I Am Unstoppable (Book 2)

Chapter One: A is for Aggravation

The sky was a deep grey as the rain poured from the sky, wetting everything outside. I sat in my room, all alone as I watched the rain from the window in my room. I wish it never rained. Rain ruins things. 

Do you know what else ruins things?

Ignorant people who decide to make fun of me for being myself. I've dealt with bullying, near-death experiences, and other crap, which really makes me wonder why I even try anymore.

I always told myself it's not my fault that people make fun of me; it's just their fault. They have nothing better to do with their lives, so they decide to ruin the life of someone else (who happens to be myself) in order to make them feel better. 

That makes total sense, right?  

Nope. It makes absolutely no sense what-so-ever. 

A few times I have thought about giving up. I've even tried to, too. I know it's not the right thing to do, but I feel as if it's the right thing to do for me. I wouldn't have to worry about this constant torture. All of my problems would be solved. My life would be so much easier due to the fact that I would be dead. Lots of times I dwell on this. But should I think about suicide? Or should I face my problems and wait for them to fade away? 

A real man faces his problems. I should be the man I was designed to be. Maybe if I acted more like a man, I wouldn't be harassed as much. I get that life is complicated, but it's up to myself to deal with my struggles.

Trust me; I have a lot of struggles, both physical and emotional. I need to work on how I shall face these problems. The thing is, I never put the time and effort into fixing these problems, since I know I am sort of responsible for why these problems occur to me and only me.

As I told you before, Christmas is coming up in a matter of weeks. I personally love Christmas. Christmas is the time when I can stop thinking about all of the struggles I have gone through. I can focus on family and the happiness that comes along with Christmas instead of pondering on my negative thoughts. I look forward to Christmas so I can be a more positive person. 

My little brother Ethan is currently writing "Santa" a letter consisting of how he's been a good boy this year and that he would really like these stupid action figures from this stupid movie. He's really focused on this letter, which is odd, since Ethan is someone who has the attention span of a goldfish.

First of all, he wasn't completely good this year. He's never completely good (or good to begin with). Ethan hid my phone (my five hundred dollar iPhone 5S) in his underwear drawer last week just to piss me off. When I found out that he hid my phone, I threatened to smack him and yelled, "This goddamn phone is worth more than you'll ever be!", which I know isn't nice, but my brother is so annoying. Also, I was having a bad day. Not just any bad day, a super bad day.

All Ethan did was say, "Richard, you would never hit me."

"Trust me, I would," I quickly responded. I held my hand in the air. He instantly flinched. "Don't make me."

Not that much longer before, he lied to our mother about getting his progress report for school. He clearly did get it (it was noticeably folded up into a rectangle the size of a credit card, located right in his back pocket), but, I quote, "My friend ripped it in half", according to Ethan. 

Ethan couldn't lie to save his life, obviously. I, on the other hand, could. I am a pro at lying... not that I'm proud of it. 

My mother made a weird face and said, "Gee, what an unfortunate, coincidental event."

She is a very clever woman, if you haven't noticed. 

"I threatened to hurt him," Ethan said, shaking his head in disappointment.