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[Act IV]: The Chronicles Of The Outsiders.] (& Worthless)

      
  [Worthless] by Trevor(Kyevon)
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I feel hopeless
I feel worthless
I get no rest
At all

Why'm I alive
I should die
Here I lie
And cry

No one cares
I don't matter(x4)

Oh,
I've let everyone down
Oh,
What'll I do now?
Oh,
I've let everyone down
Oh,
I just wanna die now. 
Oh,
Lord, just let me drown.
Oh,
I've let everyone down. .

God, this all makes no sense.
I guess I'm just worthless.
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The week finally was over. It was a pretty basic first week of school. I kept my distance from all the other "two cool" jerks in the classroom. Me and Matthew I guess are friends now. I don't find him as weird anymore, since I've come to realize we actually have a lot in common! We both skate and play video games and stuff. So, that's pretty cool. At least I have someone to talk to. Having no friends wasn't all that pleasant. Me and him were playing on PS4 last night, and it was pretty fun.

Now, it's Saturday morning. I woke up to the smell of bacon. I looked over at the cable box and squinted. As I realized I couldn't make out what time it was, I got up and got my glasses off my dresser. I cleaned them off and put them on, and realized it was 10:30. Hm, my mother should've left for work by now. What's she still doing here?

I left my room, rubbing my eyes. It was a quiet, depressing atmosphere. I like it. Very nostalgic. Also, the rain outside adds on to it. I went downstairs and walked to the kitchen to see my mother on the phone, while cooking.

"Good morning, ma." I said, in a very tired voice. My mother looked at me for a second, waved, and then went back to her conversation.
I rolled my eyes and went to the living room. After searching for the remote for a good 7 minutes, my mother called me. "TREVOR." she yelled from the kitchen. Mind you, the living room is about 10 steps from the kitchen, so why are you screaming?

"Yes mom?" I said.

She didn't respond. That obviously means I have to get up and come to her. I sighed and got up out of the squeaky rocking chair in the living room, and walked to the kitchen.

"Do you just, don't give a fuck about anyone but yourself, or do you have issues hearing and listening? Which is it?" she asked, loudly. I looked at her phone, and she was still in a call. Of course.

"What happened?" I asked. I was actually genuinely confused.

"First off, last night, I'm pretty sure I asked you to wash the dishes. I come downstairs this morning, and the sink is full. Also, I told you to take out this trash, and I had to do that as well because you can't take 5 minutes out of that dumbass fucking video game and put your little phone down to do what I asked. What's wrong with you?" She yelled. She's being ridiculous, try telling her that though.

"Mom, I would've but I fell asleep. I'm sorry." I said.

"I don't wanna' hear you're sorry because you are gonna keep doing it! Just fucking listen to me when I tell you to do something." She said. She got even louder. She sure knows how to put on a show for her little friends.

"Ma, I said I'm sorry. I'll remember next time."
"Yeah, aite' whatever. Get the fuck out of my face, Trevor. I'm sick of this. I have to go to work and come home dealing with your bullshit." She said. I had walked back to the living room by then. From the kitchen...I heard her say "..and I don't give a damn if you have an attitude either. You put this bullshit on yourself. You can pretend you're all sad and depressed like people are bothering you but you just act like you can do whatever the fuck you want, and no one can be mad. I'm over it."

Well, that did it. I got up, and walked back to the kitchen.

"So you're saying you don't believe how I feel? You think this is all just an act,  that I'm stressed out?" I asked. Great, now I gotta' deal with more. Who told me to speak?

"No, I'm saying it's the fact that you get upset when someone tells you that you're doing something wrong, you wanna' act all sad and depressed and get mad as if the the entire world is after you." She said, taking the bacon out of the pan.

"You don't ever think for a second that sometimes you're too harsh, mom?" I asked. We've never had this talk before.

"I can say whatever I want to you, and that's that. If that's a problem, you can leave my house." she said.

Well. Clearly I won this argument. I turned around and walked back upstairs. Almost 5 minutes after I got back in my room, my mother came in.

"Oh yeah," she said, going in her pockets. "I found this."

She took out a folded piece of paper, and threw it to me. I unfolded it, and looked at her confused. It was my Worthless poem I wrote. Did she really rip it out of the notebook our teacher gave us?

"I don't believe any of this." she said. "Don't go around writing shit like this as if I'm in here doing something to you. As much as I've done for you, you think I don't care about you? Alright, fine Trevor, I'll show you what not caring is." She left, slamming my door shut, still talking to herself. I honestly need to get the fuck out of this house. I got up and started getting dressed, while I heard her in the background. I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I didn't care about how my hair looked. I grabbed my phone, and left.

I began to call someone. "Hey, Matthew?? You up?" I said. "Can I come over?"
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Later that afternoon, Matt and I were at his house playing games. We spoke about our moms, and we both pretty much go through the same things. I'm just curious on how his mother accepts what he does. His room looks like Stoner Island. He was even smoking then!

"That's crazy man, you should move out." Matthew said, blowing smoke through his nose. He started laughing after he did it. He looked at me and tried handing me his blunt. "Uhh, no thanks." I said.

"Haha, you're scared." he said. I ignored him, and just kept my focus to the TV. We were playing NBA2K15 and he got mad because he lost again. "See, my team isn't even doing anything!" he yelled. "Play me in 2K12." I started laughing.

"Maybe it's because you spent half the game walking into the hoop?" I said. "Put the weed down, man."

He got up and said "Whatever, man." I just started looking at the expensive looking bongs that were around this guys room. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. Matthew threw his blunt under his bed, and opened the door.
"Oh, hey mom." he said. She just had a straight face.

"So, you have people in my house, smoking weed? Didn't I tell you about smoking in my house?" she yelled. It got awkward quick. "Ma'am, I wasn't smo-" I began to say. She cut me off. "Shut the fuck up, okay? No ones speaking to you, and no one asked for you to speak. Actually, while you're at it, get out of my house." she said. Wow, who pissed in her coffee this morning? Probably Matthew, cause he's weird.

I got up, and began to leave. "Sorry bro, I'll talk to you later okay?" he called from his room.

I didn't respond.
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Wow, very dramatic huh?

But, that's the end of Act IV. How are you enjoying 1NV4D3R$ so far? In Act V, we might be fast forwarded to a later setting.

Thanks for reading, I'll try to get Act V up as soon as I can. 😊😁 -K.T