<The RainBow After The Rainstorm> (LGBTQ/Suicide Book) by Jasmine Davis

~Damien~

~Damien~

    The next morning flew by like a breeze, until of course Jake told me in order to officially be a part of their group, I'd have to prove myself. Show them that I'm actually who I present myself to be, which was confusing for me because most of me liked what I was becoming, and the other absolutely hated it. I decided to go along with all of this, just so I knew that for once I could be known by people. Even walking into school felt like a HollyWood movie, the wind blowing in our hair, the leather on my soon to be jacket sliding through the air, the girls looking at us in awe, and the guys in fear. I felt like someone for once.

    I didn't have a lot of classes with the whole group but most with Jake. He followed me to my locker, which I hadn't used the previous day because I honestly had no idea where it was. I looked onto my combination paper and started turning the knob.

    "Y'Know life would be a lot easier if you just did tricks like this." He tapped the top of my locker twice, once in the center, twice on the bottom. twice on the sides and three times in the middle. My locker sprung open in front of me and I sat there amazed. "I'll teach you later,"

    I stuffed my things into my locker, trying to grab what I needed. The next thing I knew was Quinn walking past me and saying, "Excuse me," then opening his locker. Jake looked at me and we both smirked. He nudged his head toward Quinn and I knew exactly what he was implying. I grabbed the kid and as fast as I could stuffed him inside his own locker, slamming it shut. He started to scream and bang onto it, but Jake and I just walked away onto class like two bad kids.

    When we were let out from our 4th period, we found a teacher helping Quinn out of his locker and his glare told me this wouldn't be the end. I originally had feared that Quinn would tell the principle it was me, but a few days passed and nothing happened.  

    Jake warned me that if I didn't show Quinn some kind of brutal torture, that my fame in this group would end quickly.  I spent all night coming up with silly painful ideas. One thing I did was search the internet for pictures, embarrassing pictures. I edited them to look exactly like Quinn, until there were pictures all over the school of him in granny panties. It was a good laugh, but I knew it wasn't good enough. Quinn hated me by now, I even saw him write some pretty harsh things on my locker, but I just drew arrows that pointed to his locker.  This was a total game, and I loved every moment of it, he threw a shot, and I hit him right back.

    I asked one member of our group, Brandon if he could help me stuff Quinn in a basketball basket. He was a huge tough guy, all tattooed up and muscular. He agreed and Jake stood by and watched. I left a note in Quinn's locker, pretending to be some peppy girl that liked him. He actually fell for it and met me in the dark empty gym at 7 pm.

    "Hello?" He whispered, "Its me....Quinn.." I walked up to him, he didn't see me at all. I took his hand, attaching an electronic bracelet, and then I offered him off to Brandon. Brandon then picked him up and started running, Quinn was startled, continuously asking what was going on. Brandon made a slam dunk, Quinn being the basketball. I heard his moans of pain and help as he plead for someone to let him down. Brandon, Jake, and I slipped through the back door, unseen by anyone.

The next day, we walked into school normally, unsuspicious. Everyone seemed normal, girls light laughs bouncing off the walls, and teachers slowly dragging on, with their morning coffee. The only thing that truly made my insides explode was when the principal walked up to us.

"How you doin' boys? Liking the new school Damien?"

"Yes sir, been welcomin' all these boys."

"Glad to hear it."

I swear he could hear how loud my heartbeat was, but all he did was smile and walk away.

"You've got to calm down Damien."

"I know, I know."

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Later that same day, the whole school piled in the Auditorium for a school assembly. Knowing Quinn would be speaking gave me the perfect opportunity to control him. The bracelet would do it all, in the night, it should've attached to all of his nerves, making him vulnerable. He had a slight sprain in the arms, but looked like it did no damage to him. As I took my seat, I watch him go up to the microphone.

"What did you do?" Jake asked me.

I smiled and say, "You'll see."

Quinn starts talking about how important college is or something and I can see everyone's eyes start to close in boredom. I grab the little silver controller and hide it under my jacket. I press a few combinations and he starts dancing and jumping around like a monkey, then a frog. I'm pleased as I hear laughter from the crowd. He looks unhappy but hilarious. I make him do 80's dance moves and then act out animals. He's gliding across the stage, then slipping and sliding. I'm also laughing my head off as he prances around, now acting out a reindeer. I feel the controller getting hot, so I set it under the seat a few rows above me. Even without me using it, it's still controlling him. Jake looks at me, red in the face from laughing but now in shock.. The principle goes onto the stage and demands for Quinn to stop but he doesn't and eventually knocks the principle off the stage, causing him to break his neck. The controller glitches and makes a tiny explosion above us. Quinn finally stops and hits the stage floor. He starts apologizing to the principle in deep pain, screaming out in agony.

"Get away from me you lunatic!!!" Everyone starts laughing but Quinn just runs off the stage.

Jake looks at me and says, "That was perfect. You're in." He hands me my new leather jacket and smiles big. Tonight we must celebrate.