Hey. Viruz again. Wooh!! I added a picture of Natas. He will be played by.. Drum roll please! Bumbumbum...Jensen Ackles!!! I hope you guys agree!!! The song is Ignorance by Paramore!
Viruz: Ignorance is your new best friend!
Ignorance is your new best friend! Enjoy!!!
Edit: I have changed the actor of Natas to Logan Lerman. I just didn't feel comfotable with Jensen. Sorry!!! Don't be mad!! Please tell me if I did the right thing. :( or :)
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About a week later my lip finally starts to heal, but I still feel the pain from the memory of my mom pulling it out. I'm on my bed listening to Paramore "Ingorance" just thinking about it. I still don't know what's wrong with it, it's only a piercing. Besides, she has one on her nose. I remove my headphones and decide to go grab my hammer and nails and start nailing my faded blue door. The sound of a nail hitting something just felt good, I just couldn't stop. It was the only thing that calmed me down. I only got one nail in before I heard the doorbell ring.
"Hello. Anybody home?" It's obvious that it was a woman's voice. I looked through my window to see that it is my mom's friend, Caroline. She hates me so much. One time when my family and I were at her house, I grabbed myself some egg nog since I was getting thirsty, and she just stomps in there barcking at me that I can't get anything that I want here and that I should go. So from then to today, she hates me. I honestly think that's bull.
"Natas!" My mom yells. "Go answer the godd***door!"
"Why don't you!" I yell back. "She's your friend!"
"I don't care is she is my friend or not! Listen to your mother!"
I give up and go answer the door. She doesn't look too happy.
"Is your mother home?" She asked while biting her nails.
"I think th-" Before I could finish, Caroline walked right past me and said under her breath, "Nevermind. You won't be any help."
When she walked past me far enough, I flip her off. Who does she think she is? I walk back into my room and try to listen to the conversation. I hear that Caroline is telling my mom that her cat, Mary Poppins, died last night. I begin to laugh.
"That bastard got what she deserved." I say without anyone hearing. I continue to laugh a little longer until I decide to go back and lay on my bed, listening to Paramore.
I must drifted to sleep cause I felt very tired when I woke up. I take out my headphones and sit on my bed. My brother should be home I thought. I open up my door and walk through the hallway to the living room. I look from a far distance at the window, it's dark. I sigh in relief. I did not want mom or dad up right now. I turn back to the rest of the living room to see that the T.V. is on but my brother asleep. I grab the remote and relax on the couch. He was watching Barney! I say in my head, I give out a little giggle. I change the channel to Paranormal Activity 3. I then start to hear footsteps come down the hall.
"D**n." I say, getting up. "Dad gets up right when the good stuff starts, this sucks."
Dad walks up to me and smacks hard enough where I let out an ouch.
"Turn that off this instant!" My father growled, "You should be in bed! Not watching your gay a** shows!"
"I just woke up! I fell asleep like ten hours ago!"
I see that my brother is waking up. So I turn to him. I see that he is smiling a little because of the red mark on my cheek from the smack.
I don't turn in time to see that my dad is is about to punch me. His fist makes contact with my face and sends me down to the carpet. D**n! My lip starts to bleed again, and this time I feel it throbbing. I lay one of my hands on my lip. I can feel blood come out.
"Don't you dare talk back at me!" My fathers growls again furiously. "I am your father! Now go back to bed! And grab a towel, we don't want your f**king blood on our d**n carpet!"
Instead of going back to my room, I punch my father back, but it looks like he didn't feel it. Itseems like it made him even angrier."Now you're gonna get it!" My father yelled. He tries to punch me but I dodge it. He tries to punch me again but I duck this time. Instead of me dodging and ducking, I run to the door which is 15 feet away. I grab the knob with my free hand and turn it as fast as I can. I dash outside and run as far as I can to make sure he doesn't hurt me. I can hear him swearing the whole time I run.
I stop running once I knew I was safe and I start walking. I check my hand that was on my lip and see my palm covered in blood. I rub it off on my white shirt, not caring that it was white, and lay it back on my lip. At least the pain has numbed. Where will I go? I think. I continue to walk in the same direction thinking where I'll go. Mariah? No. She's to annoying. Albert? No. Hates me. How about Eric? He's a good friend, and he doesn't live that far. I guess I'll go there.
I take a right at Neuman Ln. and continue walking down it for 3 minutes until I make it to his house. I take my hand off my lip since the blood stopped. I knock on his door. No answer. I knock on his door again. This time I see a light turn on in the house. The door then opens, Eric is standing there tired, rubbing his eyes. When he stops rubbing his eyes, He stares with big eyes at my lip, then down at my bloody shirt.
"Oh my god!" Eric yells. "What happened?"
"My dad punched me and caused my lip to rip open again."
"I'll go grab some ice."
Eric runs to his house to grab and ice. He comes back in under a minute. Eric then softly puts it on my lip without me grabbing it. I let him hold it on my lip. I couldn't grab anything from what happened. Eric continues holding it up on my lip until he pulls it back. I touch my lip and feel almost no pain. I sigh in relief. I look back at Eric and see that his face is red. It's almost as if he's blushing.
"Hey." I say, still looking at him. "You okay?" Eric moves his head downwards.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He says, brushing his hair down with his hands. "I'm just remembering something very funny."
"Oh, okay. Anyways, I came to your house to stay away from my family. I'm probably deciding to run away." Eric gasps in shock.
"You're running away!" He yells. "Please don't leave! Unless you plan on bringing me." Eric put his thumb on his lip and starts to bite on it softly.
"Why do you want to leave also?"
Eric stops biting on his thumb and puts his thumb down.
"I can't handle my parents either. They are getting on my last nerve. I got punched for changing the channel on ice hockey! That was fu**ing retarded. Do you understand?"
I nod.
"You can come I guess, but lets leave tomorrow so I'm not tired. Can I stay here for the night?"
Eric face turns a little red again.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks." I give a small smile. Looks like I will have some company with me.
