Whispers in the Dark

Awaking to a Harsh Reality

I awaken to the loud alarm. Getting up out of my bed I walked over to the closet, which would have been easy if my shaggy brown hair didn't cover my eyes. Swiping my fingers through my hair fixed the problem. Grabbing the closest shirt to me and throwing on a pair of pants I headed for the kitchen. Walking down the stairs I listened carefully to see if they were fighting or if it was safe to come down and eat breakfast. Hearing nothing that should concern me I stealthily made it down the stairs only to see my mother unconscious on the floor. "MOM!" I screamed "Oh she's fine son she's just having a nice nap" my dad drunkingly said. I scowled knowing if I dare say one more word I might end up on the floor with her. The thought that lingered in my mind as I cleaned up my mom and bandaged her arm was What if I stood up to my dad. I shook my head at the thought as I knew the outcome would be either a bottle to the head or a fist in the stomach. Glaring at him I walked over to our small grungy kitchen I took the only food that was truly mine out of the cupboard. After taking the cereal out I realized that there were no more of the magical things left that i call bowls. "Hey dad, where are all the bowls?" I asked with a little heat in my voice. "Right here you dumb ass!" he replied slamming a bowl on my head shattering it. I knew that I had to be bleeding as there was a sharp pain on my head as well as a already pounding headache. I grimaced as he raised his hand. He grinned as I flinched and he walked over to the small couch sitting on it. I had never seen such a small couch want to break under anyone's weight but his. I decided that eating out of the box would be the fastest way to eat breakfast so I could make it to school on time. Scrounging everything that I could down I grabbed my bag and left that hell hole.

Heading through the front doors of the highschool I already drew attention as the names I heard called out were all the ones I had been previously called. I searched for my one and only friend Logan. I found him in the locker room getting his usual things out of his locker for his chemistry class. A chemistry book, pencils, a pen, and a bunch of unorganized papers. Logan was blonde and wore tattered clothing, he reminded me of who I was except he didn't have a bad home life. He was jumpy at times but so was I. He glanced over at me and carefully put his books and papers down. "Hey Oliver!" Logan exclaimed, he gave me that nickname for my uncanny ability with bows. "Hey" I replied. We sat there not really knowing what else to say for  a minute. "Hey, looky here! We have a couple of dumb asses standing right infront of our lockers, how bout' we teach you a lesson to not ever do that again!" I heard behind me "SHIT!" Logan whispered as we got shoved against someone's lockers. Ugh popular kids is all I could think before being punched in the face repeatedly. Over and over the back of my head would slam into the locker. "I think they've had enough" a teacher said and then walked away. "Yea lets go" one of the popular kids said. "I'll be back for you later" whispered the popular kid named Chris. They then went on to kick Logan's papers everywhere and then run off. And all Logan had to say was "Well that went well". "You THINK?!" I replied. I checked the perimeter for Chris and his crew but they were way down the hall. Thank God. I went to my locker and got everything out for chemistry class. Sadly me and Logan didn't have the same class but we did next period. Time to survive hell without help. Walking to the class I got the useule callouts, Asshat, Cunt, and Dumbass. That last one set me off because I was very smart in my opinion, straight A's but that was only because I didn't have anyone else to distract me. It wasn't very bad for me though as many times I've had to go the whole year without anyone else but me myself and I. Arriving into the class the teacher stared me down as I took my time unpacking my things from my leather backpack, the only thing my parents ever cared to get me was things for school. Not even clothing was more important to them, and I guess that imprinted on me as I really don't care for clothing as anyone else.  

The class was so boring, it was over in no time while I sat in the back drawing and writing in my journal. Gathering my things I stood up and noticed the eyes on me. "Mr.Clark do you have a moment?" the teacher prompted. I replied "No, I am very sorry but I do not have the time today" as if in response to me moving for the door he blocked it. "Mr. Clark explain yourself! Chris over here says you beat him up this morning in the locker bay!" Really?! Is all I could think as he was the DAMN PERSON WHO BEAT ME UP! This school has no cameras for evidence so all in all I was screwed,boned, there was no other way to put it as if you had enough witnesses then you could get anything you wanted. Can't I just go one hour without having shit thrown at me! "Do you see this bruise on my face? That is from Chris, he is the one who has given this to me while he looks PERFECTLY FINE!" I replied "Don't you raise your voice with me! Detention! Only for you Benson Clark." Great. Just the best thing that could've happened. Now my parents are going to think i'm the worst human on earth if my dad doesn't already think that. "Okay." I replied "See Mr.Jenson? He doesn't even fight it, that means he's guilty!" Chris accused. By now I'm used to this shit storm of accusations but it still hurts because Mr. Jenson was the only teacher who actually believed me when I said that life was terrible.  Heading down the hall I scanned the vicinity for Logan, ah there he is! I moved my way through the small crowd towards him. "Guess who has detention? Again, for the stupidest reason again." I announced. "You? I'm going to take a wild guess and say it was because of this morning?"  Logan assumed "Yep, exactly correct my friend, and GUESS who turned me in? CHRIS! It's as if the world hates me." I replied. Logan then went on to reassure me that i'm just having a bad week, but that would make that a streak of one-hundred and four weeks total! Ever since I left middle school. Now it was onto the lecturing hall which is what I liked to call it. The best class for the worst teacher. "Welcome Logan to The Lecturing Hall" I chuckled as I said it and so did he. I took some time to observe my surroundings.

I noticed some of the popular kids were snickering at me. I caught one of their gazes and glared at him. His name was Jeremy, he really didn't deserve my glare as he was actually cool when he wasn't around his "friends". We've hung out once but that was before he joined the popular kids. Also among the crowd was my crush Rose, cute and funny. Had beautiful eyes and brunette hair. She looked to be flirting with Johnny. Which Jane wouldn't like as she was his girl friend. Johnny was more of a greaser than any other category I could sort him into. He was really his own group, he had a gang of friends that always look out for each other. I've always wished to be a part of it, to finally have a family. Not paying much attention to what was in front of me I ran into a wall. "Ouch" I said. That familiar sting came to my head. The nurse liked me but I could not risk being outside of class. Because two detentions ment an after school detention with it. Having one of those would break my father into many beating. Running into the classroom the teacher gave me a scowl and told me to sit down. Class was beginning and it would start with a lecture about being late and what it can do to your grades. Me being a prime example. Logan and me sat in the back of the class which was lucky for me. "So, would you like to join me in detention? Otherwise I might go insane from the lack of everything." I urged. "Sure but I'm going to have to do something to get in. Any ideas?" Logan said. "Talk really loudly, like shout in this class and your forsure to get one" I insightly said. "OKAY!" shouted Logan. "Mr. Simmons how dare you speak out in the class especially with a friend, not only is that the problem but you shouted it aswell. DETENTION!" The teacher shouted back. "Well that was easy" Logan whispered to me "Yea it was" I replied.