Koda's Thoughts
[flashback]
It seemed no matter what I did, I was never good enough for my parents. They hated my very existance, I was sure of it. I cleaned and it was never enough. These accusations of my "attitude" that didn't exist in the first place only made me get an attitude. What do you expect?
Then the shit hits the fan. My mom and dad argue with me and we cuss each other. My dad grabs my throat and pushes me against the stove, threatening to break my neck.
"DO IT!" I scream, wanting to die, even if by the hands of the person that was my own flesh and blood. I wanted to die so badly from the lack of appreciation. They never listen to me. Never had anything positive to say about ANYTHING that happened, whether done by me or others. It was a pointless life I realized I was living.
No one was gonna love me.
EVER.
No one would listen.
NO ONE.
Storming out after getting slapped hard in my jaw by that man that calls himself my father, I was determined to leave. Be gone. I walked out of my neighbourhood, down a busy main road, and kept going. Cars were literally inches from me, but I dared them to hit me. A boy about my age walks past me and I half to strain from beating his ass all the way up. But he did nothing to me. So I continue on.
A cop passes, so I try to look normal. It works, he passes. On and on I walk, hoping someone would pick me up and take me with them. Please? I beg, tears in my eyes. If I just hop in someone's car and let them take me where ever, I'll be perfect. Living the good life. Better than this shit.
Blades, cars, people, fire, blood.. anything to get away. I wanted to die right then and there. Storm out in front of an eighteen-wheeler and get smashed into it. A hood ornament on a random man's truck was better than living like the garbage I was convinced I was.
No love, no home, no family.
No one.
Not even myself anymore.
Zach's Thoughts
Koda was devastated. Her eyes watered and she just stood there, motionless. I couldn't tear my eyes from hers, my heart couldn't let that happen. But, just as much as I wanted to console her, I wanted to beat the whole living life out of Andrew.
"Hey man, that's beyond enough." Jesse stepped up to Andrew, making him turn as Koda finally walked to the backroom to get whatever else there was. "You motherfucker. You're going to burn in hell for that you usless peice-of-shit."
"I guess I'll see you there."
Jesse grabbed Andrew's collar and wailed him a good time across his jaw, knocking him to the couch. Jesse crouched over him, laying fists into his face that totally deserved it. On and on and on Jes went without any mercy, no relent. I didn't realize Koda had come back until she stopped and watched the icident occur; her face void of expression until she walked out the door.
"Jesse, we gotta go." Mikey persisted. Our singer kept up the punching. Blood was now flying off of his knuckles.
"JESSE!"
"ALRIGHT!" He yelled back. "Alright." he stepped out from over the boy who groaned and moaned. We all stared, astonished.
"I hope you're happy." Jesse said as he raised a strong stomp over Andrew's crotch. He jolted and fell over himself.
"Let's go." We followed our main man out of the apartment. Before I left, I gave one last look at Koda's ex; his black and blue eyes, bleeding nose, and bloody mouth. I felt no pity for him, only a little sad because he's still alive. I didn't say or do anything, just stepped out and closed the door.
