CODE RED (Book 1)

Inflicted apon Me

Inflicted Apon Me- 3

I stepped off the bus and walked onto the side walk, right in front of my house as the bus drove off down the road to the other neighboring homes and subdivisions. I turned my attention back to my house.

I unlocked the door with my key and went inside closing it behind me before I walked into the kitchen to get to the stair case that led up to the bed rooms. It was then that I had noticed the quietness surrounding me. There wasn't a sound to be heard through out the house. If you could count the refrigerator humming with it's motor. Of course it was a very often sight to see the house to be empty with only me in it since my parents worked until late.

Of course I didn't have a problem with it, it gave me time to think and relax myself. Not to mention actually practice my guitar without causing to much of a ruckus.

I looked around into the family room for one last check before I made my way up the dark wooden stairs, hearing them creek under my feet. Once I got into my room I threw off my jacket and backpack before I landed on the bed face first. I thought about my unusual day at school, remembering the strange "new guy" who had pulled me into the janitors closet just to ask me why I had cut myself and why I had punched him earlier in gym. I recalled the strange words he said to me in gym.

"Did he really like me?" I muttered to myself. I felt the tense feeling of heat rising to my face as I thought further about it. He had said "maybe". But then again... what was I thinking? I told myself I didn't have time for stuff like that. Crushing, I mean. . . especially on another guy-

I felt my heart jerk against my chest as I came to realize. I was crushing on Alex Thorne...of all people, why him?! The shock from it left me stunned to realize I was. . . gay. I stared at the wall wide eyed as I thought further about it. I had never noticed this aspect about myself before. Was I really, no- that wasn't like me. I mean I had no problem saying what I thought to other people I was just born blunt, but to admit to myself that I had been into guys this entire time was hard to digest.

I had never really showed any relationship interests in girls, at least when I was younger but as I grew older I obliviously started showing a spark of affection for the male sex, It only shocked me more once I realized I hadn't just gotten into this feeling but I had been absentmindedly liking guys for a long while. More then I had realized.

I pushed back my hair still not believing my own reveling thoughts. After I waited a moment to collect and calm myself I decided to label my interests with Alex to just be a fling, a fling that didn't mean anything.

Sure I liked him now but those feelings were going to diminish in a matter of days. But I couldn't help but to question why I had fallen for Thorne out of all the other guys in school.

He was good looking. Sure. But that didn't feel like the true reason. Was it because he had faced me more times then any other person had ever done in the entire three years I had been enrolled in Weslyn High. Truth be told he had tried to interrogate me twice that day and he had talked to me more then anyone else had in just this one day, usually no one talked to me. He was...different, that must have been the reason why I found feelings for him.

I sincerely stared down at my bandaged wrist only to snap myself out of my daze. I got up and slammed my fist against the wall bringing my forehead against it before closing my eyes. No. I reached up a hand and covered my face with it. What is wrong with me? He's just like every one else. Idiotic class mates who don't give a shit about anyone but themselves or the specific social groups they put themselves into, he could never understand what I'm going through even if I told him the true reasons why I cut myself on purpose. I sighed and walked over to my electric guitar sitting in it's stand. I grabbed the long handle and swung the strap over my head so it hung around my neck.