Mr. Cinder -slow updates-

Chapter 2

"So Mr. Cinder, would you like to get together after school and work on the project?" Danny said, (Mr. Prince.) I looked up from my book that I was reading during lunch, "Erm I have to go to the cemetery. Sorry." I quietly say as I look back down at my book, just to have it taken away. I look up at him, I gave him questionable look. "Cemetery huh? Whats there?" he asked with a sad look in his eyes. I just looked down and tried not to cry. I just shook my head and stood up, I quickly grabbed my things, leaving my book with him, and just left the lunch room. I didn't try to deny the fact that the death of my father still hurt, really badly. But i wasn't about to cry in front a complete stranger.

I ran down the hallway, tears running down my face. I quickly dove into the boys bathroom and locked myself in stall. I pulled my knees up to my chest and buried my head in them. I began to cry harder than I ever have before. I heard the bathroom door open, I held my breath. 'Please don't let it be Danny.' I thought to myself as I heard movement.

I stared at the door in fear. Silently hoping that it wouldn't open. I heard a sigh and whoever it was leave the bathroom. I let out the breath I was holding, I continued to sit there just waiting. Making sure it was safe to leave. After a few long minutes I stepped out of the stall. Looking around and seeing nobody I let out a sigh if relief.

I washed my face of the dry tears and left. I only have one more class to go to. As I walked I kept my head down and hood up. I turned the corner and smashed into someone, for the second time today. I groaned as my back it the floor, I looked up and saw Danny on the floor. He seemed to be in a daze, I scrambled to get my things. Once everything was put away I got up and bolted for my class.

I got there eleven minutes before the bell wood ring. I startled Ms. Klastro when I ran into the class. "Oh!" she screamed as she threw up some papers she grading. "S-sorry." I mumbled as I picked them up. "It's okay dear. Who are you?" she asked. That's when it dawned in me, it's still my first day. "Alexander ma'am." I said in a hushed tone. She just smiled, "Okay. Well you can sit anywhere you would like."

I went straight t the back of the classroom and pulled out my math notebook. The rest of the day went by quicker then I thought it would. Once the bell rang I shot up and gathered my things. I ran out of the classroom and headed for the front door.

Once outside I was greeted with cool afternoon air. I began my yearly walk to a corner store to buy flowers and a small cake. Once I got what I needed I started my walk to the cemetery. It only took me thirty minutes to get there from the store.

It doesn't matter how many times I come to the cemetery, my stomach still turns like a carnival ride. I get a lump in my throat that feels like I tried to swallow a softball. As I began my walk up to my parents plot my stomach turns even more, the lump in my throat grows bigger. My hands began clammy.

"Hi momma. Hi papa." I say to the two headstones. I set tulips down for my mom and I set the cake down for my dad. He was never a flower guy. "I started public school this year." I said quietly, holding back my tears. I remove the dead flowers from the vase and put in the fresh ones.

"I still remember the song you sang me momma." I laughed to myself. "I sing it every night." I bowed my head. "Oh papa, the twins are still mean to me. I know you said just give it time. But, how much time?" I asked him the same question when I was eleven.

I opened the cake and put some candles that I bought on it. "Happy birthday momma." I say as I light them. I sit there and quietly sing the birthday song, the wind blows out the candles. I know it's silly to think that it's really her blowing them out. But it helps.

After a few more hours there I decide its time to go back to my prison some call home. I clean up the cake leaving a small piece for my dad. "Goodbye momma and papa. Don't worry, I'll be back soon." I say as I put a hand on each headstone. "I love you." I whisper before I leave.

~ At his house~

"THERE YOU ARE! WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN!" Ana yelled as I walked through the door. "Cemetery." was all I said as I went up to my room. I knew she was yelling at me again, but I didn't hear it, nor did I want to!

I flopped onto my bed and buried my head into the pillow. I began to sob harder then I did before. I wasn't just crying for my parents. I was crying because I hated it here. I hated living in this place. I hated the fact that this bitch named Ana got away with murder. I hate that I have I to get beat up whenever the twins are in a bad mood. I'm crying because Danny has made me confused and hurt.

Just as the finial tear was shed Tyler burst into my room. "STAND THE FUCK UP!" he yelled. I rolled off my bed and stood up. I knew better then to fight him back. Before I could even brace myself his fist collided with my jaw. My head snapped to the right.

He then punched me in the gut, causing me to hold my midsection in pain. He kicked me to the ground and turned me over so I was looking at my ceiling. He straddled me and beat me. He smashed my head onto the floor more times then I could count. He busted my lip, split my eyebrow open. He was going to leave bruises on my stomach, back, and sides.

By the time he was done I was barely awake. I looked around, still on the ground. I saw Justin walk into my room with a cloth. He looked at me with sad eyes. "I'm sorry Alex. This shouldn't be happening to you." he cleaned the blood from my face.

"Justin! Dinner!" Ana yelled from down stairs. He jumped at the sound of her voice, he looked down at me one last time before he got up and left. I managed to pull myself onto my bed. I curled into a ball and cried. I quickly got out of bed and locked my bedroom door.

I cried for a long time. Longer than I did at my fathers funeral. By the time I was done crying I was sleepy. I pulled the blanket up to my chin and curled up. I nuzzled my blanket and closed my sore eyes.

'Sleep child of mine. Oh don't fear the dark. It shall carry you down to sleep. Sleep child of mine. Sleep for you need your strength to carry on tomorrow. Hush child the darkness will carry you down to sleep.' My moms voice rang through my head as feel asleep.