Hey guys, here's a new story. And if any of you read the 6 weeks story, my computer wiped it all ;( So, I'll see how you like this one and start posting this but I will try and carry on six weeks, I promise. Well, enjoy this story. I really got into it :)
I ran into my room in a fit of rage, snarling. My hands bunched into fists I punched the wall over and over, causing more dents and holes. The plaster fell around my bleeding knuckles. My floor was dusty, from the day before. I spun around and attacked my bed next, pulling the covers and sheets off until it was just a mattress. I kicked at it and then tugged that off too. I could hear my mum screaming at me from downstairs, pleading with me to calm down. My baby sister, Chloe, was crying. I grabbed my stereo next and ripped it from the wall, hurling it across the trashed room. I felt the adreniline rush through me, the anger and heat rising through my body. My heart pumped faster and and sweat poured down my face. More screams from down stairs, more panic stricken cries. I knew she couldn't control me, she had no guts. She lost all of her control when dad left. My lip curled up at his name, that sleezy bastard. He meant nothing to me, he caused all of this. He caused my mum's mental break down, he caused my anger, my depression. He caused fucking EVERYTHING! With a scream of anger I sent my desk flying across my room. It crashed into my wardrobe and broke it into splinters. There was nothing anyone could do now, I was wild. I was no longer some mechanical good kid, I was a disaster. I was the devil's worst nightmare. I could never have been a hero, I couldn't have even been there for my mum. I collapsed then, exhaustion and depression creeping up on me. It was like this everyday, every night. I come home angry, I come home raging. My mum can't keep up, she has a baby to look after. As if on cue, Chloe started crying again. I could hear my mum sobbing too, but I couldn't bring myself to get up and comfort her. I had given up, I could never push away the fear my dad leaving had left inside of her. It was that that broke me even more everyday, the fact she felt pain, she cried, and he had lied. There was never any love there, ever. I hear her scream at night and I'm too selfish to go and help her. My sister cries everyday, and I'm too self-centered to hold her. We're all broken spirit, desperate for love and attention, something nobody can ever give to us again.
It's the next morning, and it's the same routine. Chloe crying, mum desperatly trying to quiten her down. Me? I'm just passing through, like a traveller on Route 66, alone and uncaring. I left immediatly after I got dressed, a whole hour before school starts. Not that I plan to go, I haven't showed up there for months. Not since they labelled me as a 'problem child' and sent me to stupid classes for dumbasses. Walking round the corner, I saw the small shop that I always went to. Walking in, I grabbed a can of Monster and slammed it on the counter. The cashier jumped, but tried to be polite. "Hello Danny." She faked a smile but I could see the goosebumps rising up on her arms. Everyone was scared of me, even the older teenagers. I'm fifteen and the hardest 19 year old around shakes at my name. That's how bad I've gotten. I ignored her smile and said the same thing I said to her everyday. "Look, I aint here for chitchat and I'm not staying. Now just take my money and let me leave." Chucking my change at her, I grabbed my can and walked out. She didn't dare call out to me. Pushing the flimsy door aside, my trainers hit the street. I opened my Monster and walked down the road towards the skatepark. Not paying attention, I ran straight into some girl. My monster poured all out of the can and splashed straight onto her shirt, which was white. It got in her bouncy brown locks and specks of it danced on her pale, smooth skin. Her mouth dropped open as she looked down at her top. I just scowled and went to push past her when she stopped me, whining. "Excuse me? You just got that sickly energy junk all over my new white shirt, aren't you going to say something?" Turning around, I sneered at her and waved the can in her face. "First of all, this isn't some 'energy junk', it's Monster. Secondly, what do you want me to say? Say Sorry? Well, I'm afraid I don't do sorry's babe." Again, I turned around ready to leave when she grabbed my arm and knocked the can out of my hand. It was my turn to drop my mouth, and I did so, but I quickly turned it into a scowl. She spoke this time, sounding less like a whiny little girl and a bit more mature. "I don't care what it's called, it's still some shitty energy drink, and I don't want you to say sorry. Oh, and also. I'm NOT your babe, so don't call me that." Then, swinging her sticky hair around her shoulders, she let go of my arm and walked off, her hips swaying side to side. I just watched her walk away and then looked at the mess of what had once been my drink on the floor. Sighing and shrugging, I kicked the can and headed to the skatepark.
