The Boy with No Name

No time like the present

Fast forward to now. 

I'm 17, jobless, have no mum, no love life whatsoever (who needs it anyway) and spend all of my time either reading or writing books and my brother still goes missing.But now, its worse

You can smell the drugs on him, and the stench of alcohol follows him wherever he goes. He returns in a mindless state, mumbling vague words, that he spits out at random, along with a shit load of puke. His clothes are always torn and dirty, his hair a mess, and his face full of hair scruff. Dad and I always try and turn him around, introduce him to some friends, give him some gifts, spend time with him.

But he always spins the other way again.

At school, I have two close friends. Tami (yup, the fairy wings accident one) and Jason, (who prefers to be called Jase, because its "cooler").  

One day, we're sitting at lunch, munching on the cafeteria food ( which i would rather starve than eat but its "mandatory" when I see him. 

He's sitting on the bench, sandy hair swept back in a loose ponytail, his blue eyes gazing dwon at his sandwhich, staring at it with intensity of a teacher staring down a child. I can see that he's some place different, not in this universe, probably stuck in some past memory.

I glance at Tami, who's trying to engage Jase in a conversion about her "moral political stance on whether voting should be compulsory" But he's to busy staring at Luke, his crush since grade three.

I nudge Tam in her ribs and gesture to her, where he sits. She glances up and looks up over at him. "who is he?" she asks, a confused look on her face. 

I give her a look. 

"haha very funny. Look, he's all alone, should we sit with him?" i ask, looking over at him again.

Now its her turn to give me a look. "We don't even know him!"

Okay, this is getting weird.

"Uh, he's been going to this school for years!" I exlaim "remember? His name is..."

I pause. 

Shit, what is his name?

I go to say his name again, but nothing comes out. 

I know his name, I've written letters and then burned them, addressed to him ( No falling in love for me)

I've written thousands of diary entries, with him being the main star.

My diary! Thats the answer!

Tami's still looking at me with a weird look on her face. Half glancing at me and.. and... whatever his name is. I stand up, forcefully, double over then say "Urgh! My heads pounding! Im gonna go home" And sprint out of the room, with Tami looking at me with slight alarm, probably wondering when her best friend went insane.