School seemed to go by very slowly. 'At least that's more time away from her..' I think to myself in disgust at the thought of my mother. 'Who does she think she is? Treating me the way she does. She should be happy I haven't gone to the cops yet!' The bell finally rang indicating 4 hour was over and I was the first one out the door. "And now to be the loner who sits by himself at lunch.." I say to myself with sarcastic enthusiasm.
I began walking to my locker to put my books back. Half way there, I see him. The jerk I got into a fight with yesterday. "Oh joy.." I said to myself, picking up the pace to my locker. I made sure my eyes were focused on my destination, and no where else. 'Finally!' I thought as I started to work on the combination. I opened my locker just to have it slammed shut again by DJ. "Well, waddya know! It's Jake. Back for another fight, now are ya?" DJ said, making his brainless goonies behind him snicker.
"Go pick on some one else, DJ..." I said rather tiredly. Everyday is the same routine; Get yelled at and beaten at home, then get into a fight at school. I mean, I don't try to make it a routine, it just... happens.
DJ smirks. "No one else can take a punch as much as you can. Longer the fight, more fun it is.."
"Yeah, well at least I have better things to do than constantly bully someone who has done nothing to deserve it." I replied, reopening my locker and putting away my books. "So, if you don't mind, I'm going to go to lunch." I slammed my locker shut and walked into the lunchroom, leaving DJ just standing there.
**After School**
School finally ended for the day and I made my way outside after stopping at my locker to grab my backpack. I stood under a shady tree listening to Drowning Pool on my iPod (A/N: Don't judge.. They have a few songs I like.. :P). I'm waiting until most of the school's capacity leave, because the parking lot is like a fucking war zone when everyone is trying to leave. Everyone pushes and shoves and cars don't watch for pedestrians. I'd rather not die just yet.
I look up and the chaos has finally calmed itself down. There are a few stragglers, but at least I won't have to dodge cars when I walk through the parking lot. I was on my way back home when DJ and his two goonies jumped me. "Hey loser! No one talks to me like that and gets away without a punishment!" He said cracking his knuckles. I sighed and put my backpack of to the side, getting ready for yet another fight. Without hesitation, DJ threw a punch. I dodged and hit him in the stomach. "You know, there really isn't any point in doing this! Why don't you just leave me alone..." I said, trying to reason with him. He regained his balance and once again tried punching me, I moved, but not fast enough. His fist collided with the side of my jaw.
I spat. I don't know what happened. Something just... snapped. I lunged at DJ and tackled him to the ground. I started throwing punch after punch after punch! All the anger I had seemed to be released as I punched him. His lip had started bleeding and he was punching me, trying to get me off him.
CRACK!!
That sickening crack was the sound of his nose breaking. But, I didn't care! He deserves this! He needs to get a taste of what it feels like to be constantly bullied! DJ's nose was gushing blood by now and my knuckles were covered in it.
The two boneheads finally pulled me off him and kicked me in the side before helping up DJ and running off with him. I coughed a few times and slowly got to my knees. I was breathing heavily and I wiped the blood that was dripping from my cut lip. "Great. Now I have to explain this to my mom..." I mumble, standing up and grabbing my backpack. "Maybe now DJ will leave me alone."
I get home and walk through the door. Mom is in the living room watching one of her stupid soap opera's again. I don't even bother saying hi to her. I just gor straight upstairs and slam the door closed, locking it behind me. The witch likes to walk in and invade my privacy. I drop my backpack onto the floor and walk into the bathroom connected to my room. I look into the mirror to inspect the damage done to my face. "Great.." I mumble as I prode at the bruise already starting to form on the side of my jaw. "Just look at them as battle scars, Jake. You survived yet another battle." I reassured myself. I grabbed the bottle of rubbing alcohol underneath the sink and soak a cotton ball in it. I dab the cut on my lip and flinch from the burning.
I go back into my room and grab a bag of Cheddar Sour cream chips I keep hidden in the closet. Witch never cooks. She always expects me to NOT be hungry at night. Or at least for me to get myself something. I don't care really. I'd rather not sit down and eat with her. I sit there on my bed and watch a few videos on YouTube. I began to feel tired and found my self dozing off.
'Finally,' I thought, 'Somewhere no one can harm me. Sleep..'
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A/N: I hope it's good so far and I'm sorry for the really short chapters. I'm trying to make them longer as I progress in writing the story. Your feedback would really be useful about the story! Don't for get to vote/add a star! c:
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The Puppeteer
FanfictionThe Puppeteer is a creepypasta that supposedly "helps" people in need. Mostly kids who don't get along with their parents. He saves kids who are being abused at home, so you could call him a hero. But, there's a twist; He's also.... a Killer.
