland that he once had. It seems that he had suppressed his emotions to prevent himself from hurting. He shut the world out to avoid feeling the pain. He’d probably cried himself out that day Alex shot himself. As we were heading home, Mrs Williams came over and wrapped me in a warm hug and gave her condolences. “It’s been a while Chuck. Why don’t you visit anymore? Is it because Isaac isn’t here anymore?” she asked with a sad expression on her face. “I miss seeing you around the residence and I’m sure Arnold did too for a while. If you ever happen to want to pop in, please come by. You’re always welcome to come visit us.” “Thanks Mrs Williams. I’ll see if I can.” I replied as I turned and walked to where my mom was standing. We got in the car and headed home. That was the saddest day of my life as that was the day I witnessed 2 funerals, Alex and Arnold’s funeral. Alex physically and Arnold emotionally. Present Day “The name’s Chuck, what’s your name?” I asked with the best smile I could muster. He was so FUCKING beautiful. His eyes seemed less cold, less desolate. He was stunned by my appearance, but he made no move to run away. He seemed to have forgotten me with the way he was staring at me. “A-A-Arnold. Nice to meet you Chuck,” he responded nervously. He was very guarded, and I knew why. A total stranger essentially grabbed his shoulder and introduced himself. It’s been a while since I stared into his blue eyes, which were now less cold than they had ever been. His hair had grown a bit since he refuses to take care of it but like always, it was beautiful, wavy and jet black. He hadn’t changed much up close and I was slightly relieved. “Uh, may I help you?” he asked, looking slightly unnerved by my appearance. “I thought I could help you. You looked so angry when you got here, and you looked like you were crying. I wanted to come over sooner, but I was scared you’d run away from me. It also looks like you’ve forgotten who I am, but that’s cool. I didn’t really expect you to remember me since I only hung out with your brother every time I was at your house when we were 10.” He seemed hurt by my statement and spent a few seconds trying to figure out who I was. After a while, it finally struck him that I was the Chuck his brother used to invite over. “What happened to you? You suddenly stopped coming over and I thought you’d moved away. You also look different from how you looked when you were younger.” “I guess puberty changed me a lot. I was at Alex’s funeral. Didn’t you see me then?” His face darkened slightly, and he replied, “I don’t remember much of what happened at the funeral. I just remember the coffin being lowered and after a while I looked up and some guy was looking at…” He drifted off and looked at me. “It was you, wasn’t it? The guy I looked up at?” he said, looking guilty of having forgotten me. “Yes, it was and it’s cool if you’ve forgotten me. It’s my fault for not coming around when Isaac left town. I thought you’d never want to hang out with me.” He looked hurt that I would say such, but his reply piqued my interest. “Sorry I was a dick in my younger years to give you that impression. By the way, Isaac is back in town.” I was utterly gobsmacked. The bastard had returned and hadn’t notified me. Apparently, he hadn’t notified Arnold either because he still looked like he didn’t believe that his brother was back in town. “I-I-I didn’t know he had returned. We stayed in touch after he left but he never let on that he was returning. We stopped communicating 3 months ago for some odd reason.” “Oh… I just wanted to let you know. He won’t be staying at our house though.” He said, like I had forgotten that his mom and dad had divorced. As I was about to speak, his someone shouted out his name and just like that, our bonding session was broken. “I should get going. I ran away from home, so they probably aren’t happy with that,” he said, trying to end our conversation on a lighter note. “I’ll see you around?” “Yeah, sure. See you Arnold.” “Goodbye Chuck.” And with that, he walked in the direction of the voice’s hysterical calls. As for me, I walked to my car and drove home with a big smile on my face.
  4. Emanon

    Abyss

    *Ray’s POV* 10 Years prior to Tom’s 14th Birthday “Madam, we found a boy, still living, in the ruins. What shall we do?” “Take him. To have survived this whole ordeal is nothing short of a miracle. I also want to do tests and see how he survived this whole nuclear ordeal.” And that’s how I came to meet Ms Natalie Oakley. A cold-hearted woman who loved science more than her own child back home. She put on a good motherly face the first time I met her (essentially, I was 4 years old during that little intro scene) and well I fell for her charms. I fell for the whole “mother and son” thing she had started because my own biological mother had hated me and was now dead. After coming to the lab at age 4, they ran some standard procedure tests. Then a week or two after my arrival, hell began. “Raymond, honey, come here really quick,” Ms Oakley said in a sweet motherly tone. “Can you be a big boy and follow these gentlemen to the room they escort you to? Can you do that for me?” “Sure Ms Oakley.” I replied, naïve to the torture and hell I was about to experience. Upon arrival, I was shoved into this tiny 5m x 5m room with only a ventilation system and nothing more. The room was damp and had a stench I couldn’t recognise, but already detested. I would later learn that the smell was that of death, or better put, the smell of all the people who had died in the hands of these monsters. “Tomorrow we start tests on subject 01105. Please have him ready by 07h00 as we need to begin as soon as possible.” And so, at 07h00, I lost my innocence and I descended into an abyss of sorts. The tests we rather cruel. Apparently, they had discovered a genetic mutation in my blood that had allowed me to survive the nuclear “accident” that had happened in my hometown. The first test was seemingly harmless. They exposed me to rather small doses of radiation. At first, it was non-lethal doses of radiation then they began to increase the exposure till essentially the radiation levels were so bad that I felt the effects. My blood oddly began to boil, and my skin felt like someone had set it alight and kept adding fuel to keep it burning. My entire body was searing with pain. After a minute or so (though it felt like hours), I noticed pieces of my skin bubble up and fall of like some nasty, slimy substance. All the screams that I had suppressed began pouring out now and I began screaming for Ms Oakley to save me. All that screaming didn’t help and after another minute, they stopped the test and the radiation dosage diminished until there was none. Oddly, my body began to regenerate, albeit at a sluggish rate. This unfortunately grabbed the attention of the monsters and they wanted to test the extent of my “healing” abilities. So, after my body had fully healed that day, they began a new method of testing my capabilities. They bought in a highly skilled doctor/assassin (as I’d later find out) to test my capabilities. I thought method 1 was bad but this was absolute sadism. He began by piercing my body with a surgical knife in any area he deemed non-lethal to me. Once he saw my wounds heal rather rapidly, he decided to try a new method. He asked for a grater because he wanted to peel my skin. Now, I want you to imagine a block of cheese moving against a grater. What does it do to the cheese? Well, that’s the image I want you to have as this man began grating my skin off. To say it hurt would be an understatement. I nearly blacked out from such torture. The worst part? He was laughing and enjoying himself the whole time. He had an erection for crying out loud! I screamed till I couldn’t anymore, and all my skin had been peeled off. Once he decided he was done, my body began to heal. Now, the previous wounds healed quickly, but these wounds were oddly different. It’s like my body was “secreting” a new coat of skin and it was painful, but not as bad as being grated like fucking cheese. For 4 years, tests like these continued interchangeably. I eventually grew immune to pain itself and I became like my tormentor. I quickly became cold, emotionless and a sadist. That is, until I met Ms Oakley’s son, Thomas. At first, I thought he was another test subject until I saw how the staff and Ms Oakley herself treated him. I grew enraged at this fact until he looked over at me. At this point in time I was 8 years old and so was he, so we knew nothing about love, but the fact that he ran over to introduce himself to me ignited something in me. He was the embodiment of all things pure and innocent. He spoke fast, but not enough to make you lose track of what he was saying. He was a very attentive listener and we soon became friends. When they weren’t running experiments, Ms Oakley would bring him in and we’d play outside. The visits ceased one day, and I’d later find out that he had school and was only here because it was summer vacation. For that short time, I had a reason to live, a light that I wanted to see, and nothing was going to stop me. I started planning my escape to see my reason for living (and to obviously get away from these monsters). A week prior to me implementing my plan, a new test was run on me. A serum of sorts was injected into my body. For an hour nothing happened, and as the doctors we about to call the operation a fail, I died. It was instantaneous. One minute I was taking in a breath, the next I’m dead. The doctors rushed in to resuscitate me, but it didn’t work. After 4 minutes, they had to declare me dead. In a weird turn of events, an hour after my death, I came back to life. Unfortunately, I was being supervised by a doctor who believed that I would come back to life (damned doctor). After that, they ran some new tests to see what I had acquired during my death period. They noted that my brain activity was way off the charts for a normal being and wanted to see of I could manipulate anything using my mind. It was then that they discovered elemental manipulation. They took samples of my blood and ran tests on it. They also ran tests on the serum by injecting it in animals and humans who they’d bought in. None of those tests subjects survived. It was then declared that only my blood (without the serum) could trigger the capabilities. Also, they noted that my regenerative capabilities had ceased to exist, meaning that I had lost a power to gain a new one. After a year (now aged 9), Ms Oakley assigned me “parents” because Tom had been pestering her about when he could see me again and why I didn’t go to school and other stuff like that. To keep him from running his mouth, she managed to get me to live with 2 gay and “happily” married scientists, Peter and Paul Edwards. Thus, I became Raymond Charlie Edwards, son of Peter and Paul Edwards. After that, life wasn’t so bad. I got to hang out with Tom occasionally, and then that all changed when that bitch Jordan arrived. Around that time, Blake had left Tom and it was just me and him. He wasn’t his usual cheery self and I tried to ensure that he was at least content. Jordan arrived, and Tom was smitten. I knew because I was deeply in love with Tom and I knew the look all too well. I tried to get Tom to notice me or to even treat me like he treated Jordan, but it looked like I was a jealous boyfriend and Jordan noticed it. After that, he began laying on his charm and Tom got even closer to the bastard. A month before Tom’s 13th birthday, I’d had enough of his shit and cornered him on one of his night walks. It was then that I discovered that I wasn’t the only elemental user and that I wasn’t even the strongest. I wasn’t supposed to use my powers and I had hoped I’d spook Jordan, but in the end, he spooked me by telling me he’d expose me to Tom if I didn’t leave them alone. Naïve me did exactly I was told, and I ignored Tom out of fear. I only saw the light on Tom’s 14th birthday and was ready to let him know my thoughts and how much I loved him. I never got to confess my love to him because Mr Overbearing was there. The highlight of that night was Tom falling into my arms. I swear I saw a hint of disappointment at first then a look of him being awestruck by my smile. I didn’t get a chance to say a word before Jordan stole him from me (have I mentioned that I want to kill the bastard and have been planning to do such since last year?). After I while I got bored and was about to leave when I bumped into and fell on top of Janie Phillips. Now, to any bystanders, it looked like we were about to kiss and to her boyfriend, Blake White, I was practically about to fuck her. And thus, a massive fight broke out between the 2 of us and as such the party was disbanded. We left the house and unbeknownst to me, that would be the last time I would see Tom with a smile that beautiful on his face and the last time I’d visit him at his house. He was about to live my nightmare. One that I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy. One that I wish I could have saved him from.
  5. Emanon

    Two Sides, Same Coin

    Life and death are on two sides of the same coin. The same can be said about lies and truths. You either tell the truth or you lie. You either live or you die. Dinner that evening was rather tense. Mom was brutally cutting her steak while dad was essentially killing the already meat with the way he was stabbing it. Isaac was calmly eating his food while I had no appetite at all. My stepdad was trying to keep a conversation going but the crowd tonight wasn’t having any of that. Cameron still hasn’t come down after his explosive episode earlier. I don’t blame him though as I was about to do the same the same thing the moment dad poked his head through the door. I still don’t know why I am still sitting here at this table because it is not out of respect for my stepdad or our guests. Maybe I’m curious as to why they are here. “So, what brings you back to town, David?” mom begins the interrogation. “Didn’t know that you ran this town now, Catherine,” dad replied coolly. “I came back because I have to work here and to give Isaac the best education money can buy. Is that so wrong?” “Not at all David. I guess being a single parent has opened your eyes huh?” mom snidely replied. “Now, now you two, you’re embarrassing yourselves in front of the kids,” my stepdad said trying to cool the now heating fight. They backed off, but only to make way for a new fight. A fight between the kids themselves. “So, Arnold, how’s Alex? Isaac asked knowing the answer to this question. “I don’t know. How about we go visit his grave tomorrow and you can ask him. While we’re there, maybe we should start digging your grave as well. A lot of accidents have been popping up lately and I'm sure you're prone to end up in one of them,” I replied with a real dark look on my face. “So scary. Gosh, where did the happy-go-lucky “Arnie” go?” he asked mockingly. “Oh, that guy. He walked out of my life the exact same way you and dad did.” I replied, not backing down from his attacks. As soon as I said that, his face resembled mine now and we both looked like we were going to kill each other. Sadly, looks cannot kill so the bastard isn’t dead yet. “ENOUGH!” my stepdad shouted as he banged his fists on the table and rose up from his chair in an almost blind rage. “From the moment these two entered it’s been this cat-and-mouse game to see who gets the other angrier or who gets the other to snap first. Whatever game it is, I don’t FUCKING CARE! I just want to eat my dinner in relative peace so can you all just SHUT THE FUCK UP???!” And just like that, not a single word was spoken and not a single death glance was shot across the table. As dinner ended, however, my curiosity came to its climax and I had to ask the one question mom has been evading. “Dad, why did you walk out of our lives all those years ago? Mom keeps dodging the question and telling me you two were “unhappy” together, but I feel that there is more to the story than meets the eye,” I asked looking him in the eye. “I don’t know if I should answer…” “FOR FUCK SAKES ANSWER THE GODDAMN QUESTION!!!” I screamed getting fed up with the deceit in this family. “I PLAYED THE NAÏVE SON ROLE FOR LONG ENOUGH! EITHER YOU TELL ME, OR I FIND OUT AND WHEN I DO, PRAY TO GOD THAT HE HAS A SEAT THERE FOR YOU!”. “ARNOLD JAMES WILLIAMS, YOU WILL APOLOGIZE TO YOUR FATHER THIS INSTANT!” my mother screamed at me. “You have some nerve. YOU OF ALL PEOPLE ARE TELL ME TO APOLOGIZE? ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?” I screamed at my mom. SMACK!!! The sound echoed throughout the house. I touched the cheek that my mother had just slapped. Utterly stunned, I sat in my chair unable to process what had just occurred. My mother stood opposite me with a look of rage at first, then a look that probably resembled mine. Never in my life has she ever laid a hand on me in this manner. Isaac himself looked terrified. “A-Arnold, I-I didn’t mean to…” mom started but didn’t finish as I bolted from the table and out the front door. With no car, I just ran out of the now opening big gate and into the streets. For some odd reason, tears were rolling down my face. I had absolutely no idea where I was going but I had to get away from that house. *Isaac’s POV* Whoa. That was scary as hell. I’ve never seen that look on mom’s face and I don’t think dad was expecting her to do that. She was always this sweet mother who would still smile at you while serving your punishment. She never hit us once in our lives and that was the first time I had seen such happening. I immediately felt sorry for Arnold and was about to go after him when his stepdad told me to stay and he’d go. After that, mom broke down and started crying. I always thought I was tough but sitting there and watching her cry made me want to go over there and comfort her while shedding a few tears of my own. Dad was looking at her with the same look, but he made no move to implement his plan. “Catherine…” dad started, “What happened to us?” Mom, unable to reply just looked up at dad and cried even more. I started feeling very uncomfortable with the whole situation, but mom held up a hand to indicate that I must not go anywhere yet. After a few minutes, she got her breathing under control and turned to face me but kept her head down the entire time. She looked defeated and helpless in that moment and I was close to discarding my pride and hugging her. “You remember my parents?” she began. Who could forget those monsters? I hated them from the first visit. They disliked me and Arnold, and only cared for Cameron. They were the incarnation of evil if they did not care for you at all. They also treated dad like shit and disregarded him every time they came to visit. Dad always kept a brave face the entire time they were here and as soon as they left he’d curse like a sailor and lock himself in his office, which usually indicated that he was going to drink himself to sleep. The died 2 years ago and I feel no remorse whatsoever towards them. “Well, they found out that Isaac and Arnold weren’t Toby’s children.” “Wait, who is Toby?” I asked, a little perplexed by this revelation. “Toby was my first husband before your father. He is Cameron’s biological father. He walked of Cameron’s life before he even turned 3 years old. He grew bored of me apparently, or so my parents would always say. They believe that I wasn’t satisfying him in bed or that I was not doing all that I could to keep him in my life. I was heartbroken when I found David on Cameron’s 3rd birthday. He was friends with my older brother and that’s how we met. Anyways, after my parents found out that the twins were not Toby’s, they started treating them and you horribly in hopes you’d up and leave. When you showed no sign of leaving, they threw an ultimatum at me. That I find someway to get rid of you, or they’d do it themselves and heaven forbid anyone or anything that got in their way. I was so scared then, because they hated you and the twins and wouldn’t hesitate to kill them if that was all it took to get you to leave. Out of fear of losing everything, I started to do things that eventually put you at the doorstep of our old house with Isaac at your side. I wanted to tell you to stay and tell you about my parents and their threat, but I feared them finding out and implementing their methods to rid you of me. That day I lost the love of my life and one of my children, although Arnold wasn’t the same after you left until Alex came. That boy was his world. I saw it in his eyes. He would have killed for that kid if he’d been asked to. When Alex shot himself, I lost another child and essentially, my parents got their wish.” Mom looked dead after telling her story, but she also looked like a massive burden was lifted from her shoulders. She sort-of resembled the mother I’d grown up seeing at that moment and I couldn’t hold back anymore. I stood up and walked over to her and wrapped her in my arms. She began sobbing as soon as I did this, and I couldn’t hold back my emotions and stared crying with her. Dad sat there stunned but oddly calm. He looked at mom with a look I couldn’t decipher at the time but would later recognize as odd admiration. The strength mom displayed that night was something that touched dad and me. As all this was happening, I couldn’t help but wonder where Arnold had run off to. *Arnold’s POV* As soon as my legs tired out, I staggered into a slow walk and began to take in my surroundings. It looks like I was at the park Grayson, Rudolph and I were at earlier. I strode towards the spot we sat at and plopped down heavily from the exhaustion that I was experiencing. I began to recollect the past hour or so and I still could not believe my mother had hit me. I’d always believed her to be a rock that I could lean on and would never hurt me, no matter what I did. I just cannot wrap my head around the fact that she raised her hand at me. After some time, I started getting tired of sitting alone and was about to go home when I saw a figure sitting under a tree, enjoying the sunset. The longer I looked at him, the more I realized that it was the creepy guy from earlier. I turned to leave when I heard some shout “Hey!”. I ignored it and was starting to walk away when I heard someone run up to me and lay a hand on my shoulder. Scared, I froze and didn’t move for a bit. Then, I slowly turned to face the person who’d given me such a fright. Standing in from of me was the person who had been stalking me, and as I’d later find out, the person whose entire existence revolved around mine. “Hey, I noticed you didn’t hear me or ignored me, so I decided to run over and introduce myself,” the green-eyed, auburn haired, freckle-faced guy said to me. Oddly, I was mesmerized by his eyes and found that I couldn’t turn away even if I wanted to. “The name’s Chuck, what’s your name?”
  6. Emanon

    Odyssey - Part 1

    *Tom’s Memory* Its my 14th birthday today. Jordan is coming over in a few minutes and I am still not ready for school. Sure, it’s Friday, but mom believes that education is too important for me to skip because I’m a year older now. It’s not that I hate school, I just dislike how long classes are. I mean, is it necessary for us to sit for so many hours in one place? Torture method of the millennia. Also, I am hosting a party tonight WITHOUT mom being present which means… ALCOHOL!!! Sure, it’s not good for our developing bodies, but I just want to finally let loose and enjoy myself. Jordan is supplying all the booze so that’s a major relief. Tip: get yourself a friend who can score you alcohol even when they are underaged. Any who, I’m currently in the car with Jordan and mom and we’re headed to hell (okay I mean school) and him and mom have sung and teased me since we left the house. Honestly, they are embarrassing me and it’s a good thing it’s just us in the car. I’d be embarrassed if anyone else heard what’s going on in here. We arrive at school and mom demands a kiss goodbye. She usually never asks for one, so I find her request odd, but still fulfil it anyways. It grants Jordan the right to tease me for the rest of the day, but I can handle it. I have always wondered if he likes me back. I mean, I’ve been trying to read him since we met 2 years ago, but he shows no signs of even liking me beyond friendly terms. It’s kinda sad because I have fallen in love with the boy. I am head over heels in love with him. I think my infatuation started last year on my 13th birthday when he got me a gift I had hoped mom would get but she didn’t and then that night I had a tummy bug and he stayed by my side the whole night. He hardly slept for my sake and since then I have been smitten. I just wish I could have him for this birthday because I don’t think any gift would be better than him. Classes were boring as per usual. I’m too smart for my grade, but I refuse to be placed in higher grades as I’ll no longer be a child who still wants to enjoy their childhood. Mom was a little disappointed, but she has respected my wishes so far. It’s been a boring but fulfilling journey as I got to meet Jordan. I also got to meet my ex-best friend Blake White in the schooling system. Why ex? Because he decided that hoes come before bros and started dating that bitch Janie Phillips. That was over a year ago but I’m still bitter about it because I was Blake’s first and only friend. I also blame the fact that he chose popularity over our friendship. It still hurts but at least I have Jordan to fill the void (also, Blake didn’t even come to my party last year and our friendship ended then). Another person I have met is one of the hottest, yet creepiest guys yet. His name is Raymond Edwards. He likes it when I call him Ray and has been giving me and Jordan death glares ever since we got close. Before Jordan entered my life, he was always following me around like a lost puppy. It was cool and all, but then it started getting creepy cause he’d follow me EVERYWHERE! I eventually let him know it was uncool and rather creepy and he tried a different approach. He basically became my friend until Jordan stepped in and suddenly, he just stopped being my friend. He ignored my calls and essentially became a ghost. I only see him rarely and when I do, he has a death glare waiting for me and my future husband (ignore that part!!!). So, as I was saying earlier, there is a party tonight. No guest list so anyone can arrive. I have already packed away any breakable items and locked my mother’s room. I’m just waiting on Jordan to arrive with the booze and then this party is a go! Jordan arrived at 19:00 with the alcohol and we set up some snacks around various points in the house. I made sure to place a table with some alcohol by the pool, as I know most people will want to be outside and swim. I did mention to them (the “guests”) to bring something to get wet in. I didn’t mention that there would be alcohol so they’re in for a surprise. The guests begin to arrive at 20:00 with Blake and his posse arriving first. When they learnt that there was alcohol, it was only a matter of time before I was hosting the entire 8th grade at my house. Soon, people from other grades had gathered and by 22:00 the party was wild… I was not expecting such a turn out but the again, alcohol attracts the masses. I was a little tipsy at this point, having joined a drinking game not too long ago and I was losing so I left. Jordan on the other hand looked like he hadn’t touched a drop, but I had spotted him on various occasions nursing a drink. I even took a sip to be sure that he was drinking, and he was as far as I knew. He looked so approachable at this moment in time, so I took my chance to finally get something off my chest. I clumsily made my way over to him and when I was about to reach him, I trip over something and land safely in someone’s arms. To my surprise (and disappointment) it was Ray’s arms that I was in. He looked down at me and flashed me a really dazzling smile, but Jordan intervened and took me away from Ray. I didn’t see his expression, but I’m sure he was wearing his scowl for the way Jordan took me away from his rather warm and comfortable arms. Maybe I’m a little beyond tipsy, I guess. Jordan escorts me to my room and lets me lay down on my bed. At this moment in time, I didn’t realise that he had also closed the door and that we were in darkness because I had closed my eyes and quite frankly, the alcohol was affecting my senses. I then felt someone lay beside me and assumed that it was him. I don’t know what prompted me, but I began to confess my love for him to him. I told him about when my feelings began and how I’ve always wanted to tell him. I then begin to babble about how he can hate me if he wants to when he silences me with my first kiss ever. OMFG!!! His lips are something words cannot begin to describe. The feelings I experienced in that moment transcend anything I had ever felt in my life. I felt like I was floating away and the only thing that was sort of anchoring me was Jordan’s lips. We didn’t get too passionate because Jordan heard commotion downstairs and we had to go check it out. I hadn’t realised at the time that we had been in the room for almost an hour. Apparently, my confession was delayed cause I kept nodding off at certain times and he was flabbergasted by my admission of love that while I was blubbering apologies and prayers for forgiveness like an idiot, he was processing all that I had said. I had sobered considerably after the kiss and was now in the process of kicking everyone out because Blake and Ray had a “disagreement” and that lead to a large fight that almost couldn’t be stopped. After that, Jordan and I just chilled on the couch in the entertainment room when everyone had left, and we just cuddled. I don’t know how or why, but we were on the run suddenly. It felt so surreal. I didn’t know whether it was a dream, but the pain of fatigue felt realistic enough for me to admit that we were running from someone. I turned back to see who was following us and noticed something odd. These people had my mother’s company logo on the front of their outfits. What’s going on here? Why are we running? I was about to stop and ask until I saw the look of worry and extreme desperation on Jordan’s face and realised that this was a serious fucking situation we were in and that questions would slow us down. We ran for some time before Jordan did something my mind couldn’t fathom, not even in a million years. He caused a massive rift to form and the guys following us fell into that. I asked him about what just happened, but he seemed annoyed by my questions and gave me a rather vague reply. As we were going to continue running, something happened, and I cannot remember it. The next thing I know, I wake up by the rift Jordan made, but there was no Jordan in sight. I found that weird and I began walking back to town in tears cause my feet hurt and I couldn’t find Jordan. I was dazed and confused by the entire night. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I’m ambushed by some men and I’m tied up. I try calling out for Jordan to help me, but to no avail. Help wasn’t coming, hell was. Hell that I hadn’t imagined. Hell I’ll never forget.
  7. Emanon

    Kin

    I apologize.😂 I will try limit the amount of torture I subject my viewers to to a bare minimum.😂
  8. Emanon

    Kin

    There are two things in life one cannot evade. Death and tax. Death is one thing we certainly cannot avoid. From our very first breath, we are fated to die. It’s inevitable. Why am I thinking about death at such a time? Well, simple. Rudolph is giving me death glares in the rear-view mirror that could obliterate me if looks could kill. I wonder why he agreed for me to come with them if he’s going to look at me like I killed his favourite family member and then I shat on their grave while in his presence. “So, Arnold…” Grayson began hesitantly. “What would you like to do when we get to the mall?”. “Is this guy for real? I have no idea what to do at the mall anymore. I mean, I haven’t had friends in 2 years and he’s asking me what I’d like to do when we get there? At this rate I’d like to go home, but that reply would not earn me a place in Grayson’s good books.” I pondered as I looked blankly at Grayson. “No idea. I don’t go out a lot and well, I don’t have friends to go to the mall with, so I guess I’ll follow your lead.” I replied with a shrug. “Great. We got ourselves a boring one.” Rudolph remarked, not caring to hide what he just said. I ignored his remark as I had no energy to deal with his idiocy at that point in time. I merely lay my head against the window and watched as the scenery went by. Grayson kept looking back to see what I was doing. I noticed him doing this quite frequently and eventually I assumed he had something on his mind. After being isolated for 2 years, I’ve learnt to read people and their intentions at times. “What do you want Grayson?” I finally asked, tired of watching him swivel round to constantly look at me. “I was just wondering about what you said about friends. You said you don’t have any friends and well I was just wondering why because you’re the kid with the wealthiest parents. I mean, don’t the rich kids stick together?” Grayson asked, fidgeting a lot after asking his question. It seems he was rather nervous as to what answer I might give or if I’d answer at all. “Well, 2 years back my boyfriend killed himself. I lost a lot that day and well I became a shadow of my former self. None of the rich kids cared about me, so when I hung out at my table they didn’t even raise an eyebrow. They just went on as normal and replaced me like I was an outdated car model or something.” I replied not daring to face either of the two. I didn’t care what people thought of me. I’d cut off that part of me the day Alex died. But in that car, I didn’t want to be judged by these 2 for some odd reason. “We’re almost at the mall,” Rudolph announced. “I hope you have your smile ready, Captain Grouch.” “Scowl? Check. Idiot in the driver’s seat? Double check. Yeah, I all prepared to hit the mall.” I said in a mocking tone. That didn’t sit well with Rudolph at all, but Grayson was amused by our bickering. “You two argue like an old married couple. It’s adorable.” Grayson mused as he looked ahead. “Well, here we are, Captain. Welcome to the mall. A place where high school kids, being us, come and hang out when we have nothing better to do. Usually we just come here for the food court.” “Wow. I had no idea that this is where teenagers came when their minds have no alternate entertainment or when they felt the urge to eat something unhealthy. I’ll document this discovery as soon as I return home.” I retorted as I got out the now parked car. It seems the place underwent major renovations since my last visit here. 2 years is a lot of time and in that time, they have added an ice-skating rink and a second bowling alley as the one used to be crazy full. I remember all this because Alex and I used to come here after our food dates. It feels like that was decades ago, but it has only been 2 years. “Are you going to stand there all day or are you actually going to follow us inside?” Rudolph asked as he went on ahead into the mall. ********************************************************************************** The mall. A massive gathering place for people of all ages. It’s also the place where a group of 3 people were currently navigating in hopes of finding something to do. I was just following the 2 idiots while they argued over where we should eat and what to do after getting food. I swear these 2 guys think with their stomachs and nothing else. As we approached the food court, a familiar face caught my eye. This person’s name had escaped my mind, but his faced is forever etched into my mind. It was my twin brother’s friend. I hadn’t seen him since my brother left and Alex entered my life. He averted his gaze as soon as I spotted him and walked into the gaming store he was standing in front of. That guy has always been a little odd for my liking with his staring and him averting his gaze when he finally realizes that I have caught him (usually takes him 5 seconds to realize that I have caught him staring). “Arnold, we’re going to get some burgers and a milkshake. Want to tag along or do you want to sit at that table over there and wait for us to bring the food over?” Grayson asked. “I’ll go sit at the table. I’m a little tired of walking because you 2 couldn’t decide on where to get food,” I replied as I headed towards the table Grayson had pointed out. “Also, I’d like a strawberry milkshake thank you very much.” As I sat down, my phone began ringing. It was my mom. “Weird. She never calls me at this time.” I thought to myself as I answered the call. “Hello mother. What do you require of me at this hour?” I enquired. “Well hello to you too Arnold. I just wanted to find out where you were as your father hasn’t come back and he never called me to let me know what’s going on. It sounds like you’re at the mall. Are you safe? Do you have your card with you? Who are you with there? Do you need me to pick you up?” mom began asking as I grew a little unnerved by her concern. She hasn’t doted on me in a while, but lately she seems to be doting on me a lot and I don’t think I’m ready for that due to her distant behaviour in the past few years “Yes, I am at the mall. Dad probably forgot to mention that after I called him. He is extremely busy after all. I am safe here and I do have my card with me. I am with Rudolph and Grayson, my new friends. No, I do not need you to come and pick me up thank you very much,” I replied quickly trying to end this conversation before it escalated into a full-blown interrogation. “Alrighty then. Please be home by 17:30. We have some very important guests coming over tonight. Your dad told me this morning that he got a new business associate that’s loaded and well, you know how he is, so he will be basically showing off his house and family. Also, he has a son about your age. Maybe the son could help take your mind off Alex for a while.” Mom said issuing me my curfew for the day and the reason for it being so early. “Alright mom. I’ll make sure I’m home at 17:15 latest to prepare for our guests. I must go now; my friends have returned with the food. Bye!” I shouted as I ended the phone call before she could get another word in. “What was that all about?” Grayson asked as he took his seat next to me handing me my food. Rudolph took a seat next to Grayson which placed him opposite me. “That was my mom. She just wanted to serve me with my 17:30 curfew because my dad has guests to entertain tonight and so I need to be home early as dad usually arrives at 17:40 if he’s going to entertain guests,” I replied as I grabbed my food. “Thank you by the way for the food and milkshake.”. “No problem. We’ll see to it that you are at home by 17:15 latest so you can prepare if need be. Also, it’ll give you time to catch your mom up on your day,” Grayson said, thereafter digging into his meal. Rudolph had long begun his journey into his meal and so I decided to join in as well. After 3 minutes, I felt like someone was staring at me and as I looked up, Rudolph looked like he was staring straight at me. “Do I have something on my face?” I asked as I returned his stare. “Sorry to burst your bubble; I wasn’t looking at you but the guy that’s been staring at this table or more specifically at you since we sat here.” Rudolph replied, finally looking down and resuming his meal. I turned around to see that guy from earlier. He had a different look on his face this time round though. It looked like he was jealous or angry. I didn’t worry myself about it too much and turned back to face Rudolph and Grayson who had decided to converse between themselves. After our meal, we walked around for 30 minutes before heading to the ice-skating rink. It was rather packed, but it was alright to skate. I had been to skating rinks before and had had lessons on how to skate. I was no professional, but I used to really enjoy it. I picked it up relatively fast and was a natural by the 7th visit. I haven’t been there since mom and dad divorced. We skated for about an hour before we decided to call it quits and go grab something to drink and maybe some doughnuts. We did that and left the mall at around 16:30 to go to the park in town to just eat our doughnuts and enjoy our milkshakes. The park was just a 5-minute drive from the mall, so we arrived there at 16:35. We ate our doughnuts and had our milkshakes. As promised, I was at the house by 17:15. I promised to see the guys tomorrow and bid them farewell. There wasn’t much said after we had discovered my stalker at the mall and I was glad. ********************************************************************************** As I prepared, I started thinking about my earlier “death” thoughts. I thought of something we all evade but cannot escape besides death and tax. Our past. It comes back to haunt us when we least expect it and when it does, our reaction to it is bizarre at times. At 17:40 on the dot, we heard dad’s car pull up. I knew it was his because he loves revving it when he is parking it. I went to the door to greet dad and our guests. Mom was also there waiting. We heard 2 loud voices, with the second voice being a familiar one. I looked over at mom and she had paled considerably. It seemed my suspicion about who the voice belonged to was confirmed. As my stepdad walked through the door he announced he was home. “Honey, Arnold, we have visitors. This is…” “Good evening, David,” mom began. “Good evening to you too, Catherine,” dad replied while returning the dark glare she was giving him. “Arnold.” “Isaac,” I replied coolly. “Well, it seems everyone is already acquainted…” my stepdad nervously chuckled to try ease the tension in the room. “Yo, I hope I’m not too late in meeting our…” Cameron began, trailing off as he came down the stairs and saw who our guests were. Without another word, he turned around and headed back upstairs and slammed the door to his room. “What a great way to kick off our family reunion,” I spat coolly towards our guests. Isaac shot a rather angry glare at me and I shot one back. Mom and dad were having their own little glaring competition and my stepdad was feeling a little flustered by the whole situation with him being the odd one out. “Uh… I think supper is ready. If we could all make our way to the dining table, we can begin the evening.” Stepdad announced trying to diffuse the situation. We all walked to the dining table expecting to be full solely on food, but it seems fate had other plans and the knowledge we were about to acquire that night would keep us filled for days to come.
  9. Emanon

    The Times Are A 'Changing

    The death of his entire family is just too coincidental. The Jacobs are truly powerful I guess. I'm hooked though. Amazing story.😁😁😁
  10. Emanon

    Captain Grouch

    Thanks for the comment. Only time will tell...😉
  11. Emanon

    Captain Grouch

    Humans are fascinating creatures. They claim to be the most intellectual species and they believe they are social beings but fail to socialise with people and vocalise their pain. Odd but fascinating creatures indeed. They are also the most annoying. Which brings me to why I started this rant in the first place. My brother thinks it’s fun to go through my stuff and move things in the hopes that I’ll find what he has taken and what he has moved from my room. At age 18, you’d think he’s the more intellectual one with a sense of maturity. Wrong! He is as immature as a toddler and quite frankly, as thick as a brick. A jock to boot, he believes that he is the definition of what a man should be. My parents don’t really care about what he does or his beliefs as they expect us to be independent people. Cameron Wells, my brother. Not the brightest bulb but he is one of the best athletes at his school (note I said his school). He attends the athletics academy on the other side of town. When my parents saw he had no intellectual aptitude, they enrolled him in a place where his skills would shine (and other skills would rot). He’s not much of a social butterfly but he’s not afraid to speak to people. ********************************************************************************** Dinner is a… how can I say it, business-like affair in our household. There are no social activities held around the table. It’s more like a boardroom meeting where we just state what each of us did that day, pass any notices that need to be passed, eat and go our separate ways. The maids come and clean the table once everyone has gone. It wasn’t always like this. There used to be happier days. I guess I didn’t explain that Alex isn’t the only person I’ve lost. I "had" a twin brother. Now, he’s not dead so don’t worry about that. It’s just that, we don’t connect like other twins. From the moment we were born, we’ve competed against one another but even then we were happy I guess. The man I call "dad" now is actually my stepdad. My mom and dad got divorced when we turned 12 and my twin brother chose to go off with our dad. I haven’t seen him since. Mom hasn’t been the same since then and the family portraits stopped after she remarried. The man she’s married to now is more business-like than family-oriented and she seems like she aims to please him. I guess he has a fair bit of money to contribute, but I don’t understand why mom is so desperate to keep him around. I mean, she is the richer one between the two, so it can’t be money. He’s so mechanic that I doubt he could show love, so love itself is out of the picture. What keeps her so bound to this man? What kept me bound to Alex? ********************************************************************************** Another school day. Same old idiots. Grayson and Rudolph seem to think I’m their friend because they both ambushed me as I walked into the school doors. “Good morning Captain grouch!” Grayson stated with a salute. “How may I be of service?” “You can start by not calling that,” I replied, choosing to ignore his whole charade. “Why are you so happy this morning anyways?” “The sun is shining. Birds are singing. What reason do I have to not be happy?” Grayson responded with a smile on his face. A smile. Something I haven’t been able to muster since Alex’s death. It looks like such an interesting thing to do. I was once capable of producing such a captivating thing. Wonder if I’ll ever be able to again... At this point Rudolph spoke up, “Did you guys hear? There might be a new kid coming in tomorrow. I heard that his parent’s wealth rivals yours, Arnold.” “I wonder who that could be…” I thought out loud just enough for Grayson to hear. “You look like you have a clue as to who it might be,” Grayson stated, clearly observing me way too close for my comfort. “It might be him, but I don’t want to believe it,” I replied vaguely. “Could they really be back in town?” I thought to myself as we walked to class. ********************************************************************************* Classes are a major bore. I mean we need to learn but can’t they do it in a manner that doesn’t make me want to fall asleep every time I enter? Sure, I don’t really care about school anymore, but you’d think they’d care to try get me to get my grades up. No, they just care about getting their salary and the rest they’ll make up as they go along. I feel like some of them don’t even have the qualifications to be a teacher. Ugh, why isn’t the bell ringing for my favourite time of the day? Gosh… Finally, LUNCH TIME!!! About the only thing at this school that makes it worth attending. As per usual I have my special table, but alas, it has been defiled by Grayson and his sidekick Rudolph. “I should just accept the fact that you two are going to be permanent thorns in my ass and that I have no chance of getting rid of you?” I asked as I approached them at my table. “You make it sound like we’re the unsociable one,” Rudolph said rolling his eyes at my statement. “Come on now boys, play nice,” Grayson said playfully as I said down across from them. I haven’t taken time to notice their physical features because I really don’t want to connect with them. Human interactions leave one emotionally vacant if unchecked. “So, how have classes been, former valedictorian?” Rudolph asked me, coming off as more an insult than a question. “Rather fantastic! I have discovered various methods to sleep in class and a fool proof method of failing tests and assignments. Nothing can stop me now,” I retorted, not allowing this bastard to get the better of me. He looked annoyed by my reply but Grayson, however, was thoroughly amused. “You two get along like oil and water,” he stated as he took a bite of his burger. “Better yet, you get along like the middle-class and upper-class students lately.”. I turned back to see what he was looking at only to see the current leaders of both tables ready to bash it out in the cafeteria. “Just great, a food fight is just what the doctor ordered today.” I groaned internally as I picked up my tray getting ready to leave. “I’m not exactly in the mood for detention so if you guys want to follow, I’ll be eating outside,” I stated to the 2 then I made my way to the park situated just outside the cafeteria. “Look at you. Inviting us to eat with you and get some sunshine. Maybe you aren’t so cold-hearted after all,” Rudolph said taking a seat next to me on the grass. “Thanks. And you’re not as stupid as I was led to believe,” I replied while picking at my food. Grayson took a seat next to Rudolph and they started talking about their after-school plans. I blocked them out and started thinking about the new boy. Rudolph had said his parent’s wealth rivals my parent’s wealth and there was only one person I knew who could rival mom and that was dad. I have a gut feeling that this is dad, but it could be someone else entirely. Hmmm… I guess we’ll see what tomorrow will bring us. “ARNOLD!” someone was shouting at me. “WHAT???” I replied, frustrated that my thoughts had been broken. “Uh, me and Rudolph were wondering if you’d like to hang out with us after school? We’re heading to the mall and well, we just wanted to see if you’d come with…” Grayson asked shyly while Rudolph looked at him with an annoyed face. “Uh... Are you sure cause Rudolph the red-faced guy here has a facial expression that’s more hostile than welcoming,” I said trying to piss Rudolph off even more. I think it worked cause the guy looked like he was about to explode. I guess I should piss people off for a living from now on. “Sure, he does. He’s just jealous that you have my attention lately,” Grayson said, likely teasing him but I think there’s more to the pair than meets the eye. They stared at each other as if to send some secret message that the other could read just by looking at one another. “They must be a couple,” I thought to myself as I observed them. “Ehm, sure, I’ll accompany you both to the mall then,” I said to get their attention and break up their staring contest. It had begun to unnerve me. “Great! We’ll leave straight after school and head to the mall then. Do you have to notify anyone or…?” Grayson asked me. “Just my dad as he is supposed to pick me up after school. Let me do that quick before the bell rings.” ********************************************************************************** While I was on the phone and the pair were once again conversing amongst themselves, we were unaware of someone watching me from not too far away. Their eyes had been fixated on me the whole time we were there. This person had been able to catch parts of our conversation and knew I was going to the mall. “Maybe I can finally talk to him,” this person said to themselves. This person has been watching me since before the departure of my dad. This person has been a part of my life at some point. This person was once important to me. ********************************************************************************** “The mall is a go,” I said as I approached the “love birds”. “Great…” RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!! “Ah shucks, I guess we’ll hash out the details at 2pm then. Be at the parking lot. We’ll go from there. See you in a bit Arnold!” Grayson shouted as he rushed to his last class. Rudolph didn’t say anything as he walked away. How rude… Anyways, last class is always uneventful (like every other class), so I just block out what the teacher says. I focused my thoughts this time on Rudolph and Grayson. My acquaintances. Acquaintances? Is it alright to call them that? I mean socially speaking that is what they are, but can I really call them that? I mean, it would be weird to call them that in public today… Maybe “friends” will do for today’s excursion. Then they go back to be my acquaintances. That’s how it’ll be then. The final bell rang, and I left class in a bit off a hurry. I’m not sure as to why I was in a hurry but boy, was I in a hurry. Maybe I was nervous to do this because I haven’t had fun in so long. Fun. Yet another word that is foreign to me. I haven’t had fun in 2 years. I have closed myself off from people. Why? Why did I close myself off? Am I afraid of people or of their intentions? I wonder why… “Yo Arnold, over here!” Grayson shout, waving his hands for me to see him. When I got there Rudolph was already in the driver’s seat, tapping the steering wheel impatiently. “Let’s get a move on. We’re burning daylight here,” he said as we climbed in. We headed off to the mall, unaware of the surprises that lay ahead.
  12. Emanon

    Chapter 1

    Interesting start. Elliot intrigues me and I want to see where his story goes. He seems rather desensitized to murder that even the concept of committing murder isn't such a heavy burden on his mind. I look forward to the second chapter.
  13. Emanon

    Blast from the Past

    I'm just having trouble seeing the direction I want the story to take. In the meantime, I'm trying to write a more light-hearted story to keep people distracted until my brain has overcome this problem. But it won't be on hold for too long. Hopefully I'll return before September to it. I'm sorry to disappoint you but I want to keep the story interesting.😥
  14. Emanon

    Little Did I Know

    “You’ll find love once again, A. You’ll be able to smile just like you have in the past. I’ve completely lost my light and I’m afraid nothing can reignite it, not even the love I hold for you. I believe you can reignite your light after this. It may take time, but I know that someone will come and reignite your light once more. I’ll always love you A. Now and forever…” That whole messed up scene is from 2 years ago. The person who said those words was my last boyfriend and best friend, Alex Packard. He killed himself right in front of me after saying those words. The reason, you ask, is because he’d “lost his light”. Essentially, his parents and his entire family passed away in a car accident leaving him as the sole survivor of his family name. He was at the crime scene that day and the horrors he saw, he was never able to un-see and that basically ate away at his soul. He started becoming a mere shadow of who he was then one day he called me over to his house to see him and BANG! He shot himself in the head and was gone. Just. Like. That. Me? I’ve just had to go on living. Obviously, I’m also now not the same person I was. In fact, I don’t even know who I was. I walk into my house every day and see the pictures of a happy, beautiful boy with his beautiful family and they all have smiles on their faces. I wonder if that boy was me because whenever I look into the mirror, all I see is this hideous monster with a permanent scowl, long hair that hides his face, pale blue eyes that hide behind his hair and an attitude that no parent should deal with. Yes, I am absolute hell on earth. I have no friends; my family avoids me, and my grades aren’t the best they’ve been since his death. I just don’t have it in me to care anymore. My home life isn’t too bad, it’s school that’s the problem. “Ugh… Another fucking “everything is perfect” love song…” I internally bemoaned as mom drove up to the school. Mom loved listening to the pop song radio stations everyday and today, it seemed like she’d changed it to love songs. Just great. “Have a great day at school honey. Your father will be here to pick you up at 2 and you need to see to getting a haircut. It’s been 2 years and well…” my mom started then trailed off as she saw the look of indifference on my face. She realised that she was fighting a lost battle already and bringing up the fact that it’s the 2 year “anniversary” of my friend’s death wasn’t aiding her efforts. Yes, the last time I cut my hair was the day he killed himself, so today is the “anniversary”! Yay! Not. “I’ll try have a good day and stay out of trouble. I’ll be here when dad arrives. I’ll see you later mom,” I said as I hopped out the car and walked towards the school. Fairdale High School. A place where only the rich may go. It has no real rivals nearby as it was quite easily the most expensive school you can send you child to. Honestly, I didn’t care that my parents were the richest, yet I dressed like “middle-class scum” as some of the snooty kids here would put it. I couldn’t care less what my appearance looked like. I felt no need to put any effort into life anymore. Too much energy expended and honestly, no one here is worth the effort. Recently I got a new nickname. “The boy who never smiles”. Neat, huh? A rather accurate description of me. I don’t smile at all anymore. After that day, I’ve never found a reason to smile and so all people see on my face is a scowl. Even my so-called “friends” keep their distance because of my upkeep, or lack thereof, of my life. Quite frankly, I stopped caring about things like relationships a long time ago. As much as you see me as a horrible person, I couldn’t give a flying fuck what you thought. You are entitled to your opinion of me and at the end of the day, that’s for you. I came out before the whole saga occurred, so people have a vague understanding of what occurred, but no one has approached me to ask what really happened and if I am okay. That kind of built my nonchalant attitude towards life and everything in general. At lunch I sit alone. Not the “He’s a loser, don’t sit with him” alone, just… Alone. No one sits near me or at my table. No one tries to interact or socialise with me. I stopped caring about such trivial things and spend most of my time just sitting and eating my lunch. Occasionally I’ll spice it up and look around and see what’s going on. I rarely do this (about once every two weeks) so I’m bound to miss quite a lot. Today’s glimpse saw me starting by looking at the lower-upper class kids. These are the “rich but not quite there” kids. They seem to have gotten a new addition recently. Good for them, they need the numbers. Then there are the middle-upper class kids. A rank higher than the previous group but not quite on top. They still seem to have the same numbers, although it looks like some friction is starting up between them and the upper-upper class kids (sounds weird… upper-upper…). The top tier with parents who have more money than they know what to do with. I’m naturally still at the top, but I don’t care for all that, so some dope named Tristan Wells is at the top. Good for him I say. Wait, there seems to be a new table in the cafeteria. This table is so weird cause it is a mix of all the other groups. Wasn’t there 2 weeks ago, but I guess 2 weeks can change a lot in this place. Looks like 2 of them are boyfriends. Lovebirds. Lucky for them. I just hope one of them isn’t a suicidal psychopath like my boyfriend or they’ll end up like me. Ha-ha (I have no sense of humour at all). There is one boy in that group, however, who seems… off… Like he doesn’t belong there. Like his existence wouldn’t be missed if he were to vanish tomorrow. Well, to me it appeared that way until someone appeared and took residence next to him and they engaged in conversation. Guess I completely misread the situation. Oh well, back to my lunch. Observation time is over. “Can we sit here?” came 2 voices from in front of me. “Who in their right mind would volunteer to sit with me?” I asked myself as I looked up. “Don’t know if you possess the ability to do such, but if you do, then you may be seated. I am sure my imaginary friends won’t mind,” I replied going back to eating my lunch and ignoring my uninvited guests. “My name’s Grayson and this is my friend Rudolph. We noticed you were sitting here alone and we decided to come over and sit with you. We’re new here and well, we don’t think we fit in with the other groups,” the guy named Grayson said as he and Rudolph took their respective seats opposite me. “So, what’s your name if you don’t mind me asking?” “Wait, they aren’t here to eat their lunches in peace, but are rather here to socialise and make a new friend and have probably mistaken me for a new kid. Just great.” “My name…” I began, stopping myself as I realised that I hadn’t given someone my name as an extension to becoming acquaintances with them in quite a long time (over 2 years to be exact). I briefly looked up and just as briefly responded, “My name is Arnold Williams. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”. “So, you actually have a name? I thought that was a myth,” Rudolph tried to joke, but sadly the joke never reached my face that was still as straight-faced as it had ever been. “And the lack of a smile was also true.” He muttered without really trying to hide what he was saying. “Be nice, Rudolph. Geez,” Grayson scolded his friend and then turned his attention to me. Just when he was about to start speaking the bell rang, signalling the end of break and time for me to head to my last class of the day. “Oh fuck, before we got to know you better.” He said clearly unhappy about the situation. “You’ll be here tomorrow, won’t you?” Grayson asked eagerly. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” I replied standing up and walking away from the pair that was now chattering amongst themselves. “Weird…” I thought to myself. After my last class I headed outside and put on my earphones while waiting for dad. “He’s later than usual…” I thought to myself as I gazed up into the sky. As the music hit me, I started to think as to why I wasn’t a good enough reason for Alex to stay. The song I was listening to was I song I heard while his body was being carried off as a corpse. It made me wonder why I wasn’t good enough for him to keep on living, why I was good enough to leave behind. Was I damaged goods? Was it because my parents were crazy rich, and they could buy back my "love”? They could just buy me a new “light”? Why had Alex abandoned me? Little did I know, but someone had been watching me as I stood there, looking at the sky; listening to music; lost in my own thoughts of Alex and waiting for my dad. Someone had taken notice of me and someone wanted to know me. Little did I know that I had someone who was obsessed with me. Little did I know…
  15. Emanon

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    17 year old Arnold has seen his fair share of life, plus interest. He navigates everyday without hope or interest until someone takes interest in him. Can he regain his "light" or is he fated to be consumed by the darkness as well?
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