Yet Another...American Idiot, chapter 3
Jesus woke up at around eight o' clock in the morning, annoyed by his nightmares although he couldn't clearly recall any of them. He had woken up because of them several dozen times and was in a bad mood. Not because of lack of sleep, just because of being woken up. He spotted the huge bottle of alcohol and opened it. He took a few gulps and cursed his mom a few times. Then he took some more gulps of alcohol and slowly fell asleep. He woke up in a much better mood and heard crying coming from a room. It was Aidan.
He rushed over. Luckily, it was still so early that he was quickly able to make Aidan fall asleep. Jesus put Aidan carefully in his bed 'It's so fucking ridiculous for a baby to have to sleep in a fucking bed' he thought, shaking his head. He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Before it closed completely, he caught sight of a broken barbie doll, a teddy bear that had a long rip in the head out of which stuffing poked out, a small red car with only one wheel, and a calculator. (Obviously, since Aidan was 1 and a half years old, he couldn't use it, and besides it wasn't any fun at all. ) Tears sprang into Jesus's eyes and he glanced at the young boy, who was sleeping peacefully, without a care in the world. He looked like a baby angel. A solitary tear fell down Jesus's cheek as he climbed downstairs, careful not to wake his mother up, because if he did she would probably beat up his little brothers.
She was still on the couch, but now she was alone. He was glad to see she was dressed, because he couldn't handle taking care of more than two kids. She was snoring so loudly, he was surprised she didn't wake herself up with the noise. He opened the door and left the house. The sign reading 'jeesos NOT ALLOWED within this house hold' was still up.
He took yet another walk and ended up in some sort of mansion. He remembered that these people made commercials, (which he considered to be an insane waste of time) so he grabbed a nearby stick and broke all the windows of each and every one of their 12 cars. He laughed as the car alarms rang and glass flew at him, cutting his bare arms since he was wearing a T-shirt. People ran outside, all of them in bathrobes over their long-sleeved pajamas, and stared at him, too scared to move. He took out a bottle of something from the pocket of his jeans and graffited all over one of their cars (it was permanent) right in front of them. Then he held up both his middle fingers to them and walked back home, grinning.
Halfway there, he switched his mind, and went instead to the nearest 7-11. Predictably, there was one of his gangs, his favorite, in fact, The Damned Escape. They said hi to each other, with involved hitting each other's hand and head. Their symbol was the Anarchy symbol. Jesus had grown up here, ever since he was little.
***
His mom had first brought him there when he was like seven, and he had noticed a bunch of homeless people lying in the back of the shop. The place was open 24/7, and they just stole food there and used the owner's bathroom whenever they had to. Jesus had instantly felt at home here, and he frequently escaped home. Now, all the people he'd seen were either dead from some sort of drug-induced cancer, killed, dead from some natural cause, suicide, or they disappeared. The people that were here now, in The Damned Escape, were (some of them) their descendants or just random people that happened to live close by.
***
When he arrived, he finished the small bottle he had and left the house. He was barely sober enough to arrive at the mall. There, he graffited and yelled stuff in a bathroom stall and bought some food at a McDonald's. He found a bench and fell asleep again. When he awoke, he used some of the money his teacher had given him to buy some candy for babies, which he would give to Aidan and Andrew. Then he finally got started on his cold food, but he didn't eat much because he preferred drugs. He got home at one o' clock in the morning (entered the same way he'd done last time) and discovered Aidan and Andrew were awake. He played with them and changed their diapers since their mother hadn't all day.
Since his mom wasn't working, he supposed he would have to get a job, but he would probably quit like he had quit school.
He spent the next three days in his room, drinking alcohol and leaving his room every few hours to (try to) take care of Andrew and Aidan. Andrew had even less toys than Aidan did. He was almost a year older, and he had much more patience than Aidan, so he could play with a single toy for days until he got bored and switch toys. He only had a toy soldier and a coloring book that was a bit useless because he had no crayons or anything he could use to color it with. He was a very sweet child and loved to play with his older brother. Jesus thought they might have an older sister, (older than him, too) but she had escaped home when he was little. Then again, it might have been a dream.
On the third day after 'deforming' the cars, he got up and seriously debated with himself whether he should go to school or not. He finally decided not to and took a shower. He went downstairs and watched T. V. (marveling at the fact that it worked, after all, his mom couldn't pay the electricity bill) He went to the news channel, left the T. V. On, and went to the address Mrs. Tutor had given him. He got $30 of sake this time. He drank a lot, leaving only a few gulps as he walked home.
When he arrived, he tiredly sat down to watch T. V. "And, for the fourth time this week, murderer and alcoholic---" 'sounds like me' though Jesus "... Saint, no, sorry, Jonathan Sairlo, otherwise know as Saint Jeremy, escaped the local prison. That's it for today." 'God damn you, woman, there is no local prison, for God's sake, the closest one is three cities away', thought Jesus, snorting. He sure hoped this 'Jeremy' person was close by, because it looked like they could get along well - heck, the Saint might even do him the favor of killing his mother once and for all. He turned off the T. V. And went upstairs to check on his siblings.
They were playing in Andrew's room. Jesus went back downstairs and went outside, almost expecting Saint Jeremy to jump at him from behind a house, screaming like a maniac, and throw a knife at him, holding a bottle of alcohol in his other hand. Jesus licked his lips at the thought of alcohol and glanced eagerly at his surroundings, but there was no one there except an elderly neighbor who was watering his garden a few houses away. Jesus doubted it could be Saint Jeremy. Sighing, he went back to his room and drank the rest of his alcohol to console himself.
An hour later, he was desperate for more. He hurried to check on his brothers and fed them Gerber and milk made with some sort of special powder for babies. He left the house and spent the rest of his money on more alcoholic drinks. By next day, he had finished it and felt tired but great. The day after that, he wanted more. He didn't have any money, but went to school to ask Mrs. Tutor for some.
He got there, but it was Sunday, so there was no school and consequently no one nearby. He sighed in frustration and went back home, but couldn't concentrate and ended up trying to feed Andrew Aidan's toy car. Cursing loudly, he left the house again (no idea where his mom is, by the way) and decided the urge for alcohol was too great to wait another day. He went to another 7-11 that had alcohol there, luckily, even though it was a bit far, and stole some. The man was old and Jesus didn't threaten him. The guy watched Jesus as if he were a vaguely interesting T. V. Show, making no move at all to try and stop the teen.
Jesus took all the drinks outside and finished it quickly, spilling some on himself in his haste to taste it all. He sat there, leaning against the red brick wall and trying to give passerby 'hate' looks. It didn't work well because he was drunk. He stared up at the sun frequently, and time seemed to drag by.
He rushed over. Luckily, it was still so early that he was quickly able to make Aidan fall asleep. Jesus put Aidan carefully in his bed 'It's so fucking ridiculous for a baby to have to sleep in a fucking bed' he thought, shaking his head. He left the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Before it closed completely, he caught sight of a broken barbie doll, a teddy bear that had a long rip in the head out of which stuffing poked out, a small red car with only one wheel, and a calculator. (Obviously, since Aidan was 1 and a half years old, he couldn't use it, and besides it wasn't any fun at all. ) Tears sprang into Jesus's eyes and he glanced at the young boy, who was sleeping peacefully, without a care in the world. He looked like a baby angel. A solitary tear fell down Jesus's cheek as he climbed downstairs, careful not to wake his mother up, because if he did she would probably beat up his little brothers.
She was still on the couch, but now she was alone. He was glad to see she was dressed, because he couldn't handle taking care of more than two kids. She was snoring so loudly, he was surprised she didn't wake herself up with the noise. He opened the door and left the house. The sign reading 'jeesos NOT ALLOWED within this house hold' was still up.
He took yet another walk and ended up in some sort of mansion. He remembered that these people made commercials, (which he considered to be an insane waste of time) so he grabbed a nearby stick and broke all the windows of each and every one of their 12 cars. He laughed as the car alarms rang and glass flew at him, cutting his bare arms since he was wearing a T-shirt. People ran outside, all of them in bathrobes over their long-sleeved pajamas, and stared at him, too scared to move. He took out a bottle of something from the pocket of his jeans and graffited all over one of their cars (it was permanent) right in front of them. Then he held up both his middle fingers to them and walked back home, grinning.
Halfway there, he switched his mind, and went instead to the nearest 7-11. Predictably, there was one of his gangs, his favorite, in fact, The Damned Escape. They said hi to each other, with involved hitting each other's hand and head. Their symbol was the Anarchy symbol. Jesus had grown up here, ever since he was little.
***
His mom had first brought him there when he was like seven, and he had noticed a bunch of homeless people lying in the back of the shop. The place was open 24/7, and they just stole food there and used the owner's bathroom whenever they had to. Jesus had instantly felt at home here, and he frequently escaped home. Now, all the people he'd seen were either dead from some sort of drug-induced cancer, killed, dead from some natural cause, suicide, or they disappeared. The people that were here now, in The Damned Escape, were (some of them) their descendants or just random people that happened to live close by.
***
When he arrived, he finished the small bottle he had and left the house. He was barely sober enough to arrive at the mall. There, he graffited and yelled stuff in a bathroom stall and bought some food at a McDonald's. He found a bench and fell asleep again. When he awoke, he used some of the money his teacher had given him to buy some candy for babies, which he would give to Aidan and Andrew. Then he finally got started on his cold food, but he didn't eat much because he preferred drugs. He got home at one o' clock in the morning (entered the same way he'd done last time) and discovered Aidan and Andrew were awake. He played with them and changed their diapers since their mother hadn't all day.
Since his mom wasn't working, he supposed he would have to get a job, but he would probably quit like he had quit school.
He spent the next three days in his room, drinking alcohol and leaving his room every few hours to (try to) take care of Andrew and Aidan. Andrew had even less toys than Aidan did. He was almost a year older, and he had much more patience than Aidan, so he could play with a single toy for days until he got bored and switch toys. He only had a toy soldier and a coloring book that was a bit useless because he had no crayons or anything he could use to color it with. He was a very sweet child and loved to play with his older brother. Jesus thought they might have an older sister, (older than him, too) but she had escaped home when he was little. Then again, it might have been a dream.
On the third day after 'deforming' the cars, he got up and seriously debated with himself whether he should go to school or not. He finally decided not to and took a shower. He went downstairs and watched T. V. (marveling at the fact that it worked, after all, his mom couldn't pay the electricity bill) He went to the news channel, left the T. V. On, and went to the address Mrs. Tutor had given him. He got $30 of sake this time. He drank a lot, leaving only a few gulps as he walked home.
When he arrived, he tiredly sat down to watch T. V. "And, for the fourth time this week, murderer and alcoholic---" 'sounds like me' though Jesus "... Saint, no, sorry, Jonathan Sairlo, otherwise know as Saint Jeremy, escaped the local prison. That's it for today." 'God damn you, woman, there is no local prison, for God's sake, the closest one is three cities away', thought Jesus, snorting. He sure hoped this 'Jeremy' person was close by, because it looked like they could get along well - heck, the Saint might even do him the favor of killing his mother once and for all. He turned off the T. V. And went upstairs to check on his siblings.
They were playing in Andrew's room. Jesus went back downstairs and went outside, almost expecting Saint Jeremy to jump at him from behind a house, screaming like a maniac, and throw a knife at him, holding a bottle of alcohol in his other hand. Jesus licked his lips at the thought of alcohol and glanced eagerly at his surroundings, but there was no one there except an elderly neighbor who was watering his garden a few houses away. Jesus doubted it could be Saint Jeremy. Sighing, he went back to his room and drank the rest of his alcohol to console himself.
An hour later, he was desperate for more. He hurried to check on his brothers and fed them Gerber and milk made with some sort of special powder for babies. He left the house and spent the rest of his money on more alcoholic drinks. By next day, he had finished it and felt tired but great. The day after that, he wanted more. He didn't have any money, but went to school to ask Mrs. Tutor for some.
He got there, but it was Sunday, so there was no school and consequently no one nearby. He sighed in frustration and went back home, but couldn't concentrate and ended up trying to feed Andrew Aidan's toy car. Cursing loudly, he left the house again (no idea where his mom is, by the way) and decided the urge for alcohol was too great to wait another day. He went to another 7-11 that had alcohol there, luckily, even though it was a bit far, and stole some. The man was old and Jesus didn't threaten him. The guy watched Jesus as if he were a vaguely interesting T. V. Show, making no move at all to try and stop the teen.
Jesus took all the drinks outside and finished it quickly, spilling some on himself in his haste to taste it all. He sat there, leaning against the red brick wall and trying to give passerby 'hate' looks. It didn't work well because he was drunk. He stared up at the sun frequently, and time seemed to drag by.
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