Eternally

Eins

Summer had come and left. It was a long journey and it was finally Michael Cobban's last year at college.

The curly, raven haired male was sitting in a library, staring at an old, dusty book in his hands, not actually paying attention to the words they would bear.

He had just started his first day at second year college and he already had a detention for Friday. He had lost his cool. Again. One more time.

The ocean blue eyed male was sat on a cold, crusty and uncomfortable chair, facing away from the rest of the library. It was quite empty this cold, September morning. And he was glad that he had nobody staring at him again.

He hated staring. His teachers would stare at him often, as if he had Idiot written all over his face. He hated staring. Hence why he lost his cool with his Music teacher.

"What are you staring at?" Mikey had asked, his eyes immediately narrowing at the tall, elderly man in front of him. His cold blue eyes sparked hot with anger.

"Mr Cobban, please manner up your respect. " replied the older man, crossing his arms, the lines of stress and tiredness visible on his forehead.

"So what? You're the one staring at me." Mikey growled. He was a really nice person. Yet he always found the wrong people. The problem was those who influenced him to be this way.

"Mr Cobban, quit it." Replied hotly his teacher, narrowing his eyes back.

"Then stop looking at me and go back to doing your job. Isn't that what you are bloody getting payed to do?" Mikey shouted.

The teacher glared at him angrily.

"Detention on Friday. From 4 til 5.30."

With that, Mikey grabbed his bags and things and stormed off, his anger increased as each minute passed.

He stood up from his seating position, having been there for hours. He had skipped the day. He didn't want to see anyone. Why would people treat him like that? Staring and laughter. It caused him to go blind in anger. Something he couldn't control. Yet he wish he did.

The young man slammed the library door open, walking out of it. He didn't know where he was going. He just didn't want to go to lessons at all. It was something that he was hating more than his own life.

Life sucks.

School sucks.

Teachers suck.

Everyone sucks.

Everything sucks.

Doesn't it? It felt like it to him. Everything always crashed down on him. He used to care about everyone. He was always there for everyone when they most needed him. He would always help people with their work and teach them how to do something. He was the school's Golden boy.

But that changed. And it wasn't going to come back. Because all of the people who stepped on him, who kicked him, who took advantage of him, who crushed him and hurt him had caused change. And Mikey couldn't forgive anymore.

He ran out of forgiveness cards.

Mikey knew that he should at least care about his education. It's his last year, for God's sake.
But he didn't care at all. He couldn't care less. And whoever cared made him care even less and less.

It sucks.

Everything and everyone.

But it's life.

He found himself in front of the common room, hearing hushed voices inside. He walked in, throwing himself onto a chair, immediately causing the whole room to go quiet at his presence.

They all looked at him every now and then then looked away.

Mikey just wanted this all to stop. 2 years since that caring Mikey left. His innocence was still there. His love was still there. Yet it was trapped inside a box, guarded by flaming two sided swords inside his heart.

Never to be seen again.

The icy male looked at the people who had stared at him.
"What the hell do you want? " he said hotly.

Some may say he was just a spoilt exaggerated kid.

But he wasn't spoilt. The only way he could get his feelings across was by snapping at people. And that was how it was.

That was life.

And surely nothing could change it. Because he wouldn't allow any of it.

After all, who would care about what he had to say? Nobody.

All those nights crying in his sleep, cuddling air because he had nothing left. All those nights of fear, memories engulfing his head. All those days he would get hurt, and pushed and kicked. All those days that made him cry and feel worthless.

Tables had turned.
And just how he wanted it.

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Hello everyone!!! It's me back with another story! Don't throw tomatoes at me. Please. I am planning in getting rid of most stories I have or put up to adoption or something. The unfinished ones. Because I know I wont be able to keep going.

Anyway. I began to write another book. I don't know where I got the inspiration from. I don't know if I will be able to encourage myself to update.
I have time, just I can't get myself to write.

Back to this. I hope you enjoyed the very first chapter of Eternally because I did myself. Hopefully I will have might to keep updating.
Byeeeeeee ♡♡♡