Amnesia

Chapter 4

Dylan got off 3 stops before mine. When my stop finally arrived, the bus was basically empty. There were only 2 other kids on the bus, but they sat up front so I don't need to talk to them.  As I got off the bus, there was a breeze that caught me off guard.

"Hmm. I should get home quickly so I don't get a cold or something like that." I thought to myself. I continued to walk back to my house when I remembered something. 

"Dennis." I said out loud.

I remembered how he threatened me while Dylan and I were getting on the bus. I started running home, hoping to make it there before he caught me. Thankfully he can't run very fast, so if he were to start running after me, I most likely would be able to outrun him. I made it home before he got to me, and I walked upstairs to my room so I could go lay down. As I was walking up to my room, I saw my mom on the kitchen watching tv and drinking a beer. She heard me walking up the stairs and yelled,

"PARAGON! GET OVER HERE!" 

She was definitely tipsy. I walked over to the kitchen as calmly as possible. 

"Do you have any idea why I got a text that said you have a C in PE?"

"Uhh, I am not the most athletic person in the world and you know that." I told her calmly.

"DO NOT GIVE ME ATTITUDE YOUNG LADY" She yelled while stumbling over to me.

I started to panic a little. Ever since my father died, she got very emotional when drunk. She hit me once, but she immediately regretted it. She is a nice person, she just has a hard time controlling her emotions. Especially when drunk. 

"I didn't, or at least I didn't mean to"

"DO NOT TALK BACK" She said getting closer.

"S-sorry" I said now expecting to be hit. 

"YOU BETTER BE" She said now raising her hand.

"STOP" I yelled.

She raised her hand to hit me and I panicked. I quickly took off my gloves and put my hands out to protect myself. She moved her hand forward to try and hit me, but she touched my hands and she then suddenly froze. She shook as if she were having a seizure. I immediately took my hand off of her and put my gloves back on. She fell to the ground and was very confused.

"What just happened?" She asked. "Did you just touch me without your gloves? Why on earth would you do that?" 

"You were going to hit me. I did it to defend myself. I am now going to bed." I said as I turned around, leaving my mother in the kitchen.

"I-I'm so sorry. I don't know what got over me." She said.

I ignored her and just continued to walk upstairs to my room. I was upset that she even thought hitting me was an okay idea. Even if she was drunk, she should have known that it was a stupid idea. I sat in my room and thought about what would happen the next day. I thought about Dennis and how much I hated him. He always picked on the weaker kids, and if he didn't pick on them, he would make them be his "friend" and he would use them as a mini "henchman". He would make the kids pick on and bully other people, and when the kid got caught, Dennis wouldn't get in trouble. He sometimes just bullies people on his own though, like with me and other kids. It is a shame to see the weaker kids being manipulated by Dennis. It filled me with rage.

I thought about what Dylan said. 

"Why don't I just erase Dennis's memory? I couldn't care less about getting in trouble. Huh."

But I guess that would be a big risk. I wish i could. It is very hard to refrain myself from touching Dennis. I know if I did touch him, he would beat me up once he regained consciousness and his memory, but it might be worth it. Who knows.

I decided to think about something other than Dennis. I started to think about Dylan. She was an interesting person. She looked almost like a boy. Short black hair, short yet muscular, but she has beautiful blue eyes. I can't get over how brilliant they are. They are such a light shade of blue. They remind me of a sunny afternoon. I am jealous. My eyes are just a normal brown. I then remember when Dennis called her my "little girlfriend". It was annoying, yes, but it made me happy for some reason. I realized what I was thinking about and shook it from my mind. 

 I walked over and plopped myself onto my bed. 

"Ugh, what a day." I said outloud to myself. 

I rolled over and looked out the window by my bed. The window overlooked the city street below. There was also an old tree and some trashcans, other than that, it is was just any other view. I looked at the sky and saw the full moon. It was very bright. It reminded me of Dylan's eyes.

"Ugh. just stop" I said out loud to myself. 

I need to just clear my mind. I get off my bed and walk to my closet to get my pajamas on. I decide to wear my Gorillaz tee-shirt and my sweats. I walk back to my bed and I get in. 

Once again I start thinking about today. I worry about tomorrow and how Dennis will most likely beat me up or take my money. I just hope he doesn't beat up Dylan. Even though she is short, she is muscular, so I bet she could probably take him on in a fight. I finally calm down and begin to yawn. I decide to not worry about it until tomorrow comes. I close my eyes, and drifted off to sleep.