ENDLESS

chapter 1

Max Williams P.O.V

    Wind, only the cold breeze that I feel on my damp skin. Harsh winds thrashing against my damp clothing, sending chills down my spine. As I glance around the chilly night. The midnight air makes me freeze to death. Possible, I'm unsure maybe it's just my brain telling me that I am. Well, I hope I am dying. Honestly that will be amazing just the feeling of being no one and nothing at the same time makes me happy just thinking about it.

My name is Max William, I know a weird last name, trust me I am very much aware. The reason I'm damp and walking around during this dull night is because I have bullies. I always have, they practically follow me to every school I go to these past few years. This is my 5th time my dad and I have moved. You see, I have never been the luckiest person alive but then again who ever is? That's impossible even if you are a god or you call yourself a god. I personally don't believe in a god, if there was one why would this world be so shitty? Is this for his own sick internment? Or something darker and sinister? Does he find pleasure in the people that die daily? Is there even an afterlife or are you just reborn and sent back out? A constant endless painful circle that will never end, even if you tried.

The feeling of my wet, broken down shoes against the concrete as they make wet squishing sounds as if I stepped on an orange, so annoying, why is everything so bothersome- as I stepped up the crooked steps of my house I gently turned the knob of the door. Not wanting to awake anyone that may be sleeping inside. As I walk into the house I regret that I didn't take off my shoes before entering, as far as I can tell there is the only sound that echoes throughout the dark place I call my home- well it's not much of a home anyways, just some place I lay down to rest in. My eyebrow twitched from the inconvenience. I quickly took them off, I noticed the TV still on, lighting up the dark living room. For some odd reason all the lights are off in the house, I wonder if my dad is drunk or brought someone home again tonight. Not thinking much of it or thinking threw it whatsoever I took a peek into the living room, shockingly he wasn't there, he almost never leaves the house unless its work or beer. Even though my father isn't home I can still smell the alcohol in the air, scrunching my nose and going to the kitchen, searching for at least something that is edible or even just a few days past date. Annoyed at the fact that there's only beer cans and spilled over strange smelling liquid, unsure of what it is and fearing what it can be I quickly close the fridge, heaving a heavy sigh. I head up the creaking and broken stairs straight to my room.

Opening the crooked door, letting out a long high pitched groan I walked into the barely furnished room, it only held a bed, a broken down dresser and a night stand, only a few clothes lay on the tattered bed from the previous night. Sighing softly I lay down on top of my thin blanket that lays on top of my bed. My sore muscles tensed slightly as I closed my eyes, dreading the day that will soon be approaching.