the Malphealous chronicles

chapter one

I take in deep breaths of the smoky, bacon-scented air from the diner, and slowly leave the nightmare. I have always dreaded waking up since I already know what the day has in store for me. The same basic, boring daily routine that never seems to change or stop.

I groan and force my eyes open as the nightmare replays over and over in my mind. In the edge of my vision, not completely gone, I can still see the black shadows dancing away. As my eyes adjust to the light shining through my windows, I can see my small kitchen window and a mound of filthy dishes piled up in front of it, blocking some of the blinding light but not all of it. Looking around the room in my small kitchen and my bedroom/living area, I don’t have much space but I don't care very much. I just feel like I need some stuff around me; maybe to fill up some kind of empty void inside my soul...or something.

Letting out a long sigh, I get out of my bed and spend the next few seconds stretching and cracking my neck and knuckles. I start to clean up my small trailer, beginning with my couch which is covered by my clothes. I had all my clothes folded but I misplaced my favorite jacket and destroyed the place looking for it. But once I found it, I had no time to clean it up, which was driving my OCD crazy all day yesterday.

So where was I? Oh yeah, folding. I looked over at my shoulder at the time on my broken clock, remembering that it’s an hour behind. So it was just 5:59 am and the sun was just coming up.  I begin folding the pile of clothes and say to myself:
   

"I should have enough time for a shower at the diner if Mr. Rob will let me this time..."

It’s a little habit that I seem to have developed from as far back as I could remember, which isn't saying much since I only remember two years of my life here...I then turn my attention to the kitchen, which was the worst of the messes and was begging to be cleaned. I have no idea where to start with all this mess! Taking a deep breath, I glance back at the clock  and curse under my breath,

"Fuck, it’s 6:30! I don't have enough time for this. Jasper will be here soon."

I felt pissed at myself: I hate not being able to keep my stuff clean. Frustrated, I grab the clothes that I had left out for today, quickly strip down and put on my other clothes. I stop for a moment and look at the scars on my arm. Three big scars that went across my lower arm. They were big and jagged, almost like an eagle clawed me. I cannot remember where the scars came from, that part is lost in the back of my mind…

I head for the front door but stop as I glance back at my bed and notice my gold ring laying halfway under the pillow. I smile and shake my head, quickly walking over to my bed and snatching it up before I run out the door. Running to the end of the driveway, I stop and peer over my shoulder at the old trailer behind the diner that I call home. As I stop to slow my beating heart, I walk around to the front of the diner. After finding a seat outside, I groan as my stomach rumbles.

“I hate this” I mumble to myself.

As I looked down at my watch: “7:00 am ….come on, Jasper, you got my phone in your car.” I said aloud as I glance around at a few people walking up to the diner. They, of course, had heard me talking to myself. I just nod at them and sink lower in my seat, hating the attention I had drawn to myself. As I sat there meeting each and every person's eyes as they walked in the diner, I looked down at the ground beneath my feet and couldn't help but feel out of place...like I didn't belong here...

But then again, I had always had that feeling ever since I could remember...

    Looking up, I notice a black Camaro pulling up to the diner. I smile knowing who it is and push all previous thoughts away. I focus my attention on my friend Jasper as he gets out of his car.

“‘Bout time! I could have turned to nothing more than a pile of bones sitting out here waiting on you! So which was it this time? Morning traffic or your girl?” I laugh softly as I stand up stretching my arms and legs before making my way to the passenger door. I glance up at him and see his face. He looks as if he was a bit annoyed with the joke I tried to make-

“S-sorry, Jasper! I'm just playing around, you know that...right? I didn't mean it...” I said trying to make things better.

As I nervously chew my bottom lip, waiting for some kind of answer from Jasper...

“Cable, it's a bit too early for that joke.” Jasper kinda laughs midway through his words.

I feel relieved as I watch his head into the diner for his normal morning coffee. I go ahead and get in the car, setting my backpack on the floorboard and retrieve my phone from the middle console but upon doing so, I find it dead. Jasper most likely didn't know it was in there...Looking up at the time, I spy Jasper walking out of the diner. I close the middle console and sit back in my seat watching him get in-

“So which one was it? Traffic or your girl? Haha,” I said laughing as I look out the window and Jasper starts the car.

“Oh, fuck off Cable!”

Our laughter fills the air as we drive off to the worst place on this planet, school.

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Hey so this is chapter one wow I don't know if y'all like it so just let me know and I'll get to work on finishing chapter two