Truth

Hospital Trip

"Come on, Len!" I hear Carrie say, surprisingly close. "You're going to be late." I roll over to see her opening curtains to let light into my room. I flinch from it and attempt to cover my face. I hate Monday's. "Len," I hear her lightly chuckle. She pulls the covers from over my head. "You have to go to school."

I sigh. "I know."

"Good." Her warm smile standing in front of the blinding light. "Hurry up or you won't have time for breakfast." She quickly goes to the door and closes it behind her. I grumble and slowly get to my feet to close the curtains. I'm too tired to have the lights on yet.

I go over to my dresser and grab some clothes and head into the bathroom. I woke up late, but I want to take a quick shower. So I do. After I finish straightening my hair, I go back into my room and grab my backpack. It has whatever I need in it already, or I hope so. At this point I just don't care if it does.

"Thought I'd never see you up and out of your room." Carrie says lightly as she goes to wash her dishes. I see Jennie roll her eyes and mumble something. She always does that. She feels like I'm her mom's favorite or something, but I know that's not true. Jennie is almost twenty now, and is going to college. I was actually relieved when she said she was moving out next month. That sounds horrible of me, but that just reminds me of how close I am to being able to leave. This is my last year of school, my last year before I can be free and go do what I want.

I shrug. "Never thought-" I cut myself off and look a the clock. "Oh sh-"

"Language." Carrie reminds me with an attempted scold. She's never really good at being angry. Jennie flashes me a devilish smirk and I ignore it.

"Don't have time for breakfast," I quickly spill out instead. Thankfully, she let me pass with that one. I don't think I'd be able to keep it down since I knew what was going to happen later.

"Ok, have a good day!" Carrie called cheerfully as I nod in reply, hurrying out the door. I don't mean to be rude to her or anything, I just have a hard time being as happy as she is. I swiftly walk away until the house is out of view. I slow down and catch my breath slowly. I'm horribly out of shape.

I'm not looking forward to going to school, but as soon as I see the building, dread fills me instantly. I hate this place. And not just for its classes. Most of the people in there are just ignorant snobs. But I have to go. I do it more for Carrie than anyone. I'd hate to be the reason such a happy person is disappointed. I am a disappointment, but for some reason, she just accepts me. Probably the only one.

I find myself dragging my feet as I get closer and closer to the doors. If I can somehow making it to class without them noticing... 

"Hey!" That's Kaleb. I can feel myself physically slouch over in an even more uncomfortable and frozen state. I was so close to slipping past them. "Why don't we have a little chat?" He sneers over my shoulder.

I just look at him as his friends take a hold of my arms to lead me. "I'd rather not," I say quietly.

"It speaks!" One of his friends, Damian, laughed. The bell rang as I went through the doors. They were empty. I had to hold back a sigh. I had a feeling I wasn't going to make it to class anytime soon. I was just starting to mentally prepare myself when Damian continued. "I didn't hear what it said though." It. I'm not a him, I'm and it. I guess that's what homophobic douches call me.

After they dragged me through half of the building, they lead me outside. There were these trailers our here that no one used, but the school couldn't afford to take them down. They just sat out there. The place looked creepy, and there's no electricity inside. It's just rundown. Hadn't been used in a while, actually. They stopped using it before Jennie even came here.