Twisted

Chapter 7

Chapter Seven:

Bell View high school

Skipping his first period class Micah sat in the schools parking lot sketching a drawing.

Drawing was something that calmed him so he did it often.

This morning he over heard Jess talking to his grandparents about them visiting. Of course Jess didn't think it was a good idea but knowing his grandparents they'd come anyway.

Micah hadn't seen them since his parents funeral and he would've rather kept it that way. It was his grandma who pushed for him to be treated in the first place. She didn't want the likes of a child like him in her home. She was convinced he was possessed with evil. She often called him the spawn of Satan.

Micah didn't blame her for it though he knew she was still angry about him setting her house on fire that one time. He just hated she made it out without any burns or better yet dead. He couldn't stand her.

Now his grandpa on the other hand was weak and followed behind his grandma like a lost dog. That was right up her ally she loved controlling stuff. The fact that she couldn't control Micah really set her off though.

They're trying to take you away from Jess. Trying to put you back in that place.

"Jess won't let them." He mumbled to himself responding to the voice in his head.

Why wouldn't she? Look how long it too for her to step in.

The voice was merely his own conscience that made his thought process veer off track. The voice often coerced him to do slot of the things he did when he was no longer in control. 

"She was away at school she couldn't get me then." Micah said refusing to let the voice manipulate his perception of Jess. "She's not like them. She cares about me. She always has."

You're being weak. They're setting you up. She doesn't care, none of them care. Your parents acted like they cared once too Micah and look what you did to them. And let's not forget about poor little Mel.

Dropping his pencil Micah pounded his fist against his head repeatedly trying to shut the voice up. "Shut up! Shut up!" He screamed pulling at his hair.

Finally stopping his chest rose up and down as he slammed his fist into the steering wheel.

Huffing and puffing trying to level out his breathing he covered his face with his hands.

"You made me do it." Micah said in a low voice.

But I'm you Micah.

Shaking his head no Micah opened his glove compartment pulling out a bag of weed. He'd found the stash in Jess's medicine cabinet.

She's getting to close Micah. You know what can happen when they get too close.

Ignoring the voice he opened his arm rest and pulled out a package of swisher sweets he got from a nearby corner store. 

Using his sketch pad as a table he pulled one of the cigarillos out and bust it open before he emptied its contents.

Opening his car door he dumped the content out not caring that he was on school grounds.

Closing the door back continued preparing so that he could smoke his blunt.

Finally getting it rolled he placed it to his lips looking around for his lighter.

Remembering it was in his back pocket he lifted up reaching into his back pants pocket and retrieving the lighter.

Taking a deep breath he lit the blunt before taking a long puff and closing his eyes. Exhaling he blew out the smoke through his mouth letting the car get foggy.