Stutter~ Ryden (Finished)

1.

Running.

The only thing that popped into my mind. Running.

After a while you don't even feel your feet burning or your legs becoming weak. No, after a point your brain finally realised that feeling this pain now, would stop you from running, causing you to finally stop. But stopping would be a fatal mistake now.

The only thing I heard were the blood rushing in my ears and the dulled sounds of my feet touching the ground. My own heart beat was louder than everything together.

I knew they were yelling something behind me, but I didn't hear them anymore. If I would concentrate on that I would probably trip over my own feet. I couldn't risk this.

If I would stop now, they would get me. They would grab me. Punch me. Break my glasses. Throw my backpack away.

Like they love to do.

I didn't want to explain my mom again why we had to buy new school books, because I 'lost' them. I didn't want to lie to my mom about the fact that my glasses broke again.

I just wanted to come home. Throw myself on my bed and listen to music. Play guitar or the piano. Like normal teenagers do. But first I had to get home, which was more difficult for me than it sounds now.

Just one block. Then I'm home.
I already saw my house, the place I'm safe. I gritted my teeth and ran the fastest I can, I nearly flew over the asphalt, so I bumped right into my door. I put out my keys with trembling hands putting it in the keyhole, turning the key around. When I was in the building I immediately closed the door and sighed in relieve.

Finally home.

"Brendon? Are you home?", my mom asked coming out of the living room smiling.

I just nodded and smiled.

"You ok, honey? You look exhausted", she asked looking worried at me.

"I-I'm f-fine", I stuttered.

"Ok, we'll eat in 30 minutes", she said before walking away.

I ran to my room locking the door and threw my backpack on my bed.

Why me? Why did they had out of all people pick me out to be their victim?
I never did anything to them.

I shouldn't wonder about that anymore i thought while looking into the mirror.
They have a reason. They wouldn't do this without a reason. Maybe because I'm not pretty, so no one will like me.
Maybe because of my second hand glasses, because my parents can't afford expensive ones for me.
Maybe because I can't sit still for a minute.
Or maybe, and I think this is the main reason, because of my stuttering.

I stutter since I am 13. I have a reason why. But the case of this one event made my stuttering become worse and worse.

I sighed falling on my bed, fishing my headphones out of my backpack.

My only escape from this was music or my family. The two only things you need in your life, right? The rest is unnecessary.

Music is there for you when you want to be alone.
And your family is there for you when you want company.

I closed my eyes when I heard the first note of bohemian rhapsody by Queen playing.

Just escape from this world.

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So, this is going to be a short chaptered story. I'll try to upload everyday or nearly everyday. It's just an idea I had and I want a story I can write whenever I just wanna write without really thinking about it.

If you want to you can also check out my other story

Across the universe☆Ryden

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