loveless (salvis)

chapter 1 page 1

Travis's point of view.

Journal log: 1

the school counsellor said this would be 'good for me', so I guess I'll give it a shot.

My name is Travis Phelps. I've lived in nockfell all my live, it isn't the best place on earth but I manage. My father said our family found the town a couple of centuries ago, and he's always reminding me about it.

"You know that we have a big reputation around here, son, we have to keep it up. I can't let you be a disappointment like your mother."

My mom left us when I was 7, and we never heard from her again. Sometimes, I think my father is happy she left. He probably is, but I'm not. I know it's a good thing she left. The abuse was too much for her, and she had to. I wish I had the guts to leave like she did, but I know I can't, and that's that I'll just have to wait until I'm 18 and allowed to move out if he'll even let me knowing my father he won't.

I close my journal, feeling not much different, wondering why this 'should help', but whatever. I sit at my desk thinking about what I should do now, my mind thinking about school (which starts back up tomorrow). School is always a good excuse to get away from my father and home, but there's some.. problems with school, to say the least, I was pretty much failing all my classes last year, and I got suspended at least twice for getting into fights and shit, but at least it's a new year to try and do better I guess. maybe I should sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow.

I stand up and walk over to my bed before falling onto the soft mattress thoughts about school, and dad floods my mind before I drift off.

I wake up from my alarm blasting in my ear, I have it set to the random Samsung alarm because I'm only allowed 'christian music' in the house.

"Uggghhhhhh." I mubble, finding my phone and turning the alarm off. I sit up and check the time.

"7:30 shit." School starts at 8:15. I feel lightheaded as I rush to change and get my stuff before walking downstairs and greeting my father.

"Hello, sir."

"Ah Travis, you're up. The bus will be here soon."

"Okay, father."

Talking with dad has always been awkward, to say the least. I mean, he does abuse me regularly, so that might have something to do with it. I've always tried seeing the good in him, I mean, he's my dad, right? He knows what's best for me, right? Besides, I know that I deserve it.

I zone out completely lost in my thoughts before realizing the bus has pulled up at my house.

I get and try going to my usual spot at the back but realized there's some weird fag kid wearing a mask in my spot??

"Hey! move it freak! this is my spot!"

I shout the kid gets the hint and moves. I sit down feeling slightly more frustrated than I did when I woke up, I turn my head and see the weird kid is sitting with Larry Johnson the other fag of the school. I hold my breath to keep myself from spiting any other hateful remarks their way even if they deserve it for being so sinful.

The bus picks up a few more kids before finally stopping at the school. I impatiently wait for everyone to get off before following.

I get to my locker quickly, trying to get my lock off before turning over and realizing..

"Hey, freak! what are you doing here!"

The weird masked kids locker is about 4 lockers down from mine. Great. It was worse enough having Larry and Todd by me now him!?

The blue haired kid turns to Larry.

"Uhm, Larry? who is that?"

"That's Travis. You'll want to stay away from him, okay?"

"Okay."

Stay away from me my ass! I'm not letting this little fag go unpunished! If Larry thinks I'm gonna be nice, he has another thing coming.

this is short, but whatever

word count 712 (sadly)