Strumming the strings softly, I breathed silently as the sound soothingly run through my ears. It was a magical feeling almost, my sweater sleeves were rolled up,I kept glancing at my fresh cuts and thought to myself, what the fuck is wrong with me?
The pictures that are pinned on the wall were to hard to bare. I couldn't stop thinking about my friends back down there. I stared at the pictures of my first date/dance with Cassandra.
Now that, was a magical moment.
I then hear a knock on my door. I quickly rolled down my sleeves and waited for the person to come in.
"Brady darling. Dinners ready." She said, standing in the door way. I didn't care, I didn't make any eye contact.
She goes to sit on my bed, next to me. "Sweetie, you haven't ate in 4 days. You have to eat something." She said softly.
I continued looking around my room quietly. The room was silent, until the grumble of my stomach interupped. I then look at her with guilt.
"Its your favorite. Salmon with steamed veggies and rice." She smiled softly.
I bit the inside of my cheek then nodded. "I'll be there in a bit I guess." I spoke, watching her step out of my room. Setting my guitar on my sketch desk, where I draw, write, and let my imagination roam free. I left my room, following Payton down the stairs.
I gathered food then walked back up to my room. I heard Payton say "is he alright?"
"He's just going through puberty my dear." Charles said.
That set off my buttons, I then come back down setting my plate on the table with force. "For your fucking information, I'm 17! I've already reached puberty unlike your immature ass, Mr. Winston!" I glared at him, before picking up my plate once again.
Charles stood up and slammed his hands on the table "I do not like the way you talk to me young man!!" He yells as I trotted up the stairs.
"Tell that to my fucking ass." I yelled back, slamming my bedroom door.
Sitting at my desk, I drew and ate my food at the same time. Hearing a light knock on my door. "Brady baby?"
I sighed, drawing my architecture like sketch. Dalilah just comes in, with something in her hand. "brady... I know your upset."
I sat in silence. Dalilah looked at the ground "I.... I brought you something." She set a small metal dog tag on the desk. I picked it up with curiosity.
Looking in both front and back. It had a paw print imprinted on one side, and on the other. "Brady Slyer. June 18th, 1997." I look up at her with confusion.
"Th-that was around your neck, when I found you." She sat on the edge of my desk.
I look at the imprints closely. "Why are you showing me this now?" She had no words. I got up in frustration. I don't know how I feel about this. I am so confused. Where did this come from?
After everyone went to bed. I sat in my room. Looking at the tag, carefully.
No one loves you~~
I let my thoughts drown me, as I stared into the metal tag. Running my tumb over the carvings of my name and birth date. Setting it on my nightstand, I sat on the edge of my bed.
Kill yourself~~
"I'm too young to die." I responded, looking at my scarred wrist. The silence grew over me. For the first time in forever... "I'm scared for my future..." I said softly to myself.
The blanket covered me from head to toe. I was hot, yet cold, so I stuck one leg out. I then feel hands on my stomach shaking me. "Brady... Brady sweetie, its 6:23 your gonna miss the bus". I heard the soft voice of Dalilah.
"Awwe right, cuz I wouldn't want to miss my first day of school in the middle of a semester." I said sarcastically. Bringing my legs up to my chest, facing the wall.
Eventually I got up, walking to the bathroom slowly. I took a quick shower, brushed my teeth, fixed my hair and got dressed.
Wearing my favorite AC/DC shirt, underneath my purple hoodie. Slipping on my red high top converse.
I stood downstairs, waiting for Payton, Because I'm not suppose to "Leave" without her. She came down in a blue dress with black spots on, I rolled my eyes at the sight. "You know its 35 degrees out?" I questioned her. She just ignored me. The walk there wasn't to far, but I enjoyed the scenery, gave me inspiration.
The leaves, red, yellow, and orange, falling softly to the ground. The sky was a light blue with a hint of pink, hardly any clouds. It was just beautiful.
The bus came two minutes after we arrived, there was only 4 other people at the same bus stop. I sat in the middle as a loner, nobody didn't want to sit by the creepy, quiet looking kid. Payton on the other hand, played innocent and sat by the jocks in the back.
The school was big, like really, really big. There must be at least over 2000 students. Then again, its the only high school in this city.
I walked into my first class a bit late, the biology teacher was putting up a life show on bacteria. I could feel all the eyes stare into my soul, as I stood in front of the door. The teacher paused for a moment and smiled, "Ah! You must be Mr. Slyer." As he said that, I nodded. He then gestured me to walk up the to the front of the class, after turning on the lights.
"I am David Peterson, aka Mr. Peterson. And this is my wonderful class." After he spoke, I licked my dry lips and waved at them. I saw the majority of girls that looked interested in me, some not so much. "Class this is Brady Slyer. He just moved to town." He rubbed my shoulder. 'Take a seat please, any seat."
I spotted a seat in the back. I walked to it slowly, feeling watched as well.
This is going to be a long day, I can already tell.
