Paper Friend

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Paper Friend

"Terry Is a Loser." the word was scribbled across the black board. I wasn't very surprised since I've encountered thing like this everyday. If y'all don't know they even dunk my head in this Heaven-knows-why stinky bathroom, or worse they even tossed a bucket of cockroaches at me during freshman year. After that incident, I woke up screaming in the middle of the night from a nightmare about a giant cockroach kissing me. I've experienced extreme bullying so much that I've become used to it, though it still got underneath my skin sometimes. Now I'm a son living with a widowed,alcoholic father who will always verbally abuse me if he has a chance to. Though I've to endure this practically everyday, it ached my heart the most when the 6 words of knives "Your mother should've aborted you" were thrown at me from my dad. My dad was never like this. The wise, loving papa is gone after the death of my mom. My loving dad is gone, along with my mom. Yet, what hurts me the most isn't the bullying or my father criticizing, but realizing when a person who would always lighten me up even at the darkest days is gone. We baked laughed, and did other mother-son stuffs together. Before she met her demise, we'd already created a thousand of human origami. Oh, I forgot to mention that I had this passion(an obsession to be honest) for making a flat human origami when I was 5 years old. I named each one of them "Jimmy" and would put 100 of them inside each boxes.

After escaping from the deepest level of hell we call school, I went home preparing for another battle with my dad's bombardment of insults. As I opened the door the smell of alcohol wafted around the room. I saw my dad with his tank-top lying stupidly on the beige sofa.
"Dad I'm home" I said as I got in the house
"Didn't buy that bottle of spirit I told yo to" uttered my dad with a raspy voice.
"But dad...I think you better cut down drinking.."
It was that moment I knew the battle was about to begin.
"YOU INSOLENT CHILD, DIDN'T I TELL TO BETTER SHUT YO LITTLE MOUTH UP WHEN YOUR CRAPPY EXCUSE WAS ABOUT TO BE CRAPPED OUT OF YOUR MOUTH.  OH WELL   DIDN'T YOU CARRY YOUR BUTT TO THE WELFARE. I GUESS NOT. LET ME TELL YOU SOMETHING, YOU'RE REALLY SCREWING WITH ME AND MY MONEY HERE. I BET YOUR MOTHER KILLED HERSELF BECAUSE OF YOU."
My patience was completely thrown from the window by the last sentence. My blood was boiling hotter than a tea kettle.  Funnily, I had enough gut to hurl my left Adidas sneaker straight to my dad's head.
"You little-"
You can already expect what's gonna happen next. My dad got out of the sofa eager to beat the crap out of me. With good reflex, I quicly dashed upstairs and then to my room like Sonic the hedgehog. I locked my door as soon as I got inside. Then, I could hear him pummeling the door like a maniac.
"YOU BASTARD, BETTER BE CAREFUL WHAT IMMA DO WITH YOU"
Again, you're expecting me to be freaking out or having a panic attack right now. Well, for your information, my door is a super hard timber door that will make you doubt that....what's that green creature called again? Oh, Mr. Green Hulk could even destroy that. Meanwhile my dad was behind the door blurting out insults, I was changing my hoodie and sweatpants to my T-shirt and shorts like nothing's happened. My dad temper finally subsided and left. Oh boy, another average hectic day for an unfortunate boy.
After I had my turkey sandwich for dinner, I went back to my room again to do my homework. Wait... I forgot it's Friday today. Great.... everyday just seems the same to me. Out of the blue, I had an urge to check the origami my mother that I did inside the wardrobe. I get this urge sometimes when I want to feel nostalgic. It may trigger my feeling of longing for someone who died. But as eccentric as I am, I just do it if I want to.
I opened the box, which contained the most recent origami. As soon as I removed the lid, the familiar fragrance swept across my face and through my nostrils. I immediately  had a flashback of me when I was five and my mom laughing as we were folding origami.
"Mama, can I call him Jimmy" Toddler me said with a strong lisp. Yet, as amazing as my mother was, she could understand me. Not even a single lispy word of me could raise her eyebrow.
"Yes, honey, what about the others."
"Jimmy," Oh I forgot that was the first when I actually made my eyebrows went up.
" Another Jimmy?"
"I want more and more Jimmy, mama." I said with a mildly sulky tone.
"Ok..Ok as you want my boy."
Tears were cascading from my hazel, misty eyes. I don't have anyone. Nobody loves me anymore . the one I awfully need is dead.  Is there a point to live anymore? I'm just feel so sick. What mistake did I made to deserve this. I would never find a light in the tunnel. It's hopeless now.
It's was the middle of the night and I'm here sobbing. It was an explicable pain consuming me right now. A pointless feeling of longing for someone who would love you, welcome you with an opened wings, or lighten you with even in the darkest days. I was crying so much that my hands were flooding with tears.
Suddenly, The wardrobe inside my room started shaking a little. Confused and curious, I trod away from my bed and was about to open the doors of the maroon wardrobe. Before I even laid my hand on the door, thousands of origami shot out of the wardrobe then started swirling above my room like a flock of white birds got sucked inside a hurricane Katrina. I couldn't even fathom whenthe origami humans were unfolded into A4 creased papers. Slowly, the flock ascends on the floor. The A4 papers were gradually forming two sticks...wait no those are legs!! Over the legs they were forming a torso, head, and eventually a hair. Shoot!! It's a paper human. My confused state went to almost-peed-my-pants when the paper boy started to move.