Silence

Why is it always me?

I think I forgot to mention in the introduction, but this story will be mostly viewed by Elliot's POV!!

Elliot's POV

11-5-18

Today was the same as any other, you know wake up exhausted. Why do I even have to write this? Anyways I went to school, and guess what. I actually thought today would be different but nope, it was the same damn thing that's been happening everyday for the last 3 years. Ryder Evans, captains of the football team, he of course had to make my day a living hell with his sidekick Kacey Jones, varsity cheer captain.

But yeah they came up to me and he pushed me against the lockers and punched me in the face and gut, causing me to fall on the floor. Oh and here's the funny part, The Whole school was watching, and not even one person decided to help. That just proves how sad my life really is, but after that they decided to do more damage, but I'm not going into details.

My question is though, Why does it have to be me? I'm the one people bully, I'm the one people despise, and I just want to know one simple thing, why. I mean what'd I ever do to them, last I checked nothing.

Shutting my journal, I hear my parents yelling again. I sigh and place my journal on the desk beside my bed.

I lay down, placing my head onto my pillow. Staring blankly at my plain ceiling, do you ever feel like... like your overwhelmed in a way. It's like I have so many thoughts just swarming around my head, it's almost as if they were real people. Yelling, whispering, talking, each one saying something completely different.

Just sitting in silence, thinking. When usually kids my age go out with their friends, I mean it's a Friday night, someone's bound to be throwing a party.

Pulling me out of my thoughts, I hear my mom yelling along with my dad. This is where I'm actually thankful for the thick walls. It makes their yelling sound like muffled voices, though some words you can hear clearly every now and then.

Getting up, I slowly make my way down the stairs. Peeking through the creek between the stairs and the ceiling, my parents are standing face to face. My dad with a bottle in his hand and mom just staring intently at him.

Sneaking through towards the kitchen, I open the fridge looking for a small snack. Then the sound of a bottle shattering, interrupts. Again quietly walking towards, to see what's going on, trying to stay hidden.

My dad is standing angrily, shattered pieces of glass scattered on the floor. "I'm going out, when I get back make sure that little brat cleans this up" he yells, before walking out the door. And my mom crumbles onto the floor, crying.

I've only ever seen her cry once, and it broke me. She's the strongest person I've ever known. And now she's crying because of my idiot of a father.

Walking over to her, I reach to help her, but the thoughts come crawling back.

You're pathetic.

Go crawl into a hole loser, nobody wants you here.

He's so weak, can't even fight for himself.

Pulling my hand back towards me, I slowly sit on the floor and quietly start picking up the shards of glass piece by piece.

It kind of reminds me of myself, I'm just broken. Except there's no one there to pick me up.

After awhile my mom got up and went upstairs, or she left. I'm not sure but all I know is I heard a door shut and it sounded faint.

And I've finally finished picking up the pieces. Standing up, I grab the pieces and bring them to the trash can. Though I had to make several trips, my hands can only hold so much.

Making my way to my room, I glance at my hands, that are now home to several cuts. Nothing too bad I guess. So I go to the restroom and run them under cold water, so they don't get infected.

Walking back into my room, I plop down onto my bed once again, staring blankly at the ceiling above me. And again the thoughts are speaking, words forming but nothing can be heard clearly. Why can't my life just be normal?

I just want to be a regular teenage boy, one who isn't bullied, who doesn't come home too their parents fighting.

I want to be on the sidelines, the one no one notices, who has happy parents. Ones who love me as much as I love them. But I guess we never get what we want.

I'm just tired, not physically, but mentally, and emotionally.

Slowly my eyes start feeling heavy, maybe I am tired physically...

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I hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter, I know it's not that long but this is just the start. Over time they'll get longer.

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