Trusting Dimensions

An Unconscious Concussion

I just kept walking.

I didn't want to go back to school, much less home. Home was just an excuse for me to leave school. I used "home" as an excuse for many things. Not many people know what "home" means, especially not me. My home was a hell hole and I couldn't stand being in it and school can either be a lot better or even worse some times, but today so far has been torture.

Wednesdays have always been my least favorite day of the week. Sure, there's different ways to think about it, that's why I have mixed feelings about this day. It's the middle of a 5 day school week, and the middle of a 7 day summer week. It's kind of like how people look at a glass of water. It's either half full, or half empty. To me, this week is only half way done, I've still got an entire other half of a week to finish.

Anyways, it seems like I've been walking for miles and miles in this cold pouring rain, but in reality it's only been a couple minutes. I've just left the gym and am walking through the school's back ways. It's not the best idea since this is around where the bad people hang out. They aren't that bad of people, but their actions say otherwise. They can be cruel or nice, you've just gotta figure out what they like and stay on their good side. If not, they'll make sure you'd wished that you would've been more careful.

I was just turning the corner near the cafeteria when I remembered what Hugh told me. It wouldn't surprise me if Jath was still waiting for me there. He didn't care about his classes that much, not as much as me anyways but would he really expect me to skip class just to see him? I don't think so, but who knows? Jath can't be taken too seriously, but he also can't be underestimated. Everyone always thinks highly of him, but not me. I don't respect him, I'm scared of him. Yet, he still considers me a friend. I don't like him though, he tries to take advantage of me, but sometimes.. I wonder if he really does like me...

"No." I shook my head, I can't believe I could've thought such a thing. I couldn't help but to chuckle, laughing at myself for having such thoughts.

Then I felt something, er, well, I didn't feel something actually. Did it stop raining? It was just pouring a second ago, not even. Why am I shivering? Where was I? I zoned out trying to gather my scattered thoughts and trying not to ask so many questions that I knew I could answer just by observing. So there I was, in the cafeteria.

What? When did you get here, Leon? Crap. You need to go, now.

I turned around with my thumbs on my backpack straps and slid them down as I went to open the door with it. The doors are never latched so it was easy for me to push the door open with my backpack, you don't even have to use the 'push me' bar. I think opening it with my back facing it might've been a mistake since I had to turn around and face the, almost empty cafeteria. With my luck, of course Jath and his buddies were there.

"Leon..? Is that you? Hey! Leon! Come over here! I wanna talk with you!"

Jath sounded bubbly and happy to see me.. what was wrong with him? Did Hugh tell him everything everything? Or just the one thing? Either way, I don't want to find out. I slipped through the door that was only partially opened. Something held me back though.

Damn it Leon. I wish you're backpack was as small as you are.

What are you doing anyways? Why'd you bring so much crap to school? Ugh.

Now you're stuck.

I backed up and dropped my backpack then I ran for it. I was surprised that Jath wasn't on my tail yet. Not literally of course. I wish I had a tail though, that'd be pretty neat. I looked back stupidly though to find Jath just hopping over my big backpack that looked like it was voluntarily propping the door open for him and his friends.

How perfect.

I turned back and smacked into a wall.

Even better.

"Ffffffffff-ooowwww.....crap that really huuurrt..." I whined through gritted teeth. Well, not necessarily gritted. My teeth suck. If I clench them, I still have an open bite and an over bite. So in other words, if I clench my only two teeth that touch, my very slightly crooked bottom jaw will show and I can still stick my tongue through my teeth without a problem. The worst part though, is bullies have learned this and have shoved many things into my mouth.

I hate humans. But that means I hate myself. But that's true, but I don't believe it to be true. So I don't hate myself I just hate others. People like them.

I was lost in thought and was apparently unconscious until I woke up and realized I had been picked up and was being carried. I was limp, my whole body dangling like a ragdoll. My head was laying on something, what was this? My eyesight has always been a little blurry and I still need to get my eyes checked, but right now, it was a dozen times worse. The world felt like it was spinning uncontrollably and I couldn't do anything to stop it. I felt whoozy and.... warm? I lifted my head off of the collarbone of the person carrying me.

"W-what's happening? Where are you-" I tried to lift my arm to grab the person's shoulder and pull myself up a little bit but just by doing that, darkness flooded my eyesight. I felt a cold wave effortlessly flow through my whole body and I don't know what happened after that, everything just went black.