The screeching sound from the left of me made me jump forward in fear, lying in a puddle of sweat from the long night before. My chest beating repeatedly almost made me fear of how fast it was pumping the blood into my heart, as if it could blow up any moment.Like a bomb.
I turned off my repetative alarm clock and placed my palm against my head, rubbing my temples and closinv my eyes tightly trying to recall the nightmare i had had previously that night.
Wreck wreck wreck boom .
Gone.
My nightmare had consisted of those words whispered to me over and over in a husky but young voice from what sounded like a boy around my age.
I gulped and tumbled out of bed, pulling my oversized shirt off leaving just sweat pants, I walked around my queen sized bed to right infront of my closet, turning to the mirror, i examined myself seeing my bed hair was extreme this morning.
I turned to my door, right behind me and across from my bed, the door had an old Metallica poster.
My eyes dropped to the small opening at the very bottom of the door. The place where i was taught to look through to see if there was any sort of flames, after placing my hand backwards against the wood to see if it was hot or not.
Lights lightly flashed across the slit and i could now make out and hear the football being watched by my father most likely-- the die hard fan.
To be honest, i didn't find football as enjoyable. A bunch of smelly people throwing a pig around didn't seem interesting at all, but to my dad it was different. He'd probably hit me if he heard me disrespect football, or anything he puts under the male stereotype.
I opened my closet door and fetched my black skinny jeans and Green Day shirt, pulling the shirt on over my pitch black hair, then the jeans.
I turned and opened my door with my head hanging lowish and was off to the kitchen,i walked through the hallway which contained my sister's old room and bathroom into the open area with the living room, front and back door, and kitchen, where my mom just so hqppened to be washing the dishes from the night before.
My stomach grumbled hungrily and i walked past her to the drawer with the froot loops.
She looks up at me and i look back at her from the corner of my eye. My mom's stares were creepy, they always scared me. Maybe it was the ebony black color or how wide she could mske them.
" Good, you're up- here " she hands me the towel she used to wash dishes with a plate and pointed to a stack of dirty utensils, cups, and plates, as she hurries away to whatever the hell she does.
I sighed and muttered an ok, beginning to scrub multiple dishes.
We used to have a dishwasher, but we had to sell it because of the money for booze and stupid shit dad didn't actually need.
If i could i would be gone, i would live with my sister, miles away and not be treated like nothing, i would be able to eat my breakfast instead of do chores, i would be acknowledged by my guardian unlike my father who's eyes were plastered to the TV, a beer in his hand at 7:30 AM. Seven fucking thirty AM.
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{ School }
Riding the bus wasn't torture, perhaps the annoying screams from people when the bus driver went over a speed bump a little fast made it living hell. Similar to someone screaming bloddy mary into your ears. That's why i just sat in my empty seat and held my phone close to my ear, listening to Halsey and Twenty One Pilots until if Haley got on or we arrived to hell.
Haley. The second person i came out to, Leah, my sister, being the first who welcomed my sexuality with kindness and understanding. Haley had really been there, the fact that i was the first who came out at Oliver High School, she really stood up for me and my shy nature towards everyone.
I still got weird looks everyday at school even though it was three months ago, my school never let go. Even teachers treated me differently after they found out.
Hurricane by Halsey comes through my phone's speaker and the bus comes to a stop- the stop right before Haley's.
I looked out the window i was lying against and searched for her, for a moment i could'nt see her on the other side of the bushes lined up the whole house, then she walked towards the road for the bus.
I slid my phone off of my cheek and paused spotify as the bus closed its doors and moved forward to Haley.
She wore her usual black skinny jeans with a Guns 'n' Roses Tshirt- her favorite band.
She walked quickly pas the first, second, and third row to the fourth where i sat on the very left, scooching my backpack over for her to sit beside me.
" Morning," She smiled at me and i smiled in return.
She hugged me, like always because she knew her hugs always made people feel better, even if nothing was wrong. But there was something wrong. I couldn't get the nightmare or of my mind. If kept bugging me and i must have shown distraught since before i knew it, Haley was asking me what the master was and if i was okay.
Then the bus stopped. At Filmfare Drive. I sigh as my biggest bully stepped upon the bus, Bart Verner. The bully who with out a doubt made fun of me everyday until Haley stood up for me. I began panicking and felt my chest pounding. I breathed heavily when he passed by our row and smirked down at me.
" Verner! Sitdown!" Our old bus driver was useful for something other than trying to run over fat cats that lied in the road.
" Somethings bothering you Danny, i know it is. You can choose to tell me or I'll get it out of you " she crossed her arms as she always did when she meant something to me. I had to tell her.
" I just had a weird dream-" i explained everything- the voice and the darkness. I told her for my mental safety, not because she told me to.
She stared at the seat and analyzed my dream- the thing she was best at. She stared for a while, until the bus stopped and the driver yelled for us to get up as she opened the doors.
Then Haley snapped her fingers.
" What what?" I asked grabbing my bag as she got up and lead me out of the bus behind other students.
" Hmm well-" she was interrupted by two cheerful voices- Violet and Hayden- my other best friends. Besides the fact they always bug me about getting a boyfriend, ever since coming out, they're pretty cool.
" You are late! " Violet said with a fake frown.
We followed them into the school, the 12th, then 11th, then 10th grade, our grade hall came first, so we had to get to the third hall and lockers in 5 minutes.
" Yes, we've been so bored!" Hayden added, he had natural sad eyes with an exciting personality.
" Oh! And i think I've found your future husband!" Violet screeched and giggled as Haley laughed at my groan.
" No i swear he's the one!!! Hus name is Jordan and he's new and i think i heard that he was bi!!!" She squealed more, along with a little from Hayden.
I nodd. " I think I'mgood right now," but all that was going on in my head is this Jordan kind. I wonder if he's bi... and if I'll have any classes with him.
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