Rebellious and Neglected

Visions that Haunt.

Sky's POV

"Sky what you doing man?" I hear Shred say, unknowingly standing directly behind me. I turn around startled and irritated. "If I didn't know any better, I would've thought you were ass raping me!" I say seriously. Shred throws up his hands in surrender. "Sorry man... We just wanted to see if you were dead or not." Mikey nods. "Yeah, you've been M.I.A for like, 30." My face drops further.

"Guys I was just about to come over there." I said lying, and grabbing my bag. "You mean after you got done staring at that fag?" Marty says snorting. My face scrunches up. What the hell did he just say? "Whoa Marty, don't get your briefs in a wad, you heard him." Mikey says looking over.

"Yeah right he's bullshitting, you saw him, Eyeing that kid, like fresh meat." Marty says crossing his arms. "Marty what the hell is your problem? Stop acting like you know everything and shut the hell up." Mikey shoots back. "What do you have against him, he's just-" I start to say. "Do you even KNOW people like that Sky? Their freaks. They slit their wrists and listen to that death cult shit. Not to mention homos too." Marty says.

I freeze up, too pissed to create a comeback. I clench my fists and drop my board. "You know what Marty? Just get the hell away from me, before I have to fuck you up!" I say. He laughs like it's funny and smiles evilly. "You're on probation. Remember?" I stand ready to strike but instead take flight. I grab my bag and board, swinging it over my shoulder and under my arm.

"Sky wait!" I hear Mikey yell. "What's your problem dude?!" I hear Shred say to Marty. But ignore them. I walk fast down the sidewalk, let what it feels to be tears run down my cheeks sideways. I sit in the empty alley, balling out a cry, not holding anything back. I was completely ruined, gone and ignorant to think I could get away from my past. To think that what I caused could be forgotten.

I could barely walk forward to my house, tripping and stumbling, bumping into trash cans. My eyes were blurred by tears. I was blinded by being gullible and childish. Ramming the door open I made my way past the couch, in my room and collapsed on my bed. Looking over at the picture of my younger self with my parents, I cried myself to sleep till my head hurt, till my eyes ached, and till I saw nothing but darkness in my sleep.

I expected blissful dreams, but see a horrid vision...

"Man Sky, you're gonna be the coolest guy in school now." I hear them say. "Yeah! What's the big deal anyways? It's not like their human or something." another says. "He's just a freak, like the rest of them." I see their faces, smiling toothless fiendish smiles. A flash of my younger self, short with a Tony Hawk shirt on, laughing unsurely at their comments.

I looked about 8. The vision faded in and out as I looked around seeing 60 kids, laughing uncontrollably at what looked to be. A gasp in my mind. Another kid, scared wrist, crying on the floor with his blonde hair hung over in his face. He was shirtless, exposing more ripped skin, while others enjoyed his consequence. He looked up, wide eyed in fear at me. I couldn't make out a eye color cause of the black and white tint. Gray, green, maybe a pale blue. Last of the vision, I looked up at a banner, hoping for evidence, in my own present time mind.

"Greenv-" I started to read. Till everything faded black hearing a scream just right before it goes out completely. I yell as I wake up, drenched in sweat. I let out a slight breath, holding my chest. "No no no no no!" I say banging my head with my palms. I was pissed. Pissed at the fact that I didn't know the school. That kid. Or even worse....what I did....

But what did it all mean? I had never wen't to a school that started with a G. And why was it now that I was having these visions? Was it suppose to be some dumb ass moment of clarity? My past was brutal and all but I had never seen that kid before or that school. But fuck that, no need to sit around and let answers find me, I had some investigating to do.

Going to my desk, I rushed through old records, photos, files and transcripts, hoping to find something. "Nothing. Dammit." I say to myself, running my finger through my roots. I was pissed at the fact I didn't know what that dream was about. I needed to know though. Looking around at my file holders, I didn't see anything "God...". Then I looked at the Hard Rock Cafe poster I had gotten 2 years back.

"Blaze." I said getting up and checking my.phone time. It was his work hours. But he was the computer culprit. He could hack into any system, to get any hidden information. Grabbing a few papers and my skateboarder, I jetted out the door and skated down the street. Forget competition, with the way things are going now, I don't think we'll even enter. But this dream, vision, or sign was personal.