The Origin Of Eyeless Jack

It was any normal day, at 5:00 a.m. I was waiting for the bus to deliver me to such given location right when it showed up. Alas, I didn’t recognize the driver, for our normal driver was home sick. I proceed to board the bus. As I climb up the steps, a kid asks me to look at him. I ignore him, pulling my hoodie over my head proceeding to my seat. I fall hard, realizing he tripped me. I mutter ” You’ll regret that, ” then stand to walk towards my seat. As I sit, the kid asks ” What do you mean, i’ll regret it? ” I laugh then proceed to say ” You’ll see. ” ” Shut Up, freak. ” he replies. I ignore him and stare out the window as our bus begins to move. Not 20 feet later, there is a loud crashing noise and a piercing thrust. My head goes through the window, the glass through my eyes. I swiftly pull the shattered glass out of my eye sockets. Right then and there, I am staring at my eyes on a piece of glass. I couldn’t explain it. How could I? I turned to see the same kid that tripped me on my way to my seat. He screams in disgust at me. I get a weird feeling, one of which I can’t explain. A feeling.. where i just wanted to hurt. I knew it wouldn’t heal my pain but it just seemed the most rational solution. I threw the glass to his eye causing him to scream, louder than everyone on this bus. I take my backpack off and stand, but I feel a sharp pain in my lower back. My kidneys, this pain comes from my father, john. He smoked, cigarettes since he was 14 and I have dealt with second-hand smoke till last year. When he died. Apparently, he was killed in his sleep with a knife, and everyone said the cigs would kill him first. I felt anger and pain and I rushed the driver. Just then I feel my lower back in even MORE pain. i turn to see a fellow student has pulled a pocket knife on me. A collector's edition swiss gear.