A Light in the Darkness

Chapter two

A/N: Hey guys! Here's the new chapter. I'm not feeling well so I'm not sure if I'll be able to post next week but I'll surely try!

Chapter two

A few weeks later, on a Friday, I had to drag myself out of bed. I walked across the hall to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. My long, brown hair was everywhere. The one disadvantage of long hair: Extreme bedhead. I looked away from my hair to look at my face. My usual pale blue eyes looked almost grey. It's a trait I've had since birth: my eyes are living mood-stones. They're usually blue when I'm content or happy. They turned a light hazel color when I got angry, and they turned grey when I was feeling upset. I walked back over to my bedroom, grabbed a pair of boxers out of my drawer, and headed to shower. By the time I get back to the bathroom, it's closed and locked. "Maddie, get out of there!" I yelled, pounding on the door. "Go to your own bathroom!"

"But my bathroom is smaller."

"How much space do you need to brush your hair and teeth?"

"I wanted to use your bathroom."

"Yea, well I have to shower so get out!" I hear the lock pop as she opens the door. I glare at her as she leaves then I go in and turn on the water so it starts getting hot. As the water is heating up, I received an email on my phone. I open it. '**Text message received from blocked number. Unblock to receive message on your phone.**' It's probably my ex, I thought to myself. She hasn't tried messaging me in awhile, not since she started dating one of my best friends. She didn't go to my school, thankfully, but her boyfriend did, and ever since they started dating, he turned into a complete prick. I ignored the email, but I can't bring myself to delete it. I may have broken up with her but I had my reasons. I still cared about her, a lot. I mentally slap myself. There's no reason to be thinking about this. It's done and over with.

I get into the shower, wash up, and then I just stand in there. I didn't want to face the day ahead. I trace the fresh scabs on my wrist. I lost it last night. How am I gonna get rid of all the blood on my bedsheets? 'I'll just take them off and hope she doesn't notice,' I say to myself. When I did finally drag myself out of the shower, I go over to the sink. I brush my teeth and do all the other dental hygiene stuff, then head down to the family room. I check the counter for any new bottles. Nope. It's been months since I've had any of my meds. Why would I think she would suddenly get them now? I run back upstairs, grab my bag, wallet, and blue jacket and headed for the door. I don't care how hot it is, I never leave my house without my jacket.

I walked out the front door as I hear the bus approach. Time for another 40-minute bus ride. I hate living in the middle of nowhere. Speaking of, I also hate the way my jacket is catching on the scabs. If I'm not careful, I'll have blood all over my jacket and everyone will know. That's last thing I want to have happen. Especially because I don't remember just how bad the cuts are. Last night was a blur of emotions.

"Good morning," David greets me as I sit down.

"Good morning," I look away, digging in my bag for my earbuds. David said something else, but I didn't hear him because I put my earbuds in and turned away. Next thing I knew, my sister comes back the where I sit and hits me in the head. "What are you doing back here, Maddie?" I ask.

"I need lunch money."

"Why should I give you money?"

"Because I'm your sister?" she replied sarcastically.

"You also take advantage of me. Go away."

"But Nick!"

"No buts. Leave me alone."

She sat on my lap. "But I really need money. Pleaseeee?"

"No! Now go away."

"Fine," she pouts and walks away. I reach into my pocket to grab my phone, and I notice my wallet is missing. I walk to the front of the bus, see Maddie with it in her hands. She was obviously to stupid to think I wouldn't notice and hide it. I grab it and walk back to my seat.

"What was that all about?" David asks.

"Brat took my wallet. I got it back."

"How did she even get close enough to steal your wallet?" the kid in the seat behind me asks in a mocking way.

"Shut up Jeremy, I'm not in the mood," I snap at him.

"Chill dude, it was just a question."

"No, I will not 'chill'," I bark back. "Not everyone is always as high as a kite like you."

"Low blow, asshole."

"Leave him alone, Jeremy," David interjects, coming to my rescue. If this would have gone on much longer, I could have killed him. You see, I have a trait called 'the berzerker gene'. It's part of what causes all my problems. I have uncontrollable rage, and when I get angry, I lose control of my body, helpless to watch in my conscience. Then, once it's over, I black out. I usually have no memory of what happened either. It's the reason I have few friends. We finish the bus ride in silence, and go to our lockers when we get to the school. David's and my lockers are right around the corner from each other, so he's always there for me. When I finally get to my locker, I see the tired Kayla, my locker neighbor, digging in her locker for her books.

"Good morning!" she greets me. She's 5'4" with long dirty blonde, super curly hair. She's also six months older than me, so while I only have my driver's permit, she received her license back in July.

"Good morning, Kayla," I greet back. "Looking forward to your chemistry experiment this morning?"

"Duh! It's the first time we get to play with any fun chemicals," she replies. She's in first year chemistry while I'm in second. That's also how on the first day Mrs. Wilson knew me so well; it's her second time having me. Both Kayla and I have chemistry first period, but I was lucky enough to keep Mrs. Wilson this year.

"We better go soon," I look at the hall clock and remind her. We walk to our classes, which are right next door to each other. After our usual morning routines and such, school went on as usual, and nothing very special happened.

*****

After I got home, I did my work and read on Wattpad, the usual. Surprisingly though, I wasn't complained at like usual. My parents weren't home and Maddie wasn't on the bus, so they must have picked her up from school. It felt strange, but I didn't think much of it. I was glad to have some peace and quiet.