Creep

Chapter Five

And I sing songs about the past. How I was raised and I was thrown out on my ass, cause I didn't care about going to school. And I saw the look in her eyes. My mother nearly cried when I had told her that I had wanted to go, just to prove them wrong. I've been smoking cigarettes since I was only fourteen. Just to find an escape from this town that was so mean to me.~Never Shout Never

The clock struck 5:00am, the time I was suppose to wake up for school. I finally got up from the sofa and took a look in the mirror. My eyes were blood shot, my cheeks still moist, my whole face swollen and pink.

I heard a knock on the bathroom door, "Honey," started my mother, "did you want to stay home with me today?"

"Uh, n-no. I-I'm fine." I stuttered.

For some strange reason I felt an urge to go, just to see Ethan. And, even though she makes me more nervous than anything else, I still felt the need to see her. Like just her presence would help me feel better.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"I'm gonna pack your inhaler in your back pack just in case then, okay?"

And with that I heard another knock on the door. But this time, I didn't have a chance to open it because Bernice welcomed herself right in.

"Henderson, why does your face look so...you didn't, did you?"

I nodded.

"Is everything alright?" She asked concerned.

I nodded.

"Good, good. Going to school?"

I nodded.

I'm always surprised at how my neck doesn't just snap off from all the nodding I do.

I then collected the clothes to complete my outfit for the day, pretty much the same as the day before, but instead of a black shirt I wore a Green Day band tee.

Soon enough, I was finished getting ready. All that was left to do was get the Nevermind CD out of the Target bag, convert it into my back pack, and take my medication.

When I found the CD I only had two minutes to get to the bus stop, so I packed my pills up to take later.

When I reached the bus stop I received, yet again teasing, "Aw, look at faggot boy and his little girl friend!"

I turned around and saw that Ethan was right behind me.

"That doesn't even make any sense. He cannot be a 'faggot' if he has a 'girlfriend'. A faggot is a male homosexual." Ethan defended.

Just when they were about to reply with a clever comeback, the bus came, thank The Lord.

I entered the bus last, allowing Ethan to choose our seat for today, she wondered all the way to the back, and I followed.

"Can you believe the guts of those girls, they are so rude! How do you deal with that everyday?" Ethan ranted.

"I-I don't know, I just ignore them is all." I explained.

"Wow, I wish I could be more like you." She cried.

"I don't think you do."

Did I just say that aloud? What is wrong with you Henderson?

"And, why is that?" She asked, the usual smile on her face. Then I tried to avoid her question. She cleared her throat, obviously trying to get my attention.

I shrugged.

"One day, one day soon, I oath to you, Henderson McAllister, I will figure you out. And I never lie." she spoke mischievously.