You need therapy

Chapter 6- rewritten!!

Changes occur mainly througout the last part of the chapter.

Chapter 6

(Daniel’s P.O.V. )

1 year ago

“So I guess you heard the news amigo,” my best friend Carlos finally breaks the silence. The blades of rain being thrown into the ground are muted.

“I guess I have,” I monotonously reply holding no emotions in my eye. My friend’s eyebrow is pulled upwards.

“Why are you so calm?” He quizzes me. An arrogant grin is painted on my face. Too bad its artist doesn't share the confidence he delivers into his work.

“Because I have a plan”

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 And that’s how I ended up here. Someone wants my head but he can’t get it. Not for now at least.

I stare at the depressed wall, annoyed that sleep won’t come to me. All I can do is let my ears get drenched by Iron Maiden’s ‘Remember tomorrow.’ Damn I love the music of the 80’s.

Now to many people I resemble the big bad wolf but I’m actually tender and sweet on the inside. I just don’t show that side of me a lot because people usually trample all over it.

The truth is I’m not seventeen like these other kids but nineteen instead. But my name is really Daniel Freeman. Some call me stupid for not changing my name but I say just face the fire because that’s the only way you’ll know if the flames can be extinguish.

Sometimes I wonder why we get thrown into shit that we never wanted to be part of. I mean just being who I am has earned me the luxury suite at the coffin house and I know I’m going to hell. Sorry Satan but I want to have as much sex and tequila before I become your bitch.

I take a drag before exhaling. I grin as I laze my head against the wall. They say smoking is bad for you but they don’t offer you their company to overcome it. Fucking hypocrites!

 At this moment, smoking is my only companion. Cigarettes are the only ones to witness how fucking pathetic I am. They don’t give a shit about me because they know I’ll forfeit to their every command. Sad but true yet I’m going to die soon so why bother countering it.

As I drown in my pathetic plight, I close my eyes and remember what life was a little over a year ago.

I had a buffet to alcohol, tobacco and smoking hot chicks that were ready for me to fuck them. And they were damn good too! But sadly, none of them really cared about me. They offered me their bodies to pleasure me all for a tiny drop of nectar of the high life, which I loathe by the way.

Besides being positive that seventy-five percent of their body was man-made, their shallow morals disgusted me. What kind of a person sells their self-respect for pleasure? A person who has no value that’s who. Ironic isn’t it, I’m condemning the people who do all they can to receive my praise.

That’s why I was so shocked yet drawn in when I first met her. She was the first girl who didn’t let me have my way, well until I unintentionally harassed her. A pity the fool who tries to take advantage of her. I mean my half my skin is black and blue already and I’ve only known her for a week.

Ok enough self-pity. Her spitfire attitude is something I admire honestly. I’ve never met a girl as bold and headstrong as Reina Harper. And short too. You didn’t hear that from me.

 But I can’t fall for her because of so many damn reasons damn it. It sucks because I think she’s the only person who might actually understand me. Yet I still want to get close. I think I’ll be ok as long as I draw myself out before I get sucked in to the deep end.