Ethereal | TRADLEY

CHAPTER 3: "All scars fade"

Brad
I isolate myself to the people in my school, especially boys. Sometimes, I lie on my bed thinking how stupid I was back then. I have let people abuse me mentally and physically. Cancer causes you sadness, even if you try to deny it, the fact of having it will always have a small sad part on your brain. But in my case, sadness has a huge part on mine. I tried distracting myself with love way back when I knew I have cancer. I'll admit, I'm not straight, but also I'm not gay. I just like entertaining the same gender, I don't want to label it but that's how I feel. Boys would flirt around me, and ofcourse, forcing myself to be happy, I allowed my heart to be open. I was wrong, the only reason why they wanted to be with me is only because of two things: grades or sex. I remember sitting down on a cubicle crying my heart out because I found out the guy I'm going out with is only using me for a chemistry project. Another guy, a varsity jock went out with me because I found out he's math grade is pooping and he has to step up his shit before his grades affect his "ball" career.

The worst one was the guy I went out with the longest, James Mcvey. I dated him for five months. I thought he was different from others, but he made sure that I would really fall hard on him so he can get what he wants. He was so sweet, caring, loving and beautiful, but all of those are bullshit and fake. If you were in my place you would fall for him too. He's tall, slightly tanned, blonde hair and his muscular body is to die for. One time, he asked me to go to his house to help him out on a homework, when I got to his house, he immediately grabbed my arm and locked us on a basement. The smell of alcohol is present on his breath, he's drunk. He started kissing my neck and undressing me. I didn't give in, I tried to fight him, but I was too weak. I pushed him with all force and he slightly stumbled. I said I don't want to do it yet, I am not ready, but he got furious. He grabbed a beer bottle and hit me right on the cheek. He slapped me and said I was worthless. I ran out of this house weeping with a bloody cheek. The beer bottle caused me a small scar on my right cheek. But hey, all scars fade right? Every wound heals. My past relationships wrecked me, it's too hard for me to trust anyone and anything right now.

That is why I isolate myself. I want to be smarter this time. I want to take care of myself first before anyone else. I finished reviewing our topic for math quiz. Ms. Smith handed out our quiz and then we started answering. I finished mine early since I memorized every formula and procedures, good thing my brain didn't fucked up. I scan my surroundings, looks like everyone's having a hard time answering. Despite the slight annoyance I have for my seatmate beside me, I took a quick glance at him. Fuck he's beautiful. His jawline, blond hair, pale skin, tall figure. I snap myself back to reality when Ms. Smith said that the time is over. I have to admit, he's beautifully awkward. But no, I think he's a fuck boy.

Tris
First day in the class of Ms. Smith was hell. Damn that math quiz sure was hard. I don't know if its me or the lesson was just really hard. Anyway, while taking the quiz earlier, I saw curly looking at me. Maybe because he likes seeing his classmates suffering while answering the quiz, he finished early by the way. Ms. Smith collected the quiz, I handed mine to the aisle although I didn't finish answering it. I am a dead man in this quiz.

The bell rang and we left the classroom. A sea of people I do not know filled my eyes, good thing my tall built is an edge to find my way to my next class, chemistry. As I swim myself to my next class through the sea of people, I saw curly, he's leaning his head on his locker. Holding his head with his left hand, he looks like he is in pain. I couldn't get my eyes off him, I continued walking with my eyes locked on him. After a few seconds I lost my sight on him, he's gone. I furrowed my eyebrows as I walk towards his direction. People are starting to get to class because the bell is about to ring. I arrived on his locker and my heart was literally shattered. He's on the floor, unconscious.

What the hell? There were a ton of students on the hallway awhile ago and no one even noticed this little boy on the floor?! My eyes shed a tear as I see foot prints on his body. People really stepped on him? What the fuck. I immediately brought him up and carried him on my arms. I found a student and asked her where is the schol clinic, she told me directions. When we arrived, I hurriedly brought him down on the bed. I called the nurse and she said she'll take care of everything.

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