Vulneratis: The Stories of Christian Vanover

the ressurection and the salvation

It is to be said that one must love thy neighbor. To care for and treat as you would be treated. Since I could remember I had always been told to be nice. It never seemed to be that hard. But I began to see why. Some people are easy. They won't do anything so you say whatever. Whether its for a laugh or for your own twisted version of pleasure. To continue with my story you have to know one thing. This isn't my anti- bullying book. Mostly because bullies cant write books like that. Every story including this one has a protagonist and an antagonist. In my story it follows that same rule. Except you get to decide who that is. Now I know you're dying to find out what Lindsey said. But lets take a step back. Remember this isn't a diary. Not a way to let go of pent up emotions. This is my optional race. Optional. Vulneratis.
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He didn't.
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I saw it Linds. I wouldnt lie.
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Wouldn't you?

She knew something. She had something on me. For once it seemed as if I was in the gray area of things. After what everyone has said about me I thought my reputation could not get any worse than "Presumably gay, fat, and ugly" but the world never ceases to amaze me. I was now known as the drama-starting, secret spilling, overall untrustworthy person. Which I could argue was the opposite, but many others would agree. That's the thing about life for a second, a split second everything is perfect. Than all hell breaks loose. And at this moment in time I could feel fire on my face.
   "Christian again." my Mom said annoyed. "Mom it's not like I asked for it" I said back loudly. "Well you protecting these little girls" she said. "You can't say everyone" she said. "I can try" I said shrugging my shoulders. "Damnit Chris" she said grabbing her phone. My Mom and Dad were at the top of their game. It seemed like my split second of perfectness was their life. It made me wonder. Why did I get the life where I overthink everything? Why couldn't I get that perfectness? Why wasn't I like them?
      Lindsey blocked me. Elle hated me. And the least surprising of all. Britain Smith wanted to fight me. Couldn't blame him. But I could blame Damond. He was the instigator. He said I was easy even though he never fought me. He was a coward hyping up someone who wasn't. Britain had fought before and won by a landslide. Not that he would be the biggest enemy I should be scared of. Not by a landslide. But at this moment in time I was scared. In the middle of my thinking my phone starts to buzz. "Damond McAllister would like to FaceTime..." flashes across my screen. "Damnit" I murmur to myself. "God damnit" I say picking up my phone and swiping over. I place my phone on my bed and stand up pacing around my room. "Hello" I answer with annoyance in my voice. "Whaddup little bitch" Britain answers agressivley. "So you tell my girl Im cheating?" "Big mistake" he says. "Im gon beat yo ass bro" he said. For a girl who didn't love me. For a girl who was mad at me. For a girl that was gone. "Yeah I did tell your girl" I snap back. "Because your a cheater. And a liar and she deserves better" I say. "Like you? Your a fag bro shut the fuck up" a new voice says. I look over at the screen showing only my hair. Damond Mcallitster. "Im the fag? Said the guy who couldn't fight me" I snap. My face was hot and my fists were clenched. I was ready. "So let me ask the guy that will actually do something. You really wanna fight? Bring it the fuck on." I say hanging up the phone. "Beep Beep Beep". "God damnit." I say "God dammit".

I storm down the stairs telling my Mom and Dad the updated news. "So update, looks like he wants to fight" I say. Now to my Mom. My Dad was gone. "Christian!" she says standing up. "Who,who wants to fight yo-" she is cut off my by ringtone. Two messages from Damond. Videos. "Who is that?" my Mom says as I take out my phone to examine. "Chris who is it?" she says. Two videos of a dark aparment its Britain and Jayden. Boxing gloves on and helmets. Britain is winning. "Damnit" I say softly. Pain burns my lips. "Christian!" my Mom pops my lips. "Sorry sorry" I say unfocused. "Why couldn't I just shut up." I say.

After FaceTime calls and messages I start to not answer. Especially when my Mom can hear everything. I decide to answer one last time before the fight. "Yes" I say hesitantly. "You a bitch ass nigga bro" a small voice says. "Oh yeah and who's talking?" I say looking at the screen. "Me Bitch." Damond says. "Funny how you're orchestrating all of this. Couldn't fight me the first time so the second time you need help?" I say. "Pussy move Mcallister" I say again. "I'd say we will drop you but we can't pick you up" he says. I turn down my volume to make sure my Mom cant hear from downstairs. "Britain." I say loudly. "If you really truly wanna fight I am more than down" I say. "But I'm not going to fight you, I'm gonna beat the living shit out of Damond." I say boldly. The phone goes silent. I hear many different breaths. Than all silent. "Halo Burger 5:00 bitch boy" a random voice says followed by the outgoing call tone. I plop down on my bed with my arms spread laying down closing my eyes. No matter how much of this was my fault it all started with one thing a girl. The girl. Lindsey Angliss.
   It was two 'o'clock just when fifth hour was about to release. I was in yet another "special class" which I soon began to realize was the opposite. Mrs.A. Or Mrs.Asperger. She was a tall thin lady who was a literal best friend to everyone she came into contact with. This day in her usual calm and quiet classroom, was like any other except for the lack of people. It was just Elle and I. We were working on whiteboards when I got a crazy idea. I really liked Elle, and I was sick of hiding it from her. So in big bold letters I scribbled "HEY I LIKE YOU ALOT". I snap my fingers to get her attention. She reads and waves her index finger side to side. A no. She writes on her board. "I'M SURE YOU DO! YOU TELL THAT TO EVERYONE." After an extensive process of exchanging notes. We come to a consensus. I liked her and she liked to pretend to like me back. Also she was moving. To Ohio. And not coming back. I liked her alot and I didn't wanna see her go. Just as I was about to write something else the bell rang startling me. Before she walked out I grabbed her arm and pulled her into me. I hugged her for a long time and didn't plan on letting go. "I love you Ellie." I whisper in her ear. "I love you too Chrichen" she said back squeezing me. "But you probably say that to Lindsey to." she said.