Double sided

Chapter two- who am I?

Will Broke stepped out into the middle of the bridge over whistling creek, how.....how could she throw him away like that? They had been friends for what seemed like forever and now well.....well. Will clutched the bridge rails like he was holding on for dear life. Whatever had he done to deserve what was thrown in his face. Something he hadn't even seen coming.

He just stood there for the longest time before he finally had to leave, "to many memories"Will thought, "to many memories." Will continued the long trek home just thinking about those words those words that shouted at him like a billboard "You are not who I thought you were."

The one time he opens up his mind he was laughed at and pretty much declared worthless, by the person he cared for most. What's the point Will thought why do I even talk to people if i cant be the real me? Why do I even try to fit in when I just plain don't? Will kicked a stone but the stone was a little bit bigger then it seemed causing Will to slip and fall.

"I even don't fit in with rocks the dumbest of things" he thought as he got up, "Why do I try to fit in, in the first place?"

Will walked up the driveway to his home preparing for another long night wearing a fake smile.

Wills thoughts usually beneficial and positive, dwelling on utopian situations had changed.

They now unlocked a section of his mind previously untouched a dark part that would change Will forever in its silent stealthy manner and Will knew it would change him and that night he stopped struggling against the dark and let it take him.

***

The next morning Will mounted the steps to Washington with an absence, a big one. He heard a voice however that made him crack a smile, Max Hammel. Will turned and gave his friend a playful shove and said "don't have any other friends."

Max a smart remark ever in his mouth said "well you've seemingly lost one, the important one."

Will just leaned on the railing and said "Courtlyn is just hangin with Kate and Abby, You know B-Ball stuff."

"Says the football guy."

"Hey cant get worse then soccer."

This sparked an age old argument until Max and Will had to part ways at the front doors.Before heading inside Will scanned the crowd, it was impossible to know everyone at Washington, and finally saw Piper leaning against a column. Piper was a subtle but trust worthy friend one of Wills closest. She held up the OK sign. Will shook his head no,she could read you like a book Will thought, Piper then mouthed talk later. Will nodded and walked into the building.