Far From Home

Two

-Jake's POV-

I turned the door handle, and eased myself through the door way as quietly as I could. I went into the kitchen and microwaved a hot dog and bun. I spread mayo and cream cheese on it. Yup, cream cheese on a hot dog. Try it sometime. I leaned against the counter, and watched the clock go by.

11:01.

11:07.

11:45.

I poured myself a large glass of water. I'm guessing half of it was ice cubes.

12:00.

12:30.

1:30.

I left the kitchen after pouring my water down the drain (Wasteful? Fuck you. And Africa) and went into my bathroom, where I stared at the mirror. Jamie once called me cute. Never found out why. I continued to stare at my ugly mug for another hour, then shrugged on a hoodie. I opened and hopped out my window. Most of the time, when I couldn't sleep, I either curled into a ball and wept like a pussy on my bed, or stared at my reflection in the mirror. When I felt especially shitty, I hopped out of my window and went down to the park. It's better there at night, without the little kids pointing at the scar on my face. Like tonight.

I lay down on the table again, staring up at the stars. At 2 in the morning. Call me a romantic.

"Hey faggot."

My body shot up. I know that voice. I know that voice. I looked around wildly for the owner. I was seconds away from looking under a bush when I stopped myself. "Jesus, I'm desperate," I thought out loud. There wasn't anyone there. That voice was in my head. I laid back down on the table and closed my eyes. I heard that if you concentrated really hard on something, it would come true.

Slut with big boobs, slut with big boobs, slut with big boobs...

Giggling.

I heard giggling. No fucking way. I sat up, and my hopes were blown out of the sky. Watching the couple fuck on the playground, I thought to myself, well, my wish came true. Except my slut with big boobs was being mounted by a large, muscular guy who apparently had the cock of an elephant. I laughed, and got up from my spot and began to walk away. They stopped and hushed each other.

"Don't worry!" i called out, "Already saw ya. Carry on, oh Prince of Tang."

I grinned to myself. Nothing like fucking two lovers....

No pun intended. Well, yeah, pun intended. "Have a nice night," the girl called out to me.

"Wish I could say the same to you," I answered, still smiling. I snuck back into my room, and laid down on the bed. My insomnia still hadn't given up yet, and continued to beat the shit out of me. So to speak. Finally, my mom woke up and poked her head inside my room. "Honey," she said. I sat upright immediately, glad to have something to do. "Got it, Mom. Mow the lawn, wash the dishes, and dress for the therapist."

She blinked and nodded her head. She's tired. I was getting on my work boots ($20 at Target, on sale) when my mom came back. "Also, I have tomorrow off if you want to do something."

I nodded. "That'd be cool."

My mom left. I had on gym shorts and a white t-shirt, with of course my work boots. I only wore them if I was working outside or I was going to fight someone. Usually it was both: Me fighting the lawn. I stepped outside into the afternoon sun. Yup, stayed up more than twenty four hours. Sounds fun, eh? I walked over to the shed, opened it, and carefully rolled out the lawn mower.