Happy pill

35. Back to school

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Next update will be next Monday!

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It was a morning. I looked outside and it was raining a bit. I sighed, and decided to get ready for school. Mike would want me to go school, wouldn't he? I was already late, but I haven't been in school for over 2 weeks so does it actually matter? I guess not.

I got my stuff, and walked downstairs. My dad was in the living room watching TV, and he looked at me.

"You going to school?"

I nodded slightly, sliding my shoes on.

"Great" he nodded back.

**Break**

The first lesson had just ended. Everybody had a quick look at me. How have I been missing that? Note sarcasm there. I frowned, and continued my way to locker. Oh cool, a new note saying 'attention whore'. I ripped it off.

Suddenly, I got nudged against the locker. I turned around.

Josh. My best friend.

"Hey Chaz, haven't seen you in a while. How's Mike doing? Oh right, he's in a coma" Josh laughed.

"Why won't you shut up?" I spitted.

"Because I like to see how you react" he shrugged.

"Or, then you're full of shit you can go flush yourself down the toilet" I pointed the bathroom.

Josh raised his eyebrows. "You're saying back at me?"

"I already did"

"Why are you here anyway? Nobody likes you" Josh scolded.

"At least your mom liked me when I was with her last night" I smiled evilly.

"You bitch!" he yelled and punched my face. I knew I would have black eye, but I didn't give a shit.

"Did that make feel better? Punching me?" I asked.

He didn't answer, he listened.

"You know nothing about me, or my life. Absolutely nothing. Because you know, yesterday my dad almost threw me out of the house. Well, it was better conversation than the million others! Usually he just beats me, throws me down the stairs, or smacks my back with his belt or throws a whiskey bottle in my face. It was full of joy, I saw everything blurry in the next two days. And then I come to school. Get beaten by you, hear hurtful things from you. And then I go back home and get the same treatment. Also, I go through this bullshit 5 times in a week. So now, tell me. Why do you punch me every time you see me, Josh?" I told him, harshly. Everybody watched me with their mouths open.

Josh stuttered something, but not words.

"I'm sorry I don't have time for this. I have a lesson to catch, and then I go home. Where my drunk father is probably waiting for me to beat me. So, have a nice day" I said, pushed him away and began to walk.

I heard some people yell at Josh "What the fuck you've been thinking?!" "Did you know about his dad?" "You're piece of heartless shit!"

I smiled at myself, when those yells didn't stop. Now, he was the bullied one. I left the hallway, when this boy came to talk to me. His name was Rick, or Richard.

"Was that true story?" he asked, walking with me.

"Every word" I said, closing my jacket.

"Oh... Everybody thought it was just a way to get Josh to shut his mouth. It worked anyway" he shrugged.

I stopped. "You know that i use sarcasm everywhere, right? Let's say, I could be abused child. I don't have the best father, but I could be. I'm not the only one Josh is bullying. I just thought, if there is a bullied kid with abusive, drunk.... Asshole parents, Josh should know that" I told him, beginning to walk again.

"Where are you going?" he yelled behind me.

"I'm going home!" I said.

I have no idea what the heck I just did. It looks like I told everybody that I have abusive father. Great going, Chester. My heart was pounding roughly in my chest and I needed to get out. I had to go home.

~~~ Break ~~~

"I'm home!" I yelled, kicking my shoes.

"What? Already?" my dad asked.

"Well, uh. Yeah. I don't wanna be at school right now" I muttered and walked to stairs.

My dad gripped my hand and pulled me back. "Please don't punch me!" I said, covering my face with my hands.

"I'm not gonna punch you. I am trying to be a better father" he told me. "What happened?"

I breathed deep, and let my hands go down. "Josh happened" I sighed.

"Did he punch you?!" my dad asked, almost shocked.

"It wasn't the first. He's been punching me, bullying me, all that shit whole this semester" I said, crossing my arms around my chest.

"Oh lord, i'm going to call your principal about this" he said, walking to kitchen.

"Dad, why do you care?" I leaned on the door frame.

"You tried to kill yourself. You were in a car accident, where you almost died. I didn't see how precious you are before the suicide attempt, and now the car accident. I feel horrible, but i'm trying to be a better father" he said, looking ashamed.

"Does this mean you let me live in this house peacefully even though i am 'a faggot'?" I growled.

"Chester, you're not faggot. You're just homosexual... I guess you didn't choose that"

I smiled a bit.

My dad began to deal the number, so I said "I go see Mike, I have nothing else to do"

As I left the house, a big smile came across my face. Does this mean my dad finally accepts me as gay? It sounded like it. I hope he is serious about trying to be better father. Though, it doesn't change the things he has done to me... Made me cry, broken my bones, made me try to commit suicide... But it can change my future. And that is important.

~~ At hospital ~~

I was sitting in the chair, looking at Mike. I sighed. "I wish you'd already be awake. I miss you"

A tear feel down on my cheek, but I wiped it off. The most scary thing what I can think of, that he won't wake up. That can actually happen, no one can know when he's going to wake up.

"I wish you could hear me" I muttered. "My dad said sorry today, I think he's serious this time. I think he accepts that i'm gay. I thought you should know that, even though i'm not sure if you can hear me" I chuckled at myself.

After 30 minutes just watching him sleep, I left to catch the bus. I sat down, sighing. The bus continued to go, and I picked my phone and went to the photo gallery. I opened the photo Mike took of us months ago. He was smiling.

God, I miss him.