The room was dark, like it always is. The curtains blocking out the morning sun, with only a little light seeping through the cracks. My warm, red, comforter wrapped around my body as I sat in front of my door. This is usually where I am, in front of my door. Blocking out all of the hatred and fear I posses in my mind. I am an only child, with my mother and father living under the same roof. I know what you must be thinking, what a blessing right? Wrong.
My mother isn't the one to make pancakes in the morning, wash the dishes while humming, playing board games with her son, etc. She was the one to find a corner on a dark street, and flag a car down. A man would pick her up and they would go do bad things together for money. Then she would use the money to go downtown and snag a few pain pills for her to consume. This is what we call a pill popping whore kids.
My father isn't the one to throw a football with you. He isn't the one to teach you how to drive. He isn't the one to grill hamburgers outside on a warm summer evening. He is the one to crack open a cold one with the boys. However, one turns into two, and two turns into twelve. Then he would unbuckle his belt, which would mean two things, whoever was in his path was about to be bloody, or extremely sore.
This happened all my life. The abuse, the rape, I lived through it all. You would think someone would notice these things, well I've never been one to socialize well. No one looks at me, I basically don't even exist. I go to Lincoln High School, in South Carolina. This is the home to sluts, players, and attention whores. If you don't play sports, you do not matter and you do not exist. That might just be school in general but here it's serious.
The only friend I have ever had in my entire life is Anna. She was always there for me when I never even asked her to be. She would knock on my window to make sure I was okay. She would talk to me about the most random things to make me smile. She was my gardian angel at that point in time.
I looked at the clock, which read 7:10am. The bus would come in ten minutes, and I could not be late today. I had my senior exams today for the semester and I just had to pass. I have to get every scholarship I can, so I can get away from this hellish nightmare.
I put my ear up to the door to listen. There was not a single sound coming from any part of the house. I quickly got up and threw my clothes off to change. I put on a white T-shirt, with black shorts. I ruffled my black hair to make it presentable even if I was broken on the inside, and quickly shot back in front of the door. I did another listen, and heard nothing. I silently grabbed the handle, and opened my door.
The smell of vomit and urine, raged into my senses making my eyes water. I tiptoed though the dark hallway, into the small white living room. My father was passed out on the brown couch. He had beer bottles covering his whole bottom torso, with vomit on his shirt. His brown beard messy and curly, sprung out to cover some of the puke. The front door was right by the couch, and I had to make my escape. I held my breath, tip toeing as quickly as I possibly could to not give away my presence. I slowly reached the white door, and went outside.
« Where the fuck you goin? ». My mother asked me while sitting on her blue chair on the front porch. Her hair was frizzy and messy as the breeze pulled at it. Her face looked sunken inwards and drained of color. She puffed on a cigarette as her arms shook slightly.
« School mother ». I replied. I looked away from her and started walking.
« What you need school for? You need to be here and clean up your father. We both know how he gets when he wakes up ». She mumbled.
« I have to go to school mother. If I don't I won't get into college ». I whimpered. She shot up out of her chair and got in my face. Her cigarette almost burning my nose, I could smell the body odor arousing from her body.
« Get in the god damn house now! ». She screamed at me. I whipped my body around and slammed open the front door. My father knocking the bottles off his body, looking in my direction.
« Boy! What the fuck are you doing I'm sleeping here! ». He screamed at me. I gave him no response. I just kept walking back to my room ignoring their existence entirely. I shut my door and put my wooden desk chair right under the knob. I opened my window quickly and jumped out, closing it behind me. The sounds of their yells echoed in my ears as I walked down the road.
As the screams got quieter, I felt more at ease. Big, green, trees covered our street, making the house hidden. I was the only house on the long gravel road, so no one could hear what really went on behind my closed doors. When my house was no longer visible, I started to approached my bus stop. As I made my last step to where I needed to be, the long, yellow, vehicle approached me. I got in the bus and nodded towards my bus driver. I walked through the aisle until I saw my best friend Anna in the fifth seat.
« How did you get out? ». She asked as I plopped down. The bus started to move, and we were on our way to the high school.
« The window ». I sighed. Her red hair shined in the morning light. Her freckles peaking out of her face like pop art would make the guys go crazy. Her brilliant blue eyes were actually really easy to get lost in, but no one payed attention to her, to either of us, ever.
« Mom or dad? ». She asked talking her white ear bud out.
« Both ». I whispered. I stared forward onto the road to distract my pulsing mind. Watching as the leaves fall from the trees, and the sun peaking through them.
« What a bag of dicks ». She hassled. I chuckled a little bit. She always new how to make my smile appear no matter what situation was to come.
« You ready for exams? ». I asked trying to change the subject.
« Hell yeah. I didn't even need to study ». She snickered. Anna is the smartest person I have ever met. You could put a three page long math problem in front of her, and she could solve it in under a minute. A person next to us started to freak out looking at her phone. All through out the bus, phones chimed and rung with all sorts of sounds. Their chattering became serious and louder as more and more got the notification. My phone buzzed with a caption on it.
Hiker woman found dead this morning near Palmar Lake. Believed to be in early twenties and in healthy shape. The victim was brutally mauled with bite and claw marks covering her entire body. Police believe this to be a brutal animal attack near Black Wood county. More on this story as it develops.
«Holy shit dude, someone got killed ». Anna said while peering at my phone.
« Jesus, what kind of animal could do that all the way out here? ». I asked baffled.
« Wolves maybe. We don't have any bears down here, only up on the mountain.». She explained.
« It said near Black Wood county, the animal must be close if it's in town ». I told her.
« Meh, who cares. It's just some bad karma laid upon a poor woman. Nothing bad is gonna happen ». She pushed it off.
« Bad karma? ». I asked. Anna was into the whole supernatural theory's, but I think it's a load of hog wash.
« Witches? They can cause bad karma. Or by the looks of it, it could have been a pretty hungry Werewolf ». She looked serious which made me start to laugh.
« Dude, a pine cone can fall from a tree, and you would scream vampire! ». I chuckled. We pulled up to the school and the bus was parked. We all got off and started walking into the gates of hell.
« Oh hush. One day you will find out that I'm right ». She snickered.
« Oh please, that will be the day my father tells me he loves me ». I rolled my eyes.
« You'll see. I'm not crazy ». She pushed.
« Anna, the supernatural doesn't exist ». I anticipated. She flipped her hair and walked in the building. Today was going to be absolute hell.
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The Wailing
PertualanganLarson Mack is your ordinary teenager out cast. Never invited to homecoming, never done anything risky, and always kept to himself. Coming from an abusive house hold, his best friend Anna and himself, meet a new group of people who just moved into t...
