A 70's Schitzo

No More Thoughts

The next morning he did exactly what he did the morning before, but a little bit slower for some reason. He got up out of bed and threw himself into the bathroom to hopefully wake himself and get clean at the same time. In the middle of the shower he heard distant yells but couldn't exactly distinguish who it was yelling. So he turned the shower off and tried to listen. "TOONNY!" Clearly it was his father. "YOU ARE 7 MINUTES AWAY FROM BEING LATE FOR THE BUS AND I'M SURE NOT GONNA TAKE YOU TODAY." He quickly jumped out of the shower forgetting that he was soaking wet. He slid halfway across the bathroom into the door hurting his leg. He roughly dried off rubbing the towel on every inch across his body. He limped to his bedroom to put on clothes completely forgetting about brushing his teeth, putting on lotion, or cleaning the bathroom up behind him. What seemed to only take mere seconds actually took four minutes.

He struggled getting down the stairs, but eventually made it. He snatched his backpack from the corner where it will collect dust throughout the remainder of last night and limped in a hurry out the door.  He was outside just in time to see the bus pull away.

"WAAITT! PLEASE!" Tony tried to catch the bus driver's attention and not cause a scene, but by the time he caught his breathe the bus was halfway down the block. He sighed and turned the corner, not paying attention to where he was going, Tony was suddenly knocked down by a weird looking branch sticking out of a tree. He wondered why it was the only branch that looked dead. It pointed in the direction towards a what seemed to be a playground of some kind. He did not understand it at first because he was so focused on getting up and being on time for school. He crossed the street and saw Crenshaw High School on the other side of the large playground. He did not find any harm in cutting through it trying to get to school on time.

Tony felt at peace going through the playground. It had swings, slides of all kinds, and three large kids playing in leaf piles. Tony just kept moving along the walkway as it suddenly became quiet. 

"Look guys. It's the buttwipe." Tony looked around to see where those words were coming from, but he couldn't place the source, so he picked up his pace.

"Yeah, it is, let's go." Jenni lead Billy & Jim up to Tony and pushed him from behind into the pavement. "What are you gonna do now. Spit in my face again? HUH!" Jenni spit on the back of Tony's head. Tony laid flat on his back hoping that they would just kick him in the leg and move along. They didn't though, Jim stomped him out on his back, while Billy punched him in the back of his head and on his back telling him in multiple ways how he should know better than to disrespect his girl; Jenni just kicked him a couple of times until she got tired and went sat on a bench watching the gruesome act of violence. No one noticed how Tony started to bleed from his mouth and nose.

Get up you idiot; fight back. ARE YOU ENJOYING THIS?

"This is it. I can feel it. All my pain, anxiety, thoughts . . . gone. Finally . . . relief," Tony whispered.

"What was that freak?" Billy flipped Tony to see if he would respond. Billy tapped Tony's arm to see if he would at least try to whimper. When his instigating didn't worked he walked over to Jenni.

"Jenni I think we have a problem," Billy whispered in Jenni's ear. She hopped up from the bench and walked over to Tony's body and waved her hand in front of his face

"Get your stuff we have to leave." Jenni smacked Billy in the back of his head. "We don't talk about this at all ok." She walked over to Jim and pushed him away from Tony. They grabbed all of their stuff and fled, leaving Tony there, bleeding.