Moon's Eternity

Chapter 1

                                                                                         ACHILLES

"What do you mean you don't have 5 dollars to give?!" I yell, disgruntled as I tower my body over his.

"L-like what I s-said... I am so-sorry. I really d-don't have anything... I swear!!" the boy stutters back, holding no eye contact whatsoever. 

"hmm..." I stare down at this boy. His glasses slipping down, almost passed the tip of his freckled nose. His shoes are all wet. Probably from all the water I spilt on him earlier finding out he had no money today to give...

"fuck..." I huff under my breath.

"Achilles, what should we do? Let's beat some sense into this twerp. Maybe then he'll learn his place and not lie to us next time." The man standing next to me raises his head high with a smug grin like what he just said what supposed to make me feel better. His short, dirty-blonde hair smells of my dad's old shampoo that would always smell up a whole room for days.

"disgusting..." I place my eyes suddenly back onto the boy shaking with fear below me. I huff again, this time a bit calmer.

"Let's just leave this boy for now," I begin to mutter and slowly walk away, shoving past this boys weak figure. As  I walk down the hallway, I remember something... that boy. He looked so familiar. What was it? I can't quite figure it ou-

"Achilles! What about snack? How the heck am I supposed to fill up before baseball practice this afternoon. My stomach is literally gonna explode, dude." my blonde friend, Jean, runs beside me finishing up his sentence with nearly not enough air to breathe after running to me.

"hmm" I look outside past the window leading to the public garden that our school, Margaret High, seems to love so much that they even make us go out and work on maintaining it after school every Thursday. I have no time for that crap. 

"By the way, Achilles, how did you get that scratch on your left eye? A kid didn't do that, right man? I'm gonna beat them to a pulp if they do tha-

"no." I answer bluntly. 

"oh. well, okay. Jean looking at me, now turning away to see the entrance of our classroom. Room 201.

I sit down by the far window as I stare into the clouds one last time before lecture begins. To be fair, I didn't want to answer my friend with such a cold no. Truth is, this scar was from the knife my dad used when he was drunk, trying to lecture me on how horrible of a son I was. What a geezer. Last night, my mother, as always, was minding her own fucking business in bed that whole night. No hello, not one, "sweetie, how was school?" 

Not one fucking care of my existence.

I am sick of it all. I am sick of being me. Sick of living in that house. 

Just one more year, Achilles. And then, you are off to USC on a full-ride scholarship, meeting new people and finally being the person you have always wanted to be. Ya. The person I have always wanted to be... ha. I know ima' bad person. I know bullying is wrong. But, truth is, I can't help it. Something inside. Something deep within me wants it just so badly. Once I am out of this hell hole. No more. 

no more...

RING...RING....RING...

                                                                                        BERT

"My feet are so wet" I mumble.

squish, squish, squish. 

That boy... that.... bully. So scary... yet... so....

...hurt...