D e n i s.

3: What happened to Denis?

I would sit fiddling with my thumbs, having another breakdown. Jacob had shown my files to the school, I was scared. I didn't like the feeling, I remember it once, when I saw them take her away under a tarp. It ached, like my heart was trying to keep in mad & sad things, making you bizarrely crazy. I could remember so clearly, what the doctors said, my white gown, just like mom. I wanted to scream and cry, but footsteps approached the janitor's closet.

''Kid, what is it this time..? '' the janitor's muffled voice was clear.

''You won't see me for awhile sir, '' I replied, trying to say it in a non- suicidal tone.

''Don't start this Denis, you aren't..''

''I know sir.. I'm not, don't worry. I don't know what will happen, but I'll miss you.''

''What about band son? Science? Art? ''

He was making me think, I think on purpose. I gulped & replied with ''Give it time, Frederick. ''

The foot steps disappeared, and I knew I wasn't getting away with this. It was like Jacob's cue. The door swung open and Jacob grabbed me. I swallowed hard and squinted, Jacob's grip was like someone grabbing their kid's arm away from a pedophile. He began to read the list aloud, and I finally kicked him and ran. Running like there was nothing, running into a field of oil, as if I was the only one immune to it, but making my skin heavier, until I stopped, as that fear broke, waterfalls grew in my eyes and my face that hurt me so much turned red, red like the scars that stuck. The apartment door locked. I looked at dad on the couch, the bottles empty, and that pathetic tv show he watched on. I stumbled to the closet, where my bed and shelves were. Flopping down and taking some Nyquil while getting on my cartooning app. I liked talking to other artists. They made me someone who mattered.
I fell asleep slowly, going into my happy place.

See, nothing matters here, Jacob, gone. Medical records, gone. Bad parents? Well one of them, fixed. Then, I woke up, and my happiness faded. I decided to stay home and talk to the community. I logged on only to see the message that put me in a knot, "We can't talk anymore" despite that, more messages poured through my inbox "Retarded" & "No wonder Lmao ". Everything there was bad, one, just one, in the preview it said "I'm sorry" yet I assumed the worst, and deleted it.