bigfoot
December 8th, 2013, 11:59 PM
This hasn't really been checked for errors, I just want some criticism.
It had been one of those mornings where everything seemed to piss me off and, because of that, I pissed everyone else off too. I mean, it wasn't their fault, but nobody tried to do anything to make the situation better. It's not like they could have changed what happened that day, but I wish they would have tried.
I ended up pissing off my mom really early that morning, so I decided to leave before I could say anything I'd regret. I know she thought that I was going to school, but I didn't have the slightest intention of going. I'd just get more pissed and get myself into trouble. That's my problem. With most people, they get in a shit mood and they go and hang out with people and forget about everything, but with me, I just get more pissed than before. I figured, instead of going to school with everybody, I'd just spend the day to myself to cool off. It wasn't like they'd call home or anything, because my mom let me skip a lot when I had decent grades and they were used to my absences. School was about to let out for Christmas break in a few days, and we wouldn't be doing too much. I think there were only three days left. Shit, I don't know if it was the 16th or the 17th that day, but the point is that I couldn't find fault in skipping that day. Especially with the state of mind I was in.
The first thing I did when I left my house was light a smoke. Yeah, I know, bad for my health and all, but at the moment, I couple years off my life didn't sound that bad. It still doesn't. My nerves had really needed it too, because I'd felt like I was going to snap and jump off a bridge or something. I get that feeling a lot more now. I wouldn't do it, but I still get the feeling. Anyways, I walked and took big drags off the cigarette, holding the smoke in until it leaked out of my nose and the corners of my mouth. I ended up spacing out and not paying attention to how fast the smoke was burning and it smoldered through the filter and to my lips. I started cussing like a madman, jumping around, licking my lips and all. Its kind of funny, really, but I was too mad to find the humor then.
I pulled the pack out of my front shirt pocket and realized it was empty, which wasn't really that bad of a thing, because I'd needed something to do. I figured that I'd go to the gas station on the corner and see if I could get somebody legal to take a few dollars off me and buy me a pack of Marlboros.
When I got to the gas station, the wind had had picked up and I had gotten really cold, shaking and all, so I just went in and bummed around the back of the store to see if I could get somebody. The only people that were coming in we're older guys, like thirties and up, that were stopping in to get a doughnut and coke or something before work. There wasn't much use in even trying to trying to ask them. You see, older guys never never want to buy you a pack because they feel like they have to be role models or some shit like that. If there's anything I've learned in this life, it's that this past generation, your fathers' uncles' are not your role models. You can't learn hardly anything from them. Anyways, what you have to do to get somebody to buy something is to look for somebody that looks pretty young. Like somebody 18 or 19 that just graduated high school. They'll usually do it, if they aren't assholes.
So I was standing there all nonchalant, waiting for a young guy to walk back, when I saw this guy that looked about the right age. I later found out that his name was Johnny.
I waited for him to look over at me before I asked him. I said,"Hey, come here. You think you could help me out?" He looked kind of annoyed when he walked over to me.
"Whaduya need, kid?"
I don't have my license on me at the moment, and I really need a pack of smoked for work today", I told him. I pulled some loose bills out of my pocket. "Here, eight bucks, you can keep the change."
He didn't say anything for a second, like he was thinking, but he took the money. "Which ones you want, kid?", he said. I could tell that he knew I was underage.
"Some Marlboro lights, 72's or 100's, whatever they have," I told him. I got a funny nervous feeling. Call it a premonition if you want, but I knew something bad was going to happen.
He walked to the counter and I motioned with my hand that I'd be outside. I leaned against the concrete wall and looked Into the parking lot. It was empty, gas pumps and all, except for the occasional cars that would ride by on the highway. I figured most people were probably at work by now. After a minute or two, Johnny stepped out side and handed me a brown paper bag. I told him thanks and watched him get in his car. He didn't do anything for a second, just looking at me laughing. I reached into the bag and pulled out a pack of gum. Johnny pulled out really fast, flipping me off. I started to chase him but picked up a rock that was by my feet and threw it at his car. It hit the back glass, creating about a thousands little fractures that looked like a spider web. He got out of the car and chased me around to the back of the building. You could probably call what happens next the climax of my life.
Johnny caught me and threw me onto the concrete. Before I could get up, he started kicking me in the face and stomach, alternative between blows. Blood came out of my mouth and nose, tricking down my face and pooling around where my cheek met the cement. Then suddenly, he stopped. I reached for the knife I kept in my pocket and opened it, holding it to my side out of view. I really had no intention of using it.
In the time that Johnny had stopped kicking my, he'd lit a cigarette.
"You still want a smoke, kid", he said," you still want one?"
He reached down to put the cigarette in my mouth and I spat in his face. Johnny look me in the eyes and whispered the words "you fucked up". He put his knee with all of his weight on my chest, and held my face forward by my chin. Johnny pushed the burning end of the cigarette towards my right eye. I started to scream, but his hand went over my mouth before I could make any noise. He was going to blind me. I closed my eye at the last second and the cigarette burned through my eyelid. Without thinking, I brought my left arm up with the knife, and sent it into the side of Johnny's neck.
And that brings us to now. I've been hiding out for a few months now and they've almost given up on finding me. Most people think we were both killed by the same person, only they haven't found me, and I'm not dead. I'm not too sure what to do next, but I could really use a smoke.
Thoughts? Suggestion?
It had been one of those mornings where everything seemed to piss me off and, because of that, I pissed everyone else off too. I mean, it wasn't their fault, but nobody tried to do anything to make the situation better. It's not like they could have changed what happened that day, but I wish they would have tried.
I ended up pissing off my mom really early that morning, so I decided to leave before I could say anything I'd regret. I know she thought that I was going to school, but I didn't have the slightest intention of going. I'd just get more pissed and get myself into trouble. That's my problem. With most people, they get in a shit mood and they go and hang out with people and forget about everything, but with me, I just get more pissed than before. I figured, instead of going to school with everybody, I'd just spend the day to myself to cool off. It wasn't like they'd call home or anything, because my mom let me skip a lot when I had decent grades and they were used to my absences. School was about to let out for Christmas break in a few days, and we wouldn't be doing too much. I think there were only three days left. Shit, I don't know if it was the 16th or the 17th that day, but the point is that I couldn't find fault in skipping that day. Especially with the state of mind I was in.
The first thing I did when I left my house was light a smoke. Yeah, I know, bad for my health and all, but at the moment, I couple years off my life didn't sound that bad. It still doesn't. My nerves had really needed it too, because I'd felt like I was going to snap and jump off a bridge or something. I get that feeling a lot more now. I wouldn't do it, but I still get the feeling. Anyways, I walked and took big drags off the cigarette, holding the smoke in until it leaked out of my nose and the corners of my mouth. I ended up spacing out and not paying attention to how fast the smoke was burning and it smoldered through the filter and to my lips. I started cussing like a madman, jumping around, licking my lips and all. Its kind of funny, really, but I was too mad to find the humor then.
I pulled the pack out of my front shirt pocket and realized it was empty, which wasn't really that bad of a thing, because I'd needed something to do. I figured that I'd go to the gas station on the corner and see if I could get somebody legal to take a few dollars off me and buy me a pack of Marlboros.
When I got to the gas station, the wind had had picked up and I had gotten really cold, shaking and all, so I just went in and bummed around the back of the store to see if I could get somebody. The only people that were coming in we're older guys, like thirties and up, that were stopping in to get a doughnut and coke or something before work. There wasn't much use in even trying to trying to ask them. You see, older guys never never want to buy you a pack because they feel like they have to be role models or some shit like that. If there's anything I've learned in this life, it's that this past generation, your fathers' uncles' are not your role models. You can't learn hardly anything from them. Anyways, what you have to do to get somebody to buy something is to look for somebody that looks pretty young. Like somebody 18 or 19 that just graduated high school. They'll usually do it, if they aren't assholes.
So I was standing there all nonchalant, waiting for a young guy to walk back, when I saw this guy that looked about the right age. I later found out that his name was Johnny.
I waited for him to look over at me before I asked him. I said,"Hey, come here. You think you could help me out?" He looked kind of annoyed when he walked over to me.
"Whaduya need, kid?"
I don't have my license on me at the moment, and I really need a pack of smoked for work today", I told him. I pulled some loose bills out of my pocket. "Here, eight bucks, you can keep the change."
He didn't say anything for a second, like he was thinking, but he took the money. "Which ones you want, kid?", he said. I could tell that he knew I was underage.
"Some Marlboro lights, 72's or 100's, whatever they have," I told him. I got a funny nervous feeling. Call it a premonition if you want, but I knew something bad was going to happen.
He walked to the counter and I motioned with my hand that I'd be outside. I leaned against the concrete wall and looked Into the parking lot. It was empty, gas pumps and all, except for the occasional cars that would ride by on the highway. I figured most people were probably at work by now. After a minute or two, Johnny stepped out side and handed me a brown paper bag. I told him thanks and watched him get in his car. He didn't do anything for a second, just looking at me laughing. I reached into the bag and pulled out a pack of gum. Johnny pulled out really fast, flipping me off. I started to chase him but picked up a rock that was by my feet and threw it at his car. It hit the back glass, creating about a thousands little fractures that looked like a spider web. He got out of the car and chased me around to the back of the building. You could probably call what happens next the climax of my life.
Johnny caught me and threw me onto the concrete. Before I could get up, he started kicking me in the face and stomach, alternative between blows. Blood came out of my mouth and nose, tricking down my face and pooling around where my cheek met the cement. Then suddenly, he stopped. I reached for the knife I kept in my pocket and opened it, holding it to my side out of view. I really had no intention of using it.
In the time that Johnny had stopped kicking my, he'd lit a cigarette.
"You still want a smoke, kid", he said," you still want one?"
He reached down to put the cigarette in my mouth and I spat in his face. Johnny look me in the eyes and whispered the words "you fucked up". He put his knee with all of his weight on my chest, and held my face forward by my chin. Johnny pushed the burning end of the cigarette towards my right eye. I started to scream, but his hand went over my mouth before I could make any noise. He was going to blind me. I closed my eye at the last second and the cigarette burned through my eyelid. Without thinking, I brought my left arm up with the knife, and sent it into the side of Johnny's neck.
And that brings us to now. I've been hiding out for a few months now and they've almost given up on finding me. Most people think we were both killed by the same person, only they haven't found me, and I'm not dead. I'm not too sure what to do next, but I could really use a smoke.
Thoughts? Suggestion?