Forgetting Cynthia

Insight

'I'm walking a wire feels like a thousand ways I could fall, to want is to buy but to live is to die and I cant take it all. When everything is said and done I wont have one thing left. What happened to everything I have ever known?' -Ticket to Heaven, 3 doors down

Im not quite sure how this all started. So lets start from the beginning. 

Fresh out of my junior year of highschool.

I walked up the steps to Rhodric Miller High school for the prestige. In Madison Wisconsin. The last day until we all got out for break 6 months this year for summer. We have and every other year summer. Which means one year there is no ending of school at all. Then the year after that theres an entire two summers worth of personal days. Rhodric miller is a co ed school but with seperate campuses for each of the genders to stop distractions. And by prestige it does not mean smart it means rich. I walked into the solid maple doors with my dr.dre's over my ears. People around me started to whisper, and take steps back as I walk past. The jostled halls filled with teens, girls in pink and jocks with their hair spiked. The tile was a dark ugly dreary green the walls were the dsrk crimson brick. The lockers are inside of the brick and take on the same mossy color as the floor. The smells of cotton candy perfume and the bleach used to clean the floor clings to the morning. My heavy rock drowns out all other sounds. Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned around fast to see a girl, average with blonde hair and ugly hazel eyes. The ugly kind of hazel with blue yellow and brown. I removed the headphones to immediately be hit with the wave of hundreds talking at once.

"Hi, umm I'm new could you show me around?" the girl asked clenching to her skirt biting her lip and her eyes looking anywhere but on me.

"Go ask someone else." I smoothly replied.

" But why?" she asked confused.  

" I don't like to be annoyed now fuck off." I said angrily.

The bell rang and everyone started towards their classes. Last day or not, I don't like to be early. I slowly walked down the halls and thought about the girl. Why would someone be new in the last day of school? She is stupid. I answered my own question. The day started with being late to calculous, a college course im taking. Then before I went out for a drag, I was in advanced foreign languages. French spanish chinese and portugese just make me mad. Not to mention that I was extremely dyslexic. After coming back from the store with monster I had technologies 3. Then the last class of the day was literature.

"I dont understand why everyone thinks that he is so tough. I bet he is just a fu**ing pussy" one of the stupider of the jocks said loudly.

"shut the hell up back there Mr. I cant pass 1.5 and im two years past puberty." I replied cooly. Hot blood cool mind.

" what the hells that supposed to mean sh*thead?" the guy yelled.

He was about N inch over my 5'11" more square in the shoulders and stocky with blonde hair.

"Didn't I just tellllllllll you to shut the Fuck up?" i said and eyed him.

He got mad. "dont go for him man, tylers psychotic. Just let it go." one of his friends cooned.

The girls in the classroom quieted and even the teacher left the room after she observed the situation. The mad guy stood up. I stayed seated.

He came up to me strongly. "stand up like a f****ng man" he said.

I grinned demonicly.i stood up. He punched me across the face. I did not budge. The whole class gasped. He punched me in the abdomin. I kept my perfect standing composure.

"the fuhhk?" he asked. I smiled at him.

"are you liking this because I sure as hell am, come at me some more." i taunted throwing my head back in laughter.

"dont do it." his friend warned again.

He came at me with torso punches uppercuts and more jawline punches. I stayed standing hardly moving the whole time.

"my turn" i said hardly audible.

His eyes grew wide and a look of mortal fear placed itself on his face. I was behind him in a blink. I pulled his head back and put a small cut from the back of his ear to the middle of his neck with a switch blade i had in my sleeve. But i was fast and he hadnt even felt the cut yet when i grabbed him by his collar threw him down and kicked him through about six rows of desks. I caught up gripped his neck and slammed him into the brickwall against the chalkboard. Breaking it. Choking him with one hand I grabbed his right hand with my free hand and squeezed. Breaking all of his metacarpals. He let out a terroizing scream. The whole Classroom cringed. He soon blacked out and I went to my desk and sat down after it queited for ten minutes the teacher walked back in completely ignoring the scene of the classroom. Stepping over the unconsciois boy on the floor.

"Did you kill him?" she whispered.

I snorted, smiled and then left the classroom throwing a maybe before the doors shut. The teachers are used to it. And theres nothing any of them can do. Then i walked to my car and headed northwest, towards oregon.

Towards the ocean.

Tired of the city scene.