Thoughts

Chapter 1

"You're just a huge error!"
A hostile, sinewy stranger roars from a distance.

Tears stream down my pale face as I struggle to keep it together. My stomach churns every time I perceive the unknown voices behind me get thunderous.

"You're a disgrace to this world and everyone around you, why don't you just end your life!"
A dissimilar stranger blares.

I feel tempted but refuse to turn around. I know if I do I'll be basically, dead. I proceed with speed-walking, gradually turning into a jog, shortly a sprint. I must escape, the comments the strangers yell maliciously destroy my mind by repeating themselves over and over. It's sending me deranged! I sprint too quickly while lost in thought and trip over uneven ground. My phone flies from my back pocket onto the gravel - but that's the least of my worries.

In terror I rapidly examine behind me, the strangers who are hidden in their hoodies weren't far away, I was their target. It was too late to get back on my feet, fear uncontrollably spread throughout my body and I just couldn't budge, I just watched them approach closer, and closer, and closer... I desperately want to escape but my legs are extremely weary, my phone is also so far out of reach I can't contact anyone either...

"Charge!"
The alpha stranger howls from the top of his lungs, it echoes amongst the cliff-top.

I hurdle into a ball, protecting my head with my thin, frail arms. They brutally stamp on me, and purposely crush my phone. I generally thought this was the end of me. I'm too terrified to do or say anything. The hard-hitting punches my body receive felt like hell. It's truly awful. They're spitting at me numerous amount of times in the most disrespectful manner and I honestly would rather just die right here, right at this very spot. It's surely more preferable than having to experience this! However, a soothing unrevealed voice caught my attention from the nearby woods.

"Leave him be!"
A male figure sprints out from the woods.

Wait- he's heading towards my direction!
I couldn't tell who he was, or why he was here but he's my saviour...

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BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!

"Ugh..."
I deeply sigh, whipping away the tears that had escaped from my eyes while sleeping.

"What a horrendous night..."

I switch over to my left side to turn my extremely loud alarm off. I struggle, but manage to get out of bed.

"Harvey!" My mother calls, "Harvey, you'll be late for school on your first day if you stay up there, get down here!"

Yes, you've heard her correctly, my first day at a new school - great. This has to be my fourth time attending a new school, I'm constantly getting bullied and I'm receiving disgraceful grades because of it. My mother wants the best for me and I totally understand that from her point of view, but I'm gradually giving up hope. Maybe- just maybe, I don't get congratulated with a happy ending. I'm unsure exactly why people harass me, maybe because I'm just an easy target? Maybe because I'm gay? Probably... I don't understand it though, I don't do or say anything to upset anyone or anything,
I mind my own business.

"Harvey, your toast is nearly done!"
My mother calls, once again.

"I'll be there in a second, mother!"
I call back while I drew my curtains aside.
Sunlight beams in my face, I squint.

I vacate my bedroom with a slight yawn and amble down the stairs, heading towards the kitchen where the air is full with delicious smells. I perch on one of the stools surrounding the kitchen island. Plates have already been set and food such as pork sausages, scrambled eggs and chocolate-chip pancakes are scattered like a buffet. Sorry, but no thanks. I'll stick with toast... My dog, Bailey playfully tackles me, frolicking around and awarding me with morning kisses.

"Good morning, honey."
Mother speaks softly, giving a broad smile.

I force a smile back, "Morning."

"How are you feeling? Are you nervous at all?"
My mother waits for a reply, her eyes glinting.

My toast pops up, slightly burnt around the edges (just how I like it, well-done).

"I put a new slice in for you, it wasn't fresh enough."
She grins, although she seems stressed out.

"Please stop trying so hard, I don't need all this food and fanciness... but I'm doing alright, mother. I'm just extremely tired. Last night was quite rough."
I reply, not revealing my hellish dream.

"Go to bed earlier then, hun."
She smirks.

Damn, I wish I could. However my thoughts don't agree, they like to mess me about - especially during nights. I leave my seat and begin to smear butter over the top of my toast, soon after, strawberry jam.

"Harvey, you're quite slow this morning.
You have exactly a minute and a half to get to school!"
My mother becomes agitated, but tries not to show it.

I gaze towards the clock on the wall, 8:44am, my mother is right, I need to get a move on!
I dash upstairs and get changed. I wear a pair of black, skinny ripped jeans and a black top to match with a small adidas symbol printed on it. In a hurry, I scamper to the bathroom and brush my teeth and comb my hair, also spraying a lot of aftershave. I have dark blonde thick hair, my hair is straight but it has some curls at the top, covering my forehead. Sometimes my hair annoys me, but it's turning out pretty decent today. I dash back downstairs.

My mother assists me, grabbing my bag and shoving some pens and pencils in the front pocket. My mother is such a caring person, I adore how supportive she is of me - especially with suffering with depression and anxiety my whole life. I've mastered covering it up, but it still haunts me now and then. As I leave the house my mother waves me off and I begin to fade away in the distance on my bike.