Story3
Prologue
It's dark, darker than it should be. I used to always try and make it to the light but, it turned out to be so bright, that it blinded me; I long ago stopped trying. Before I was stuck here I considered my self...normal. Well, as normal as one person could be. Fighting against my own mind was something I did a lot. I just never realized that it was a definition of "crazy". Sarah, my shrink said it was normal for someone with my condition. What was this "condition", anyway? Everyday it just a different form of bullshit. I kept digging deeper and deeper, forming my own hell whole. Now here I am, stuck at the bottom; well, mentally. Physically, I'm actually on the grass outside my school ...bleeding to death. By what means you ask? Don't worry I'll get to that soon. Besides being trapped in my own head my whole life. I've been walking this rocky road you call earth. Mother Nature hasn't been so kind either, oh no. She's put plenty of rocks for me to trip over on my path. And I've gotten many scratches and cuts from doing just that. You know what sucks the most? She didn't even bend over and lend me a hand. Hmm some mother...I got real tired of rolling over in the dirt and hearing the old, "You got to pick your self up when your down" shit; so I decided to go down and not come back up. Jumping off the top of my old high school 2 days after my graduation, and hearing my skull crack against the pavement; then rolling into this bug infested brown grass. Seamed suitable at time. But, now that I look back at it. I should have just gotten a fucking gun and pulled the trigger. One, not only was it UN original, but It hurts like hell laying here waiting to die. The damn blood keeps getting in my eyes and clouding my vision. The last thing I want to see before I die is not the color red. I hate the color red, hell pink would be better. This really is quite painful. I wonder how you pass the time while your on you're death bed? How about we remanese about the past couple of months of my life, huh? I bet you're dying to know what the hell made old August want to kill himself. I know I'm dying to tell you. Ha-ha get it...? Okay, enough with my corny jokes. It's a long story so we better get started...
Chapter 1: Rolling with the punches
January 13th 90 days ago...
"Don't you ever in you're miserable fucking life, touch her again!" If I rember correctly, it was her who made the first move. I wasn't going to say that out loud to this 6ft, 250 pound fury enraged guy though. I was already at a disadvantage; I really didn't want anymore shit thrown my way.
"I don't know who you think you are" he spat, "but this is my damn house and you're playing my game!" Now keep in mind while this was happening, two other guys were beating the crap out of me. I'm pretty sure about three seconds ago I heard my nose crack like a fresh bag of pop corn. I mean it's not like I totally deserved this. And green eyes over there, (the girl I was just sucking face with) was a fine piece of work. Curly blonde hair, sharp green eyes, the whole package. And with her throwing herself all over me 10 min's ago was like god giving me a gift, so I didn't stop to ask if she had a boyfriend and such.
The make out session was short and not so sweet, when I was greeted by an angry meat head smashing his skull into mine. Note, don't let your lust cloud your senses. It will be the worst mistake of your life.
"Darren that's enough! Get off him." Shouted green eyes. I looked over and meant eye contact with her for a split second before my head was snapped back in the direction of the "boyfriend".
"Now you listen to me you punk, next time I see you messing with my girl I'm going to punch you so hard in the nuts your ancestors are going to feel it."
"Oh! Soooo original!" I said, with the last speck of fight I had left. He released his grasp and I sunk to the floor huffing and out of breath. Just when I thought it was over I felt his knees come swinging down to meet my crotch. I moaned out, "I thought you said next time." My response was him giving me the finger and strutting off toward the kitchen with his goons.
"Kelly lets go!!!" he barked at green eyes. Kelly nodded in response and ran off with Godzilla. Good rediance I thought. Trying to pick my self off of the floor was so hard, but the need to get the hell out of that house and away from the party, was essential. With minimal wobbling and falling down, I exited -Hall of the dicks-and made it to my bike. I knew I wouldn't be able to drive so I dropped down on the ground and pulled out my cell phone. Let's see who would be available at 2:47 am? My fingers stopped functioning when Jess's name came up. I Dialed and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello..? August", she said sounding tired.
"How'd you know it was me?" I asked in a slurred tone.
"It's 2012, I have caller ID. What do you want?"
"A ride home... I'm drunk, bleeding and I can't drive. Can you help me out?"
She spoke in a prissy voice, "What the hell!?? Why are you bleeding? And whets with the drugs and alcohol"
"No drugs just booze, and I just kissed the wrong set of lips." I said. I then heard a long sigh on the other end and her wrestling out of the sheets.
"Where are you, August?" she asked.
"Robert Knowles party, right down the street from your place. Just look for the place with lots of crazy people running around acting stupid."
I eyed the couple in frount of me. They were obviuosly drunk, red paint was sharp on both their bodie's ad they were both....naked. Weird!!
"Stay! I'll be there is a second." With that she hung up and my head drifted from the ground to the sky. All I could think was, I hope she knows how to ride a bike.
Part 2
"OW?" I yelled.
"Stop moving around and it won't hurt so much!!!!"
Jess was helping me clean up from my altercation with Goku and chi-chi. I really did get the crap beaten out of me, and it was not fun. What was fun though, was seeing Jess freak out when she came to pick me up. "It looks worse than it really is!" I kept telling her; but she just kept freaking out. I swear I saw a tear run from her eyes down her cheek when she was barking at me. Awww how sweet!
"Stop day dreaming and just work with me here! Tilt your head back..."
I did as I was told, and mean't her eyes at the same moment. She was obviously concerned, and it kind of made me happy... I mean it's not like I had anybody else that would care for me. Her coming to pick me up and al was..reasuring. You know? I guess we really were friends..
She cupped her hands around my face and spoke to me sternly,
"All done, but next time you better not get into any type of fight like this. Hell, you I know I worry. Youre like my brother."
I nodded in reply, "Thank you, really." I smiled at her and lifted my self from my sitting position on the toilet. I was reminded that I was only in my boxers when jesse slapped my ass with a rolled up magazine.
I was so shocked and embrassed I just turned over to her like bells were ringing in my ears.
"Go on, get outta here skipper! And no sleeping in my bed, couch for you!" She giggled.
I shook my head in agreement, then walked over to the couch. There was a coke and what looked like a sandwich wrapped in plastic. I chugged the soda and skipped the sandwich. After all I was still a little drunk, and was afriad that it would just come back up.
The couch was comfy when I plopped on it. Jesse had layed a blanket and a pillow out for me which was nice. Just as I was closing my eyes, I heard here strut into the room, and gently place an ice pack on the coffe table.
"Good night,August."she said, quietly.
"Good night,Jesse"
The next thing I remeber a light was shinning bright as hell right in my face.
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