Differences Kill, chapter 1
The football game had ended and I was on my way home. I don't know why I even went. I guess I had to show some school spirit. Yeah, go team. Woohoo. I hate this school and I hate the jocks more then anything. But, hey, they hate me too, so I guess we're even, right?
I mean, they were always bitches to me. Especially the head of the football team, the whole school's pride and joy, Mr. Bitchy himself, Jason. But I never expected them to do this.
I had a long walk home from school, but when I finally got home: oh shit! Mom and her loving, caring, perfect boyfriend, were in another fight. Normally, I ignore it, just go to my room and drown out the yells with music blasting in my ears. I dunno, its usually Slipknot, Green Day, Good Charlotte, or Sex Pistols. But I draw the line when alcohol flies, glass brakes, and tables get thrown. So I just took a little walk. No one would notice if I'm gone.
I was just walking around in the middle of the night, alone, away from all the houses, were no one could see or hear me. Ok, I admit, not one of my best ideas, but my mind was on something else.
Then the car came. The "cool" car. The car everyone would always recognize, Jason's car. With the whole team riding in it. Well, not the whole team, I guess just the toughest of the team, the ones who hated me most. Jason, Adam, Charlie, Jere, and the evil twins, Tony and Matt.
"Aww. Wook at da wittle punky boy, awl wost and awone." Jere said in his "baby" voice.
They all got out of the car and started to stumble over closer to me. Matt tripped and fell and Tony fell over him. Drunk or not Matt and Tony were idiots. Mean as hell, but idiots. But now they were drunk, all of them were. They were probably out celebrating the football victory.
I tried to make a run for it but Charlie and Adam grabbed me.
"Where ya goin?" Jason said. "Yer not a-scared of us, are ya Brian?"
I struggled against Charlie and Adam, trying to break free, and trying to avoid Jason's eyes.
"Fuck off!" I yelled.
"What the hell did you say to me punk!?" Jason yelled back.
"You fuckin heard me bitch!"
Jason stumbled towards me, and stopped right in front of me so we were face to face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Watch your mouth punk." He warned, and punched me, hard, in the stomach.
I woulda fallen over in pain if Adam and Charlie weren't holdin me so tight.
Jason turned away from me, and yelled to the others, "kill 'im"
Of course I knew they wouldn't really kill me. Jase said that all the time. It really just meant "beat him up 'till he wishes he was fuckin dead. " 'Course what they didn't know was that I wished that every day of my life.
I wanted death so bad. But when it came, it was too soon.
Matt, Tony, Jere, Adam, and Charlie were pounding the shit outta me. I'm tough, but im no match alone for five of the toughest guys at school, especially when they're drunk.
Hey, hang on a sec. Five? Tony, Matt, Jere, Charlie, Adam. Where was Jason?
I suddenly heard the car start and Jason yell, "Move it guys! This punk is dead!"
When everyone stepped aside, leaving me curled up on the ground, I looked and... SHIT! Jason was driving straight at me!
In total pain from the beating, I jumped up and ran for my life, literally. With every step, pain surged through my body. But, I guess, ya just cant out run a car. Jase hit me. The whole time the others were cheering him on. Matt and Tony jumping around like crazy.
Then they all jumped in the car and drove off, leaving me there, bleeding, dying. And as I lay there I started thinking, I don't want to die. I always said I did, but now, it was really happening, it seemed too soon.
This is a shit way to die, too. Alone, laying on the cold street side, in the dark. Bleeding to death. I wondered how long it would take for anyone to even notice I was gone.
And with this last thought going threw my head, I quietly, died. As a single tear, silently rolled down my cheek. The tear I had been holding back for so long. The tear I was fighting to control. Now it got free. And it was the last thing to escape me, as I died.
But, hey, I guess that's my life. That's the life of a "punk". Live unwanted, die unnoticed. And that, is exactly, what I did.
R.I.P. BRIAN DENEKE
1978-1997
I mean, they were always bitches to me. Especially the head of the football team, the whole school's pride and joy, Mr. Bitchy himself, Jason. But I never expected them to do this.
I had a long walk home from school, but when I finally got home: oh shit! Mom and her loving, caring, perfect boyfriend, were in another fight. Normally, I ignore it, just go to my room and drown out the yells with music blasting in my ears. I dunno, its usually Slipknot, Green Day, Good Charlotte, or Sex Pistols. But I draw the line when alcohol flies, glass brakes, and tables get thrown. So I just took a little walk. No one would notice if I'm gone.
I was just walking around in the middle of the night, alone, away from all the houses, were no one could see or hear me. Ok, I admit, not one of my best ideas, but my mind was on something else.
Then the car came. The "cool" car. The car everyone would always recognize, Jason's car. With the whole team riding in it. Well, not the whole team, I guess just the toughest of the team, the ones who hated me most. Jason, Adam, Charlie, Jere, and the evil twins, Tony and Matt.
"Aww. Wook at da wittle punky boy, awl wost and awone." Jere said in his "baby" voice.
They all got out of the car and started to stumble over closer to me. Matt tripped and fell and Tony fell over him. Drunk or not Matt and Tony were idiots. Mean as hell, but idiots. But now they were drunk, all of them were. They were probably out celebrating the football victory.
I tried to make a run for it but Charlie and Adam grabbed me.
"Where ya goin?" Jason said. "Yer not a-scared of us, are ya Brian?"
I struggled against Charlie and Adam, trying to break free, and trying to avoid Jason's eyes.
"Fuck off!" I yelled.
"What the hell did you say to me punk!?" Jason yelled back.
"You fuckin heard me bitch!"
Jason stumbled towards me, and stopped right in front of me so we were face to face. I could smell the alcohol on his breath.
"Watch your mouth punk." He warned, and punched me, hard, in the stomach.
I woulda fallen over in pain if Adam and Charlie weren't holdin me so tight.
Jason turned away from me, and yelled to the others, "kill 'im"
Of course I knew they wouldn't really kill me. Jase said that all the time. It really just meant "beat him up 'till he wishes he was fuckin dead. " 'Course what they didn't know was that I wished that every day of my life.
I wanted death so bad. But when it came, it was too soon.
Matt, Tony, Jere, Adam, and Charlie were pounding the shit outta me. I'm tough, but im no match alone for five of the toughest guys at school, especially when they're drunk.
Hey, hang on a sec. Five? Tony, Matt, Jere, Charlie, Adam. Where was Jason?
I suddenly heard the car start and Jason yell, "Move it guys! This punk is dead!"
When everyone stepped aside, leaving me curled up on the ground, I looked and... SHIT! Jason was driving straight at me!
In total pain from the beating, I jumped up and ran for my life, literally. With every step, pain surged through my body. But, I guess, ya just cant out run a car. Jase hit me. The whole time the others were cheering him on. Matt and Tony jumping around like crazy.
Then they all jumped in the car and drove off, leaving me there, bleeding, dying. And as I lay there I started thinking, I don't want to die. I always said I did, but now, it was really happening, it seemed too soon.
This is a shit way to die, too. Alone, laying on the cold street side, in the dark. Bleeding to death. I wondered how long it would take for anyone to even notice I was gone.
And with this last thought going threw my head, I quietly, died. As a single tear, silently rolled down my cheek. The tear I had been holding back for so long. The tear I was fighting to control. Now it got free. And it was the last thing to escape me, as I died.
But, hey, I guess that's my life. That's the life of a "punk". Live unwanted, die unnoticed. And that, is exactly, what I did.
R.I.P. BRIAN DENEKE
1978-1997
