Creep

Chapter One

But, I'm a creep. I'm a weirdo. What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong here.~ Radiohead

The earth; the single place where everyone is together. Yet, whoever created the English language didn't have the courtesy to permanently capitalize the "e" in earth. It's important enough right?

Some of you may beg to differ which is entirely understandable. Some of you may completely despise the world, which is also entirely understandable. But, I would like you to think for a moment. Is it the earth or is it the people living on the earth? Follow up question, since I'm guessing you all answered "it's the people" to my last one, why is it that people get to capitalize their names, but the earth can't, when in reality they are the problem. Like those people who repeatedly exclaim "reality sucks" for attention, or believe that it actually does. If you think about it logically, without real life or the human brain there would be no fantasy to escape to.

Often, I'd escape to a world with a friend. One true, loyal, beautiful friend. But I stopped years ago because honestly, it was depressing. Soon enough, someone is going to walk up and wake you from that dream and the disappointment is going to be even stronger.

Stupid things to think about, I know.

"Henderson," shouted a woman in the distance, perturbed, "Henderson!"

I stood up from the limbless and lifeless oak tree I lay upon trying to find the owner of the voice.

"Henderson!" The shadow drew closer and closer to me.

It was my mother, "Oh my word," she ran up and squeezed my chest, "What are you doing, it's midnight?!"

"Thinking."

"Well for the next week you can 'think' in your bedroom, you're grounded!"

Then, we waited for the next hour at the bus stop. We can't afford a car. Personally, I think that's a good thing because according to the U.S Environmental Protection Agency, more than half of air pollution in the nation is caused by mobile sources. We Americans should retrogress back to the time when horses were our main source of transportation. That may help with the 5% of obese horses in America.

The bus arrived at approximately 1:08am. My mother scolded me about 2/3 of the ride, "You need to watch your time!", "You have school tomorrow!", and the worst, "I'm gonna start scheduling your therapy for two times a week!"

"Why?" I questioned.

"Because you need it! All you do is keep to yourself! Between the incident, your depression, living in a freaking motel! That's why we're on a bus at one in the morning. Honey...I don't know how to help you. Please..." She began to tear up.

"Okay, I'll go. Please don't cry." I begged softly.

"How can I not?! He ruined your life!"

"No, he didn't. I'm fine." I assured her.

We were finally dropped off at the opposing bus station about 1.3 blocks away from our home. My mom finished her sulking and started asking about the highlights of my day.

"There were none. You?"

"None."

After that slight conversation, I pulled out my sky blue I-Pod Shuffle, unravled the ear buds, and hit play. I only had time to hear two songs before we approached our building. They consisted of:

1. Same In The End- Sublime

2. Stop Crying Your Heart Out- Oasis

When I walked inside I grabbed a glass of water, and headed to bed.