Fading Into Oblivion (BXB)

Chapter 1

Author's Note:

Hey everyone! I hope you are having a great day so far! Here is chapter one of "Fading Into Oblivion!" Let's start Jayden's journey into oblivion!

Forever yours,

[P. H. Morrison]

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*Pictured above is Jayden.*

Jayden Hunter's POV:

My eyes shot open as I frantically searched my bed for my iPhone to turn off the latest of my many alarms. I glanced at my lock screen, only to be momentarily blinded by my phone's intense brightness.

It was 6:40 am; I slowly got out of my warm bed and headed to my personal bathroom to take a nice shower before school. I staggered towards the bathroom due to my current state of exhaustion.

I had stayed up most of the night, unable to sleep. Like most nights, my mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Blake. The merciless beatings that he subjected me to terrify me. I couldn't comprehend how someone could be so mean for no reason.

Since school has started, I probably average four or five hours of sleep each night. For some reason, the bullying seems more intense this year than in previous years. I can't understand why though. I haven't done anything to him; in fact, I try my best to avoid him.

Once I made it to the bathroom, I proceeded to turn on the hot water and strip my clothes. While waiting for the water to warm up, I admired how nice my bathroom actually was. The grey interior was captivating to me, and I admired how nicely the color paired with the various shades of blue that I had chosen.

Once the water was hot enough for me, I stepped into the shower and deeply sighed as the hot water cascaded down my bruised skin. As I gently washed my body, I was mindful to not press too hard on any of the multi-colored bruises that painted my body. I tried to avoid unnecessary pain like any sane person.

The bruises were mostly centered around my chest, abdomen, and back; the places that no one else would easily see. Blake knew that those areas would be hidden by my clothes and wouldn't draw suspicion from adults.

Even if an adult did see my bruises, Blake knew I wouldn't tell them the truth about how I got them. I told once, but he denied that he ever did anything. He ended up beating me really bad because I told. I quickly learned to keep my mouth shut from that point on.

I was one of those few kids that actually enjoyed going to school, but as I stood beneath the hot water and felt pain, I dreaded the thought of yet another school day of relentless bullying. Blake Johnston and his group of friend's beatings made my life much harder than it needed to be.

Even though almost everyone in the school knows that I'm bullied and get beaten, I still try to hide how much pain I'm in. I don't want people looking at me like I'm weak. I try my best to put a mask on to conceal the real pain; especially from my parents.

If they ever knew what I was suffering through, they would pull me out of that school immediately. Is much as I hated the bullying, I loved the school, my classes, the town, and above all; the few friends that I have come to make here.

I never did anything to any of bullies to provoke them, but that's just how it goes; the cliché of the nerd being bullied by the star quarterback still holds true even in today's world. I turned the water off and reached to grab my favorite grey, fluffy towel.

I gently dried off, got out of the shower, and walked towards the large mirror hanging opposite of the shower. I wiped the steam off and stared at the battered reflection staring back at me. I gently touched my bruises internally, willing them to heal faster.