nefarious3d
April 26th, 2008, 03:08 PM
In a house that looked just like all the others in a suburban town somewhere up north, a lamp flickered on inside of a window. A young man sat on his bed, awoken with a start. Tears flowed down onto his chest from his eyes, which now that they were open revealed their brilliant gray-blue irises. This had been a recurring dream for the past four and a half years of his life, and it always ended the same way. He looked at the clock, it was only 4 a.m. He decided not to go back to bed as it would not serve much purpose as he usually woke up at 5 a.m. anyways to get ready and start the long walk to school.
This young man experienced no friendship at his school. Sneers and laughter was all he ever heard from the kids at his school, never a friendly wave or hello. He was starting to view life as meaningless and an overall bad idea. He wished he had never been born, to save his parents some money and overall expense. Of course their minimalist views on how to raise children might be a cause as to why he was the way he was: depressed and alone. The young man had decided to take his life the next day, Saturday, the day of his schools homecoming dance. Needless to say everyone would be out having a good time, except for him. He didn't really see the point of dances, except for the means for jocks to pick on him more and more. Seeing all the happy couples "dancing" didn't help either.
But something unexpected was to happen before the day was through, something that would change this young mans life for the better.
Friday the 7th, a normal day for Mathias as he woke up at 4 a.m. as he always did, the sight, smell and feel of the dream that had haunted him for four and a half years of his life startling him with the feeling of nausea and a bitter resentment. He always wondered to himself, if this was a something that would actually happen, or not.
Mathias walked towards the door; the cold cement of the basement stinging his toes and heels as though it were ice. Closing the door to his bedroom, he walked towards the bathroom. A normal person would think that a nice hot shower would make you feel better about something, but not Mathias. Drying off he stared at the scars on his arms, wondering whether or not he could ever find someone that could care about him and his past, and not think he was a freak.
Needing a friend with wings to help him take the pain away, he walked over to his bedroom and put on some black boxers, his favorite jeans, and a black t-shirt. His hair was long, black and straight, his skin a pale white. His eyes were a perfect grey-blue, his teeth brilliant white. He cared for his appearance as much as he possibly could. But nobody seemed to care, the teasing and bullying at school would not cease.
But little did he know this day would be entirely unlike the rest. At 6 Mathias grabbed his empty backpack and walked out the backdoor, starting the long and arduous walk to school, three and a half miles. On the way there, a few cars would drive past, their headlights showing the dark figure walking as close to the white line as possible… maybe he would get lucky and get hit by a car. Maybe he would be paralyzed though, and that wouldn't do him any good.
Then the students started driving past, in their nice cars, their bright headlights and horns intimidating Mathias to the point of anger. But he did nothing, he cared not. Today was not his day. Mathias continued to trudge along, one foot in front of the other, his backpack, though empty, seeming to weigh more and more over time. Mathias started to ignore the horns, started to stop seeing the headlights. All he saw was himself, living happily somewhere other than here. Somewhere where people like him were accepted. Sadly that was not the case, and he could not do anything about where he lived anyways.
Mathias walked into the overly large and most likely overly expensive building of Bigmont High School, home of the Bulldogs, to a set of loud raucous laughter. He did not smile, grin, or even acknowledge the fact that anyone or anything was laughing at him, even though he knew they were. Instead Mathias just kept walking until he was at his locker in the junior hall. He was a senior, but he did not care where his locker would be. He wouldn't be socializing with anybody anyways.
As he dialed in his combination, someone shouted "Hey retard! You going to homecoming! I thought not!" And then more laughter that faded into the distance as whoever they were walked away. Mathias thought 'Most likely some of the football players.' .He wasn't going to the dance to protect himself from them, as well as protect himself from himself.
The school day went by slowly, and he finished all of his work in class so he could go back to his empty home and do nothing until the next day when he would complete his saving act. But just after sixth hour, a voice called his name. Not someone calling him retard, or calling him any other derogatory term… no this was someone actually saying his name. He turned around, and saw a perfect looking girl standing there, staring into his eyes. He didn't know her name, nor did he want to. He turned back around and started walking away, but she grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him back around.
"Mathias… That's your name right?" She asked, her dazzling green eyes and brown hair and perfect complexion making him ponder whether or not he should even bother responding as the student body moved out of the high school to go home and get ready for the football game. But this girl didn't care. She was talking to him.
"Yes. That is my name. Why do you care?" he asked. He had no reason to be rude at all, except for the fact that he believed that this girl really did not care at all, or if she did she didn't care enough.
"Because I know what you are going through. I want to be your friend." She said. Now this was weird, he thought. I have been here for about four whole years, and this girl just now started to want to be my friend.
"Why. Don't you understand that people will call you names as well? Don't you know that they will pick on you too?" asked Mathias. He was right, people would, just for hanging out with him. He hadn't gotten to hang out for four years.
"Yes, but nobody knows you. I think that if they did, they would like you just fine." She said. He didn't even know her name. But he didn't care; she was going to be his friend. He was half tempted to walk away, and just ignore it, go back into solitude. But something intrigued him about this girl...
"What is your name?" He asked timidly, almost cautiously.
"Rachel." She responded quickly. She was still staring into his eyes. And then he started to feel something, something new and different. Was it friendship? Was this what he had been craving all those lonely years? Maybe it was, but what if she was a viper. What if she was meaning to hurt Mathias?
Then all of the sudden, gun shots rang out from the hall next them. Mathias ducked and hid, as well as Rachel, but they found them. There were 3-4 madmen in the school, picking off kids at random. They chose Rachel. As Mathias struggled with them to let her go, they shot her, tears running down his cheeks, onto his chest… And then he woke up. It was 4 a.m. and he had to start getting ready for school…
This young man experienced no friendship at his school. Sneers and laughter was all he ever heard from the kids at his school, never a friendly wave or hello. He was starting to view life as meaningless and an overall bad idea. He wished he had never been born, to save his parents some money and overall expense. Of course their minimalist views on how to raise children might be a cause as to why he was the way he was: depressed and alone. The young man had decided to take his life the next day, Saturday, the day of his schools homecoming dance. Needless to say everyone would be out having a good time, except for him. He didn't really see the point of dances, except for the means for jocks to pick on him more and more. Seeing all the happy couples "dancing" didn't help either.
But something unexpected was to happen before the day was through, something that would change this young mans life for the better.
Friday the 7th, a normal day for Mathias as he woke up at 4 a.m. as he always did, the sight, smell and feel of the dream that had haunted him for four and a half years of his life startling him with the feeling of nausea and a bitter resentment. He always wondered to himself, if this was a something that would actually happen, or not.
Mathias walked towards the door; the cold cement of the basement stinging his toes and heels as though it were ice. Closing the door to his bedroom, he walked towards the bathroom. A normal person would think that a nice hot shower would make you feel better about something, but not Mathias. Drying off he stared at the scars on his arms, wondering whether or not he could ever find someone that could care about him and his past, and not think he was a freak.
Needing a friend with wings to help him take the pain away, he walked over to his bedroom and put on some black boxers, his favorite jeans, and a black t-shirt. His hair was long, black and straight, his skin a pale white. His eyes were a perfect grey-blue, his teeth brilliant white. He cared for his appearance as much as he possibly could. But nobody seemed to care, the teasing and bullying at school would not cease.
But little did he know this day would be entirely unlike the rest. At 6 Mathias grabbed his empty backpack and walked out the backdoor, starting the long and arduous walk to school, three and a half miles. On the way there, a few cars would drive past, their headlights showing the dark figure walking as close to the white line as possible… maybe he would get lucky and get hit by a car. Maybe he would be paralyzed though, and that wouldn't do him any good.
Then the students started driving past, in their nice cars, their bright headlights and horns intimidating Mathias to the point of anger. But he did nothing, he cared not. Today was not his day. Mathias continued to trudge along, one foot in front of the other, his backpack, though empty, seeming to weigh more and more over time. Mathias started to ignore the horns, started to stop seeing the headlights. All he saw was himself, living happily somewhere other than here. Somewhere where people like him were accepted. Sadly that was not the case, and he could not do anything about where he lived anyways.
Mathias walked into the overly large and most likely overly expensive building of Bigmont High School, home of the Bulldogs, to a set of loud raucous laughter. He did not smile, grin, or even acknowledge the fact that anyone or anything was laughing at him, even though he knew they were. Instead Mathias just kept walking until he was at his locker in the junior hall. He was a senior, but he did not care where his locker would be. He wouldn't be socializing with anybody anyways.
As he dialed in his combination, someone shouted "Hey retard! You going to homecoming! I thought not!" And then more laughter that faded into the distance as whoever they were walked away. Mathias thought 'Most likely some of the football players.' .He wasn't going to the dance to protect himself from them, as well as protect himself from himself.
The school day went by slowly, and he finished all of his work in class so he could go back to his empty home and do nothing until the next day when he would complete his saving act. But just after sixth hour, a voice called his name. Not someone calling him retard, or calling him any other derogatory term… no this was someone actually saying his name. He turned around, and saw a perfect looking girl standing there, staring into his eyes. He didn't know her name, nor did he want to. He turned back around and started walking away, but she grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him back around.
"Mathias… That's your name right?" She asked, her dazzling green eyes and brown hair and perfect complexion making him ponder whether or not he should even bother responding as the student body moved out of the high school to go home and get ready for the football game. But this girl didn't care. She was talking to him.
"Yes. That is my name. Why do you care?" he asked. He had no reason to be rude at all, except for the fact that he believed that this girl really did not care at all, or if she did she didn't care enough.
"Because I know what you are going through. I want to be your friend." She said. Now this was weird, he thought. I have been here for about four whole years, and this girl just now started to want to be my friend.
"Why. Don't you understand that people will call you names as well? Don't you know that they will pick on you too?" asked Mathias. He was right, people would, just for hanging out with him. He hadn't gotten to hang out for four years.
"Yes, but nobody knows you. I think that if they did, they would like you just fine." She said. He didn't even know her name. But he didn't care; she was going to be his friend. He was half tempted to walk away, and just ignore it, go back into solitude. But something intrigued him about this girl...
"What is your name?" He asked timidly, almost cautiously.
"Rachel." She responded quickly. She was still staring into his eyes. And then he started to feel something, something new and different. Was it friendship? Was this what he had been craving all those lonely years? Maybe it was, but what if she was a viper. What if she was meaning to hurt Mathias?
Then all of the sudden, gun shots rang out from the hall next them. Mathias ducked and hid, as well as Rachel, but they found them. There were 3-4 madmen in the school, picking off kids at random. They chose Rachel. As Mathias struggled with them to let her go, they shot her, tears running down his cheeks, onto his chest… And then he woke up. It was 4 a.m. and he had to start getting ready for school…