I don't belong

I don't belong By Mr.Missunderstood

I've never been a people person, and I'm pretty much alone all the time. People that do talk to me are the doctors that my mother hires because she thinks I'm sick or I have some psychological problem going on.

There have been times that I wondered if I'm even human, other times I think it's just my imagination getting the best of me. But if I'm not human it would explain a lot of things like my memory, habits, and things I'm interested in. also personal things hum.

Last night before I went to bed I realized something, I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner, I been thinking about how to ask my mom for my birth certificate. Maybe I can know for sure or get some explanations.

During class at school the next day I was called down to the principal's office, Mr. Redman said that a student came in and reported that I beat him up after lunch. I denied that I did such a thing but he silenced me and signaled for a teacher out in the hall to bring in the student. When the student and teacher came in I couldn't believe what I saw. The kid's face was bloody up, his nose broke, a black eye, and his arm was in a sling from the nurse's office.

I was sent home and suspended for two weeks. I was furious, I never saw that kid in my life until today, hell I didn't even know his name. But during lunch, there was this kid who shoved me and called me a freak, but I ignored it and sat down and imagined beating the hell out of him.

The next morning I went down to the kitchen and saw mom, I smiled. Good, I wanted to tell her what happened at school, and I wanted to explain my story to her. But when I approached her she wasn't smiling like usual, she was frowning with a letter in her hand. I could tell she has been crying because her make-up and mascara were running.

"Mom, what's wrong?" My mother shot me a look that made me have to take a couple of steps back, the look was of anger, and sadness mixed together and I wasn't expecting it.

What's wrong, what's wrong is that your trouble making yourself got expelled from school!" She yelled at the top of her lungs and her face turned a bright red.

I was confused, how was I expelled? I haven't been in school for a full 24 hours. My mom throws the papers at me and I see the expulsion letter, and I see another letter, but it's not from the school. It's from the army. Out of curiosity I picked it up and read it.

"Dear Mrs. Wilson,

You're son Travis Wilson AKA L.T. Wilson, was killed in action last night while on patrol in Afghan, a sniper came from the tree's and shot the squad and L.T. Wilson was shot in the heart. We are truthfully sorry."

-Secretary of the state.

I dropped the letter and fell to my knees and cried, my mother, noticed and ran to me and started to try and comfort me, feeling so much pain all the electronics in the house started malfunctioning and freaking out. My mom began panicking and yelled for me to calm down and yelled: "Not again!"

I stopped when she said that and noticed the TV was on. It was on a News channel doing a live feed from the foreign country. I felt the anger come back to me and the pain was no longer there but was replaced by hate and rage. I clenched my fists hard and the ground in the TV began to crack the reporter said that a sudden "Earthquake" was happening, I loved the feeling, I felt like I controlled the earth, I clenched my fists harder to the point my knuckles were white. The ground was erupting, and explosions far off in the distance were happening and destroying the country and the ground.

My mother yelled at me and begged for me to stop the whole scene, but it fueled me, even more, when I watched the reaction happening, and I didn't want to stop, I couldn't. It felt amazing, it was like I had this amazing energy to do anything and I do, and I was getting revenge on this country that killed my father.