The Bad Ones

Tommy

Sticky bleeding

My mom thought I was okay.

She pretended is actually the correct term. She made herself actually believe nothing was wrong with me anymore. I wasn't depressed. I took my happy pills even though I didn't. Every time, she gave me a pill I would pretend to swallow it. The moment I was alone I hid it where the rest were. Mom trusted me. She believed she didn't have to check. She believed I wanted to be better. It never made sense to her when I use to refuse. I would kick and scream. The thought of taking something that could ruin me or make me someone I'm not. Either one sounds miserable to me. She doesn't understand. She will never understand. I am not like the rest. I will never be like the rest. She got stuck with a broken son. I know she hates me. I know I'm hated. I can feel the pressure of her stare when I am anywhere near her. I hear her praying to God at night to being her the same nine year old I use to be before what happened. Before everything went to hell. Before everyone she hated me. The secret we were forced to keep. The secret that made it almost impossible to live with myself. Attempted suicide six times in the past two years. For some reason I can't get it right. I can never get it right. It's like I'm not just a failure at being a son but, I'm also a failure at life. Period. I knew that.

"Tommy? Hello? Wake up!"

I jumped up when I hear the teacher shout my name. I wipe the drool off my cheek and look around to notice everyone including Jamie was looking at me.

Jamie was a cheerleader. A beautiful blonde cheerleader. Getting Jamie could have been easy If I wasn't the person I am. If I wasn't such a monster. If I was someone better.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. I couldn't sleep last night and-" I try to tell him in a quickly frenzy that made every word I was saying sound like gibberish.

"I don't want to excuses. Detention for falling asleep in my class." Mr. Jacksons words were rude as he interrupts me.

It wasn't his class.

I didn't deserve the detention.

His attitude was unnecessary.

A list of things that were wrong with this conversation.

"You give everyone a warning. I have never done anything in this class. I behave and I am on time. You give Carson and her gang warnings all the time. Not once have any of them been really punished." I know I was back talking a teacher but I couldn't fucking help it. It was unfair to receive that detention.

"Don't bring me into this, dweeb." Queen bitch a.k.a Carson says glaring over at me.

You could hear her munching on her gum like a cow as she glared at me.

As usual I ignored her existence.

"Be quiet, Carson. I find you arguing back to be demeaning and quit being disrespectful so why don't I add on to your punishment? Lets say a weeks worth of detention, Tommy." He had a evil smirk on his lips that made my anger boil in the pit of my stomach.

My eyes widen when I hear a weeks worth. He was dead serious. There was no getting out of this. There was no way. Why was he doing this? I was one a good student who got good grades in this class. I don't deserve to get a detention right off the bat when every single person in his class get warnings. That's unfair.