Apples Don't Just Mean School [in process of rewriting]

Stupid Pole

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Emily's POV

I massaged my temples. The loud discotheque music was pounding in my head like sledgehammer. The new generation's music taste sucks. Seriously, this new 'dubstep' and auto-tune or what ever is legitimately just garbled nonsense. Like some sort of weird alien thing. I scowled at the neon lights setting the suspicious-seeming shop fronts alight, and the garishly coloured LED lamps illuminating the streets. Young people milled around, half drunk on beer and adrenaline. I shield away from a leering teenager and scuttled away.

A noisy group of teens was laughing and conversing in language that was littered with vulgarities following almost every word. I blanched at their poor grasp of proper English. I could smell the rancid scent of liquor on their breath as I walked past, some three feet away. I was regretting my decision to reject Jared's offer of driving me home, deciding instead to cut through this sleazy short-cut of questionable reputation. I winced once more at the music. My poor ears are going to bleed...

I flinched at a bunch of friends singing a colourfully-worded song in off-key, slurring tones, obviously drunk as lords. I clenched my fists as I sped past, only relaxing after I had gotten out of horrifying street. I exhaled visibly in relief. A single street lamp lit up the dark alley in front of me. I shivered. The peeling, white-washed walls of the buildings surrounded me, glowing eerily in the ghost of the light emitting from the streets behind me. I ventured forward, peering into the darkness. Suddenly, a gloved hand grabbed me and a cloth was clamped over my mouth. I tried to scream, but the light faded from vision.

Matthew's POV

I was finally, FINALLY discharged from the hospital, along with a notification for a blood test, assorted warnings and a suggestion to consult a couple of psychiatrists - which I declined. I was also reminded not to drink alcohol, which reminded me of the time where I kissed Emily, whist I was drunk. I cringed at the memory. I watched the trees fly past in a flurry of deep greens. I felt the cold glass of the bus window against my cheek. I inhaled in the scent of air freshener. I heard the whispers and the tapping of phones. I tasted blood in my mouth.

I stopped biting my lip. I closed my eyes. I bathed in the bliss of darkness, the feeling of singularity, the tranquility of the void. And the bus jolted forwards. I was abruptly thrown awake - literally - when I slammed into the pole in front. "Oww... Stupid pole," I winced. I swore I could hear some stifled giggles. Argh, now I've embarrassed myself in front of a bus chock full of people! I buried my throbbing face (no doubt with a pole imprint on it in red) in my hands and sat back down again, feeling people's stares prickle at the back of my neck.

Thankfully, the next stop was just outside my apartment. I scrambled out when the doors creaked open. Breathing heavily, I watched the bus shut its doors and wheeze off. God, those passengers there are so... disrespectful! Well, you're the one who made a fool of yourself when you were dozing off. You should have held on tighter! I huffed, a little dramatically and unnecessarily, before lugging my bag up the slope, almost apologetically, to my house. 

Emily's POV

I awoke in my apartment - the one in New York, I mean. I was not tied up, and I was propped comfortably on my sofa. The coffee table had a can of Coke on it, still unopened and cold from the fridge. I stared at my 'captor'. "What. The. HELL. Gwen, Lara, what is your damn problem?" I shrieked. Gwen flashed a bright smile at me, while Lara sighed heavily. "Well... Uhh, we saw you walking around without a ride, and since we are AWESOME FRIENDS, we brought you home!" she explained.

"What the hell! One does not simply freaking kidnap one's friend to bring her home!" I yelled, still silently panicking. Gwendolyn looked puzzled. "You don't?" Lara sighed again. "I was sort of pulled into this... Sorry for making you go nuts with terror, Em," she apologised. I feigned an angry face. "I expected more of you Lara... Okay, I accept your apology. BUT YOU, GWEN... You're dead!" I declared. Lara gave me The Look. "Stop exaggerating..." Oh my God, I just pulled a MATTHEW! Wow...

I grinned. "Okay, fine..." To be honest, the 'kidnapping' was pretty funny, in a sadistic way. Gwen clapped her hands and grabbed the Coke. "Hey!" I protested. "No touch. Mine!" she shot back. I slumped dramatically. "No one loves me anymore," I complained. "Aww, poor Emily," Lara said quietly from the corner. I sniffled, wiping away fake tears and hugging a tissue box to myself. "Meanies," I accused them. "Yeap, we're mean!" Gwen agreed amicably between sips.

Matthew's POV

I was smothered in coos, yells and tears by my parents. "Don't do that to us again!" my mother sobbed. My heartstrings were in a tangled mess, basically. I hated when people cried in front of me: it made me want to cry right beside them. I'm a selfish, selfish IDIOT! So NOW you realise! Your stupid attempt made so many people worry, you idiot! I still want to die though. If I completely die, no one'll be hurt by me again! Oh, my GOD! 

I nodded, and lied. "Sorry... I won't." Then, I was commanded to my room until dinner. I'm not a child anymore. Why do people treat me like a child? I can make my own damn decisions. If I want to freaking die, I will freaking die and NO ONE can stop me. Not even Emily? Umm... I knew that if Em told me to do something, I'd do it, even if I tried to argue back. She could control me with a few words. But she didn't see how I felt. And even if she did, she wouldn't return my affection. No one would.

I collapsed onto my bed, feeling a tear well up. I wiped it away, half-disgusted at myself for being so hopelessly useless. I am useless. I can't do anything. I'm a failure. No one will ever care for me. I won't care for me. I don't care for me. I suck, I will not EVER succeed. The world is better off without me. I'm going to be shunned for the rest of my life. Oh wait, WHAT LIFE? This trash, this rubbish, this mess of idiocy? What a life. And I don't want it anymore.

A/N: :D Hope you enjoyed. R&R!