Blacklight

Talk is cheap

*singing starts*

...

...

*singing intensifies, as if it is getting closer*

''Do you ever feel me''

''Do you ever look deep down inside''

A female voice exclaims in the distance, '' Get off the stage'' ...

*The boy proceeds to rip out his earphones, embarassed*

He shouts, ''Sorry''

*a group of boys walk by*

*a mix of voices murmur comments about him*

''H-hey, isn't that the-''

*he is muffled by his companion*

''Shh, yeah but Jacob, do you mind keeping your voice down, you'll get us-''

*he steps in*

''Get us what?''

*paralysed, they walk away in the opposite direction*

*he sighs in discontent*

*A single tear, in no hurry; drips slowly from the tip of his collar into a puddle*

*he wipes it swiftly as to not draw attention to his eyes*

*in doing so, he rubs them frantically and they turn red*

*A teacher rushes towards him at an incredible speed, as if she was waiting*

''OH, THE HORROR, you ... YOU, MARCH YOUNG MAN, MARCH TO SOLITARY, NOW!''

''WE CAN'T HAVE PEOPLE DOING DRUGS IN THIS EDUCATORY INSTITUTION''

*she shouts, deafeningly as she stares into his eyes with righteous anger*

''But mi-''

*he pauses and then does as he is told as not to provoke further ear-piercing shouting*

*on his way to the front entrance of the building, a young girl whose very face captivates all that is beautiful in life runs over to him and say-*

''You dropped your pen Ravensburg!''

''Th-thanks Sarah''

*thinks to self: what kind of a surname is that ... as if i don't get hassled enough ...*

''Aha *she chuckles playfully* it's no biggie''

''Well ... I- *he mutters and storms through the doors, runs to the head office and grips the door with his back in fear*''

''Curse my head, always tripping over itself, it's as if my brain is a pair of tangled earphones''

''I never know what to say to that girl, maybe if I-''

*he is interrupted by the superintendant*

*he screams at the man wearing the pristine suit*

''WHAT?, WHAT NOW!?''

*this was a bad idea*

''I've done it now .....''

''You walk, WALK, come, come, now, come now, quickly, CHIN UP, we cannot have you giving us a bad reputation''

*he replies*''Why not? it's all lies anyways, sooner or later; people will stop letting you feed them your version of the truth like this''

''How ... dare yo-''

''How dare I? you ask?, how dare you rest the wrongdoings OF MY FATHER UPON MY BACK WITH LITTLE REASON''

''Listen here, BOY, we *clears throat*, I have no intentio-''

''No, I know ... believe me, i've heard it all before, you never do''

''Raise your voice towards me once again, I dare you''

''YOU'RE A F-''

*he paces around the chair that the boy is seated in so comfortably, it's as if he had been sitting there his whole life*

''Your wrist ...''

''Hold it out''

''No, no I won't-''

''Now ... Mr. Burg''

''I-*gives in*''

*he reaches in to turn his wrist around, he rolls his sleeve up in one, quick, movement*

*there is a band of string, twisting around a seperate band, the bi-coloured bands are entwined, one coloured black, one coloured white*

*the tip of his finger arrives on the surface of his wrist and he feels a cold sensation in the depths of his throat*

''Leave ... *he walks towards the window and stares out of it with both hands behind his back*''

''But-''

''LEAVE! ... ''*he points towards the door and shudders*''

*as he walks out of the office slowly, he notices Sarah, glancing at him, shortly after popping around the corner*

*she winks, suddenly, he drops his pen; after picking it up ... she is no longer there*

*he shivers and heads to the next lesson, not a word was spoken ...*