The Life Of A Freak

Chapter 24

"What's wrong?" Harkat asks.

After Darren and Harkat searched for any sign recent life the other four enter the cave.

"So, this is where I was tortured." I point to one of the ropes a sad face washing over me as I remember the endless hours - or what felt like endleas hours - of torment.

I point to a few small died up areas of blood underneath one of the chains, "That's my blood." I try to laugh and make it act like it doesn't bother me...and it works.

"You're deranged!" Debbie yells.

"Why would you say that?" I ask as I turn from the blood splashes over to her.

"It's true, laughing about seeing your own blood on the ground." She says. "I don't understand why you are here, you're not much help."

I growl. "I am more help than you will ever be!"

"But at least I'm not a lunatic!"

I growl. "At least I'm not a useless piece of trash!!"

"Girls calm down." Steve says.

"Calm down?!" Debbie yells at Steve.

Before we can continue fighting and arguing Larten gets too fed up and separates us, pushing me to one area of the cavern and Debbie to the other. It doesn't help...we can both clearly hear each other.

I state down at another pool of blood. I sit down criss-cross in front of it. My eyes begins to water as I stare into the red stained ground. I bite my lip trying to push pasted the tears that were trying to get out.

Before long I'm crying sniffling every few seconds and Steve comes over to comfort me, but I quickly push him away.

The blood I am hunched over..it wasn't my own or Evra's, but rather my brother's. I caused this of him...I caused him to bleed.

Sure, I hate him. Who wouldn't? But...I don't know...I might have killed him. I haven't even thought about it until now - there was a lot of blood here, I guess I didn't notixe before...

The only one capable of comforting me would be Evra or Darren...but Darren is too in love with Debbie...

We all head back up to the surface, smelling of nasty sewer liquids and me tear stained with more on the way.

Darren gave me side hugs as we walked through the sewers. I didn't want this...I don't want him to care about me now that I am crying. He should have done it earlier when I was clearly crying for help...but he made his choice.

When we arrived st the hotel room I took the first shower. I d

It was early morning already when everyone was done showering, I already changed into my school uniform and planned to sleep in through some of my classes.

"Darren, you need to go to school." I say.

"Why?" He asks.

"People think you're dead."

"What?!" He yells. And hurrily changes into his school uniform.

I laugh at his frantic behavior and quickly make his lunch - knowing how hr likes his sandwiches - seeing as he will probably make us late as it is.

He burst out the hotel door, grabbed the sack lunch I was handing him, and sprinted down the hotel off to school.

On my way to school and even at school I felt the stares of many people burning through my skull. Do I still smell like the sewers? I smell my hair and shrug as I remember using enough shampoo to wash the color out of my hair - if it wasn't already gray.