Why did I end up with the Idiots?!, chapter 10
*** Monday, June the 16th 2004 ***
Jesus woke up around 6 in the morning and got ready for hell. (a. K. A school! )
He would have that stupid meeting on his lunch so he had to eat fast then...
First class: art...
That was kinda good...
They just had to paint freely cuz' the real teacher was sick or something, so Jesus found himself painting the cartoon character he had almost forgotten: Saint Jimmy...
Tunny was there today... He mostly skipped all classes but not this day...
They didn't even look at each other...
After that Jesus had gym class.
He didn't have his clothes with him so he continued to paint Jimmy... It was fun.
But at the recess after that he got beat up by the sport nerds...
Then he had math... And bruisers...
Not his strong subject... He kinda hated it... And the teacher kinda hated him...
And hour filled with weird symbols and numbers and shit... He just wanted to die!
And then: lunch.
He eat some salad before he realized he was going to be late...
He ran to the principals office and opened the door.
Mom and Brad were already there...
"Eh... Sorry I'm late... I had to get something to eat and then I forgot the time and... "
"Just sit down, Jesus." His principal mister Woods said and pointed at a chair.
Jesus knew that Woods hated him...
He just sat down quiet and nicely...
"Okay... Then we can start... " mister Woods said and began an hour long torture for Jesus as he talked about his grades and the times he skipped class and all the times he got detention and so on and on...
Jesus could see how Brad enjoyed it...
To get to hear everything that Jesus did wrong...
Once again, Jesus just wanted to die...
"Your son has also... " mister Woods started after all torture.
"I'm not THEIR son! I'm my mothers son... Maria's son... " Jesus muttered and looked angrily at mister Woods.
"Yes, yes... Well, anyway Jesus has shown bad temper, physiological instability, violent reactions... " he continued.
"Well, what was I supposed to do?! The fuckers was about to rob me and kick my ass! It was self defense!" Jesus said and jumped up from his seat.
"Jesus, honey... Sit down... Take it easy." Maria sighted.
"Well, the nice young men you said was going to attack you have told me that you just attacked them... " Mister Woods said and looked at Jesus with that I-Know-Better-Then-You look...
"Well, they're lying! But I forgot... They're the good boys right? One of them is your nephew too, right? But then... Why do I get all this bruisers and cuts?" Jesus asked and showed the marks of the physical torture he had to stand out with in school...
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you did them yourself... " mister Woods simply answered.
Maria looked shocked.
"How dare you!" she screamed. "My baby would never hurt himself! And why would he?!"
"To get attention... " Brad laughed.
"Hell no! I just want to be left alone!" Jesus yelled, as he realized who he got the strong reactions from... "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?! I' NOT disturbed! I'm not sick! There's nothing wrong with me! This is how I'm supposed to be!"
"Then why are you on Ritalin, young man? I actually think it would be better for everyone if you went to a special school and... " mister Woods continued.
"What?!" Maria said in shock. "You're not taking my baby!"
"Honey, he's old enough to handle himself... " Brad started but she cut him off.
"You knew! You worthless son of a bitch, you knew the whole time that mister Woods wanted to send my baby away! No one is taking my baby away!" she was getting a bit hysteric..
"Don't you talk too me that way!" Brad yelled.
"Brad... I think it's better if you just go home. Take the car and go home. We're talking about MY son and I think I can handle it myself... " Maria and looked Brad straight in the eyes.
"Fine!" Brad muttered and walked out of the office.
Maria stood still.
Jesus could see how she was boiling of irritation...
"Mom... I think it's better if we kinda paused. Maybe get some air?" he said as he walked up to her.
She just nodded and started walking too the door.
Jesus turned around and looked at mister Woods.
He nodded... With other words they were allowed to take break.
They walked out in the hallway.
Maria was still mad...
"I just can't believe that... Argh!" she muttered. "And that they don't believe you? They can go and fuck themselves!"
Jesus was shocked...
He had never seen his Mom be so mad... Or heard her swear.
But he didn't have time too answer before a familiar voice called out his name.
It was Jess... In school! (she had jumped out you know... )
She came running down the hallway, looking really happy.
She had tight black t-shirt with a white skull on it, and dark blue short skirt.
Her short, lavender colored hair was in a total mess but in a nice way, and she had a lot of eyeliner and black lipstick...
She looked so happy... Her green eyes almost shined of happiness!
"Jesus! I took the test! I'm not pregnant!" she said and hugged him.
Maria and all the other people around them looked really strange at Jesus and Jess...
Jess didn't really notice.
She just laughed.
Then she saw him...
Tunny came down the other side of the hallway...
He hadn't seen her yet but it was just a matter of time.
"Oh, my God! I can't see him right now!" she mumbled before she turned around and ran.
"Jessica!" Jesus screamed and ran after.
Maria and Tunny came running after them too...
Jesus followed Jess through the main door.
"Jess, for fucks sake... " he started but he was cut off by the sound of a braking car and a bump...
Then everything was in like slow-motion...
He understood that Jess just had ran straight out in the street...
A car stood still right in front of him... He knew that car...
It was Brads!
He saw Brad standing by the driver's door... Staring at something in front of the car...
A person... Dressed in black and blue... Jess...
Jesus ran to her.
She was still alive.
"Oh, shit! Somebody call a fucking ambulance!" he screamed as his tears started to roll down his face. "Jess? Can you hear me?"
"Jesus? It hurts... Why does it hurt? I... I can't remember... " she whispered.
She was bleeding from her lip and some scratches on her face.
He looked at her body.
She had scratches all over her arms and legs...
And Jesus suspected that her left arm was broken.
And he also suspected that she had a broken rib...
She had broken one of her left ribs before and it was very fragile...
"Jess... You were hit by a car... But you'll be fine! We're just waiting for the ambulance... "
"But it hurts... Don't want it to hurt!" she cried.
"I know... But it'll be okay... The ambulance is coming soon... And they'll take you too the hospital and then they'll fix you... "
All around them he could hear people talk...
And it was not like: "Oh, my God! Is she hurt?" or "Oh, my! I hope that guy that hit her gets in jail!"
No!
It was just the bad stuff!
As always... Bad stuff....
"Did Jesus chase her out on the road?" he heard one girl say.
"I think that, Jess, slept with Jesus... I mean she said something about pregnancy tests in the hallway before she ran... " Jesus heard a guy say.
"I bet that's not real tears... "
"I think she jumped off because of him... "
"Heard he's on medication and that she has a drinking problem"
"Did you see them on Linda's party? He was all over Linda! And she dragged some guy in to a closet!"
"I bet he's insane or something... I mean he's clearly stupid if he chased a girl out on the road then cries by her side... "
All this and much more Jesus heard as he sat there...
All this started to fill him like poison.
Rushing through his veins...
Infecting his heart...
He cried and tried to shut the voices out, but it failed...
How could the others do this?
Just stand there... Talking shit, when Jess was lying on the ground?!
He could hear the ambulance...
He saw it and a police car come against them...
The cops got out and talked too some people before they woke Brad up and arrested him for "careless action in traffic" or something like that...
And the ambulance guys came and put Jess in the ambulance and drove away almost straight away.
One of the cops, officer Carson, came up to Jesus and started to ask a lot of questions...
"What happened? Did she just run straight out in the road? Why did she run?" and so on and on...
Jesus didn't listen...
After just standing there a while he ran...
Away from the school.
Away from the cop.
Away from his Mom, principal Woods, Tunny and everyone...
He couldn't take it anymore!
Jess, was on her way to the hospital, he and Tunny didn't talk and everyone else was going to tell that cop a lot of bullshit and it would become his fault...
It was all too much...
So he ran home...
Up to his room, where he just packet everything he thought he would need...
Clothes and all that... Cash and his beloved guitars...
He went downstairs but just as he was going to open the door he turned around and went in to the kitchen.
He took a little note and wrote:
I'm sorry Mom... But its better this way.
Love,
// Jesus
Then he went to the "secret place."
Some years ago he had started to save up for a car...
He got some old crappy thing on four wheels with an engine and was happy with that...
But he didn't tell anyone...
He had hid it at an abandoned garage by the outside of town...
Now he walked there...
With his tears running down his face the whole time.
Got in the car... And drove away...
But it would be better like this...
EVERYONE would have it MUCH better without him...
They always said it was something wrong with him and now they didn't have too deal with those "faults" anymore...
He headed towards L. A...
Leaving behind, a hurricane of lies...
Jesus woke up around 6 in the morning and got ready for hell. (a. K. A school! )
He would have that stupid meeting on his lunch so he had to eat fast then...
First class: art...
That was kinda good...
They just had to paint freely cuz' the real teacher was sick or something, so Jesus found himself painting the cartoon character he had almost forgotten: Saint Jimmy...
Tunny was there today... He mostly skipped all classes but not this day...
They didn't even look at each other...
After that Jesus had gym class.
He didn't have his clothes with him so he continued to paint Jimmy... It was fun.
But at the recess after that he got beat up by the sport nerds...
Then he had math... And bruisers...
Not his strong subject... He kinda hated it... And the teacher kinda hated him...
And hour filled with weird symbols and numbers and shit... He just wanted to die!
And then: lunch.
He eat some salad before he realized he was going to be late...
He ran to the principals office and opened the door.
Mom and Brad were already there...
"Eh... Sorry I'm late... I had to get something to eat and then I forgot the time and... "
"Just sit down, Jesus." His principal mister Woods said and pointed at a chair.
Jesus knew that Woods hated him...
He just sat down quiet and nicely...
"Okay... Then we can start... " mister Woods said and began an hour long torture for Jesus as he talked about his grades and the times he skipped class and all the times he got detention and so on and on...
Jesus could see how Brad enjoyed it...
To get to hear everything that Jesus did wrong...
Once again, Jesus just wanted to die...
"Your son has also... " mister Woods started after all torture.
"I'm not THEIR son! I'm my mothers son... Maria's son... " Jesus muttered and looked angrily at mister Woods.
"Yes, yes... Well, anyway Jesus has shown bad temper, physiological instability, violent reactions... " he continued.
"Well, what was I supposed to do?! The fuckers was about to rob me and kick my ass! It was self defense!" Jesus said and jumped up from his seat.
"Jesus, honey... Sit down... Take it easy." Maria sighted.
"Well, the nice young men you said was going to attack you have told me that you just attacked them... " Mister Woods said and looked at Jesus with that I-Know-Better-Then-You look...
"Well, they're lying! But I forgot... They're the good boys right? One of them is your nephew too, right? But then... Why do I get all this bruisers and cuts?" Jesus asked and showed the marks of the physical torture he had to stand out with in school...
"Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you did them yourself... " mister Woods simply answered.
Maria looked shocked.
"How dare you!" she screamed. "My baby would never hurt himself! And why would he?!"
"To get attention... " Brad laughed.
"Hell no! I just want to be left alone!" Jesus yelled, as he realized who he got the strong reactions from... "Why can't everyone just leave me alone?! I' NOT disturbed! I'm not sick! There's nothing wrong with me! This is how I'm supposed to be!"
"Then why are you on Ritalin, young man? I actually think it would be better for everyone if you went to a special school and... " mister Woods continued.
"What?!" Maria said in shock. "You're not taking my baby!"
"Honey, he's old enough to handle himself... " Brad started but she cut him off.
"You knew! You worthless son of a bitch, you knew the whole time that mister Woods wanted to send my baby away! No one is taking my baby away!" she was getting a bit hysteric..
"Don't you talk too me that way!" Brad yelled.
"Brad... I think it's better if you just go home. Take the car and go home. We're talking about MY son and I think I can handle it myself... " Maria and looked Brad straight in the eyes.
"Fine!" Brad muttered and walked out of the office.
Maria stood still.
Jesus could see how she was boiling of irritation...
"Mom... I think it's better if we kinda paused. Maybe get some air?" he said as he walked up to her.
She just nodded and started walking too the door.
Jesus turned around and looked at mister Woods.
He nodded... With other words they were allowed to take break.
They walked out in the hallway.
Maria was still mad...
"I just can't believe that... Argh!" she muttered. "And that they don't believe you? They can go and fuck themselves!"
Jesus was shocked...
He had never seen his Mom be so mad... Or heard her swear.
But he didn't have time too answer before a familiar voice called out his name.
It was Jess... In school! (she had jumped out you know... )
She came running down the hallway, looking really happy.
She had tight black t-shirt with a white skull on it, and dark blue short skirt.
Her short, lavender colored hair was in a total mess but in a nice way, and she had a lot of eyeliner and black lipstick...
She looked so happy... Her green eyes almost shined of happiness!
"Jesus! I took the test! I'm not pregnant!" she said and hugged him.
Maria and all the other people around them looked really strange at Jesus and Jess...
Jess didn't really notice.
She just laughed.
Then she saw him...
Tunny came down the other side of the hallway...
He hadn't seen her yet but it was just a matter of time.
"Oh, my God! I can't see him right now!" she mumbled before she turned around and ran.
"Jessica!" Jesus screamed and ran after.
Maria and Tunny came running after them too...
Jesus followed Jess through the main door.
"Jess, for fucks sake... " he started but he was cut off by the sound of a braking car and a bump...
Then everything was in like slow-motion...
He understood that Jess just had ran straight out in the street...
A car stood still right in front of him... He knew that car...
It was Brads!
He saw Brad standing by the driver's door... Staring at something in front of the car...
A person... Dressed in black and blue... Jess...
Jesus ran to her.
She was still alive.
"Oh, shit! Somebody call a fucking ambulance!" he screamed as his tears started to roll down his face. "Jess? Can you hear me?"
"Jesus? It hurts... Why does it hurt? I... I can't remember... " she whispered.
She was bleeding from her lip and some scratches on her face.
He looked at her body.
She had scratches all over her arms and legs...
And Jesus suspected that her left arm was broken.
And he also suspected that she had a broken rib...
She had broken one of her left ribs before and it was very fragile...
"Jess... You were hit by a car... But you'll be fine! We're just waiting for the ambulance... "
"But it hurts... Don't want it to hurt!" she cried.
"I know... But it'll be okay... The ambulance is coming soon... And they'll take you too the hospital and then they'll fix you... "
All around them he could hear people talk...
And it was not like: "Oh, my God! Is she hurt?" or "Oh, my! I hope that guy that hit her gets in jail!"
No!
It was just the bad stuff!
As always... Bad stuff....
"Did Jesus chase her out on the road?" he heard one girl say.
"I think that, Jess, slept with Jesus... I mean she said something about pregnancy tests in the hallway before she ran... " Jesus heard a guy say.
"I bet that's not real tears... "
"I think she jumped off because of him... "
"Heard he's on medication and that she has a drinking problem"
"Did you see them on Linda's party? He was all over Linda! And she dragged some guy in to a closet!"
"I bet he's insane or something... I mean he's clearly stupid if he chased a girl out on the road then cries by her side... "
All this and much more Jesus heard as he sat there...
All this started to fill him like poison.
Rushing through his veins...
Infecting his heart...
He cried and tried to shut the voices out, but it failed...
How could the others do this?
Just stand there... Talking shit, when Jess was lying on the ground?!
He could hear the ambulance...
He saw it and a police car come against them...
The cops got out and talked too some people before they woke Brad up and arrested him for "careless action in traffic" or something like that...
And the ambulance guys came and put Jess in the ambulance and drove away almost straight away.
One of the cops, officer Carson, came up to Jesus and started to ask a lot of questions...
"What happened? Did she just run straight out in the road? Why did she run?" and so on and on...
Jesus didn't listen...
After just standing there a while he ran...
Away from the school.
Away from the cop.
Away from his Mom, principal Woods, Tunny and everyone...
He couldn't take it anymore!
Jess, was on her way to the hospital, he and Tunny didn't talk and everyone else was going to tell that cop a lot of bullshit and it would become his fault...
It was all too much...
So he ran home...
Up to his room, where he just packet everything he thought he would need...
Clothes and all that... Cash and his beloved guitars...
He went downstairs but just as he was going to open the door he turned around and went in to the kitchen.
He took a little note and wrote:
I'm sorry Mom... But its better this way.
Love,
// Jesus
Then he went to the "secret place."
Some years ago he had started to save up for a car...
He got some old crappy thing on four wheels with an engine and was happy with that...
But he didn't tell anyone...
He had hid it at an abandoned garage by the outside of town...
Now he walked there...
With his tears running down his face the whole time.
Got in the car... And drove away...
But it would be better like this...
EVERYONE would have it MUCH better without him...
They always said it was something wrong with him and now they didn't have too deal with those "faults" anymore...
He headed towards L. A...
Leaving behind, a hurricane of lies...
