Oxymoron

CHAPTER 5: Scar

" I would just like to say that once I start I will not stop."

"Start what?"

"You'll see ."

"Okay. Lemme hear it."

"Once upon a time there was a woman named Sandra . Sandra was a good kid but she lived a hard knock life . She had dreams and goals but she never got to them. She wanted to be a nurse. Loved helping other people. Life just did not go that way for her though."

"What do you mean?"

".Basically , Sandra's parents were never there for her when she was growing up. Long story short , Sandra made bad choices.She did every drug you can think of and probably more that you just don't know are out there.Sandra was not the most popular girl in high school . So one day , when a senior football player (Jamie) asked her to go out with him she said yes with no hesitation. They dated for a while. Things were all good. Then it happened. Sandra got knocked up by a high school football player. Nine months later I was born."

"Okay. How old was Sandra?"

"16. Moving on , Lets just say somehow Sandra and Jamie did what they had to do."

"So where does the scar come into all of this?"

"Soon. So growing up my parents had very little money . Mum never finished high school and had to work in a small D.I.Y store. Dad just threw his money away. Never made any good investments. I went to a public school. It was okay but the people in it were not exactly friendly."

"Bummer."

"On my first day there I got in an argument with a cow sized meathead because I sat in 'His seat '. Long story short I got my ass kicked that day. I got shoved in a locker at the end of the day. Spent the night in there . My parents probably had not noticed my absence . That or they were to drunk to care."

"So when did you get out?"

"Lucky for me a janitor heard me screaming till my throat was dry . After about 45 minutes of hastling and bastling they finally figured out who's locker I was in and the combination for the lock."

"How did you fit inside the locker?"

"I was bent . Anyway , That day I decided that silence was safety. Sadly I already made a bad name for myself. A few days later I got beaten up as part of a football team tradition to ease of the stress. I tried to fight back and I paid for it. That day I was walking home , Two guys in hoodies grabbed me. The bigger of the two guys tried to stab me in the arm but I moved my arm. They ran when they saw how quickly I was bleeding. Woke up in my house the next day. It stunk of cigarettes. I had a few bandages on my hand. My arm was in a makeshift sling. "

"Wow."

I burst into laughter.

"Life is a real bitch sometimes. Funny right?"

"Best part of it is all the drama and emotion .Just wonderful isn't it.The tears and heartbreak are honestly the best life has to offer."

For a moment , I stared at the window thinking to myself about how insane the man in my room was . Somehow his insanity was comforting.