The Tale of Deviants

Chapter One

THERE WAS A complete silence in the small bedroom. Sunshine pass through the thin glasses of the window. The papers glued on the wall start to peel off. Fourteen more minutes and it will be seven hundred in the morning-- time for Ethan Hutchinson to wake up.

          The young man was having a calm and peaceful sleep. He had his back laid on his stiff mattress. An abrupt moan escaped his mouth. His thick eyebrows met each other. He shook his head while mumbling something. Beads of sweat then formed all over his body.

          "No." He whispered.

          He was dreaming of something. And it seems like he was resisting from it. Whatever it is, it has to be bad. He kept on shaking his head and muttering the word 'no'.

          Ethan hysterically made a sudden loud cry as he kick the air with his feet. He sat on his single bed and leaned his back on the headboard. He wrapped his knee with his arms, hugging it. Convulsively did he breathe. His eyes were open wide. He was in a shock.

          His heart was pounding, like a drum being sledgehammered. It's so loud he can hear it himself. Ethan held his breath for a few seconds, closed his eyes, and tried to calm hisself. He let out a sigh eventually.

          He took a look at the wall clock hanging just above his bed. 6:49 A.M., it says.

          He lazily got out of his bedroom and walked through the hallway with his feet bare. He tried to turn the knob of the bathroom door but it was locked from the other side. Surely his mother, Teresa Hutchinson, is inside.

          They only share one bathroom. They do not have their own bathroom on each of their rooms. His mother's pocket, unfortunately, was not lined with gold so they can't afford to rent a bigger and better apartment unit where they could live more comfortably.

          Ethan stood next to the bathroom. He had his muscled arms crossed and his back against a wall. He stared at the mirror across him. His looks resemble a lot his mother's. He has dark brown hair, a pair of eyes that were as brown as hazelnut, well-chiseled nose, and a strong jaw. He absolutely got a strong look for a seventeen year old boy.

          "Hey, honey." Called his mother who just got out of the bathroom. "Go eat your breakfast and take a bath. Just do it a little faster. You don't want to get late at the first day of school." Said Teresa, then she gave her son a pale smile. Ethan just nodded as a response. He doesn't feel like he wanted to speak.

          He and his mother has a good relationship. Why wouldn't they? It's just them his whole life. They've got nothing but theirselves. Ethan has no siblings and he grew up without a father standing by him.

          When he was still young, he often asked Teresa where his father is. But then Teresa would reply with a timid smile, "He's now in heaven."

          And he would ask again, "Do you have a picture of him?" Teresa would answer and reason, "No. I left it in the apartment where we used to live in when you were just a baby."

          He believed all of these, because these are what his mother told him.

          Ethan got in the bathroom for a quick shower. Lukewarm water splashed and dripped in his body, allowing his spirit to rise with the heat vented by his body. Afterwards, he got back in his room and did his daily routine. He wore a plain white shirt, black ripped jeans, and sneakers. He once looked again at his reflection in the mirror, took his backpack in his bed, and left his room.

          At exactly nine o'clock, Ethan arrived at his new school-- the Beaumont College. He is a college freshman, taking up Psychology. There is an arch in the school entrance, engraved in it is the institution's name. Hundreds of people surround him. Most loiter on the garden while some are signing up for clubs.