I Know Your Secret

House of Monsters & Pain

You got this Sang. Nothing will take this experience and freedom away from you. Nothing will prevent you from absorbing and learning everything you can while you have the chance.

I give myself a mental pat on the back as I gracefully twist and duck between and around the hallways bustling with, sweaty and honestly repulsive, teens. Glancing around, I take note of the dozens of cameras locations. They gleam and stand out against the cracked and vandalized walls and lockers.

Although quite a few of them are hidden.  Quite poorly in my own opinion. Which of course doesn't matter.

Always be aware of your surroundings. Know all exits and entrances. Watch the people and know their patterns.

Well it seems as if the crappy school has decided to take an interest in having security in the school.

Although, it's clear that they don't care all that much about what the actual students are doing. Because by a skim of the kids around me, my eyes catch on a couple leaned up against the faded and dented lockers as they passionately thrust their bodies at each other in repeated motions.

Motions that I soon realize as sex. I can hear the girls screams from here, and I'm across the hall from them.

I force myself not to puke at the sight, repulsed at the veiw I was severely unfortunate to have spotted.

Where is their dignity and self preservation? What happened to self worth?

Then everyone else just walks right on past them as if it's a perfectly acceptable thing to encounter in the middle of the year, on a Friday.

What the heck is wrong with these fricken people?

Now that will be forever burned into my memory along with all the other painful horrors that my brain won't let me forget.

The world needs to hurry up on making that brain bleach. I have a few things I could definitely stand to forget.

I continue making my way around the students, trying to reach homeroom so I can do a quick scan of their syllabus. I'll need to make sure to have the rest of the school years worth of work, completed by the end of next week.

Because I know I won't be able to do alot of homework at home. Mother didn't even want me to come to school this year. But thankfully, father had told her that this would be my last year of being able to learn how to communicate and socialize. The last chance I have to integrate myself into the world.

Which is true. My whole life has been stuck in that stupid mansion that my father, his ex and his wife and kids live in.

Which means double fuck to me.

At one point in life, I know I was a kind, shy and innocent soul. But after years of verbal assault from mother, then taking physical assault soon after meeting mistress..

Chills run down my spine in memory.

I was stripped of everything good about me. Mother beat into my brain while mistress beat into my body. As if that wasn't enough Marie, Logan and Flynn added themselves into the pain and used me as their personal punch bags.

I remember the first night the twins entered my room. They came in with wide gleaming eyes. Their gaze across my body had terrified me, I knew what would happen. And I've been stuck in the same pain just a different year to endure it in.

But father... our relationship was tricky.

I would never call him my hero or dad. More of the man who created me and nurtured me in the simplest ways. His own way.