It's Too Late (Septiplier)

5.

~Jack~

I woke up to banging on my door. I rubbed my eyes as I pulled myself out of bed. I stumbled to the door. Before I could open it, my father shouted and banged on the door.

"Open up you son of a bitch! I need you to go to fucking school! I have a fuckin' bitch comin' over so I need all faggots out of the house!"

I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob and pulled the door open, revealing a very unhappy father. He grabbed my arm with an aggressive force and dragged me down the hall, through the living room, and out the front door. He then went back inside and threw my backpack at me from the doorway. Finally, with a scowl, he slammed the door, leaving me out in the cold of morning.

I realized that I still had the clothes I went to sleep in on. My jeans from yesterday, socks and no shoes, and my mothers sweater with a ragged tank-top on underneath it. Everyone is going to laugh at it and worse they could ruin it. I would be devastated if that happens because it's the last thing I have to remember my mother by. I can't just take it off, it's too cold for that and besides they'll make fun of that too.

I slip my backpack on and pulled out my phone to check the time. Surprisingly the phone was still in my pocket from last night. The number that came up on the bright screen surprised me. It was six o'clock in the morning.

I sighed as I started to walk. School didn't start until about an hour from now. I decided I would just walk. Take a break from the insane and have a walk. It's probably early enough that people from my school are still in their houses so I wouldn't have to worry about them more than I already do.

I just dragged my feet slowly as looked around. The streets were mostly empty, occasionally there would be a car that flew past, trying to get to work. The houses that I passed looked much nicer than the one I lived in. They all were tall with flowerbeds lining the fronts and expensive cars parked out in the driveways. It just shows me how unlucky I really am.

For no apparent reason at all, I stopped on the sidewalk and peered into one of the houses. There were lights on and there was a happy family sat around a table eating breakfast, together. This was something that I could never dream of having. I stood there watching the table for the longest time until I noticed that there was an empty chair. As if they were hearing my thoughts, someone walked by the window and into the kitchen. I almost had a heart attack. It was Mark.

I dashed down the sidewalk and out of sight. I was looking into Mark's house. I was looking into the house of the boy I was hoping I could avoid today. I slowed down as I tried to catch my breath. Once I had caught my breath, I realized that I had stopped in front of a park. It was surprisingly small and misused. I decided I would sit on the lonely pair of swings in the park.

I sat on the cold swing, slightly moving back and forth. My feet touched the mulch below me as I sat there. I was holding onto the metal chains that held the swing and I just sat there looking at all the graffiti that littered the park. Then, I closed my eyes and sat there. I only sat there. I did not think about all the horrible things the world has done to me. I did not think about the horrible things that the world still had in store for me. I just sat there and listened to the howling wind.

I don't know how long I was there for. It may have only been two minutes before I felt a presence near me. I slowly opened my eyes. Stood near me was Mark. Then the panic set in. I scrambled out of the swing and tried to run. Before I could get anywhere, he grabbed my wrist. I tried to pull away and he sighed.

"Jack..." he started. With that I stopped pulling. He knew my name.

"I'm sorry." He looked at me with a sad face as he said that.