Son Of A Gun, chapter 5
Yet again I sat on the couch, being brainwashed by the media.
"Why am I doing this to myself?" I mumbled, turning the television off with a sigh. I stood up, and made my way to my bedroom to do more studying.
At 1:30AM, I ended up going to bed.
"Six days. That's all I have. Six short days," I said to myself, as I looked at the calendar in front of me.
I had spent the whole day downstairs, planning. Plotting, if you'd like to call it that.
Well, almost the whole day. I went up to the park to smoke. Yeah, I'm a smoker. Get over it. And, I have to smoke at the park because if my parents smell smoke, they're shipping me off to military school. Sometimes, I think that wouldn't be so bad.
But, while I was at the park, I saw the most magnificent person ever. Her name is Allyson. Problem is, I don't think she even knows I even exist... although we did go to kindergarten together. She probably wouldn't remember me... I was always the one sitting in the corner blowing up the girls' toys.
Yeah, that's right, the crazy homicidal killer has a crush. Get over it. All I really know about her is that she hangs out with him. And for those of you who are a little... slow, "him" is Ryan.
I was sitting at the benches under a large shady tree, when I saw her approaching me. I tried to play it cool...
"Hey," she smiled, taking a seat next to me.
"H-hey..." I called back. I mentally beat myself up for sounding like an complete utter moron.
"Got a light?" she asked, taking a cigarette out of her purse.
I fumbled in my pocket, and took out my neon-yellow lighter, "Here."
"Thanks," she smiled.
I nodded, taking the lighter back, and shoving it into my pocket. We both sat there, puffing on our cancer sticks in silence. Was it a comfortable silence? I haven't got the slightest idea. My conscience would not shut up. I almost screamed for it to shut up several times... I would have looked like a nutcase.
As I was arguing for my conscience to shut up for one second, she interrupted the "peaceful silence"
"How come I never see you around? Are you new here?"
I chuckled under my breath, "Uh.. no, I'm not new here, Allyson. I've been here my whole life. I went to kindergarten with you."
Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as she bit her fingernails.
I muttered an "Ew," as she turned to me.
"Oh... really?" she asked.
Oh no, it's all one big joke, you idiot. It's one sick joke. I thought bitterly to myself.
"Really, really." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh... well... cool!" She giggled.
I winced. I was wrong about her I think.
"Allyson! What the hell are you doing with that freak!?"
I rolled my eyes, and sighed in frustration.
She turned to me, "Oh God. Kill me now..."
I whipped my head up in confusion, and cocked an eyebrow at her, silently asking her what was wrong.
She looked up to see if Ryan was closing in or not. She bit her lip and lowered her head and whispered to me, "He thinks I'm his friend. I really, really hate him. Ugh..."
I could not believe it. Maybe I was wrong about her. Again,.
Ryan ran up to me, and punched me in the shoulder.
"Hey, how's it going... freak?" he smirked.
I gave no response.
"Come on, Allyson. Let's get out of here," he grabbed her arm and tried to pull her away. She remained seated.
"Allyson... come on," he grunted, pulling her harder.
She groaned in pain, and fought against him.
"I want to stay here..." she said through clenched teeth.
He stopped pulling, and looked at her in shock, "Uh... why would you want to do that?"
"Because. Mike's my friend."
I looked at her in surprise. Was she serious?
"Are you serious!?" Ryan laughed.
"Yes."
He laughed even harder, if possible. "Oh girl, you crack me up. Oh boy!" he wheezed, "Now come on. Let's go."
"I'm staying here," she said firmly, "I don't like you. I never have."
His face went blank, and he let go of her.
"You're kidding... right?"
She shook her head, as he crossed her arms.
He leaned into her face and whispered firmly, "You're going to regret this forever. I'm going to make your life a living hell."
And with that... he took off.
We both watched him walk off. Well, more like storm off in a huff. He was obviously pissed off.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked quietly, picking at the peeling paint on the bench.
"I told you I disliked him... and you seem pretty cool," she smiled.
"You're insane," I said as I got up, and walking in the other direction leaving her there by herself.
I know. I seem like an asshole. But honestly, I don't need friends. I don't want friends. Especially a girl. I've grown up my whole entire life without a friend, I don't need one now.
I got home at 6:00PM. I went through the same routine for food. Hoping that my "magic skills" made some food appear magically while I was out. Again. No success. Man, I need to get "Making-food-appear-magically for dummies" or something.
Laying on the couch, I felt a headache coming on. And you guessed it, no Tylenol in the house. It was seven thirty, and I decided to turn in for the day. Climbing the stairs two at a time, I jumped into my bed, not even bothering to take my shoes off or to change; I pulled the sheets over my head, and went to sleep.
"Why am I doing this to myself?" I mumbled, turning the television off with a sigh. I stood up, and made my way to my bedroom to do more studying.
At 1:30AM, I ended up going to bed.
"Six days. That's all I have. Six short days," I said to myself, as I looked at the calendar in front of me.
I had spent the whole day downstairs, planning. Plotting, if you'd like to call it that.
Well, almost the whole day. I went up to the park to smoke. Yeah, I'm a smoker. Get over it. And, I have to smoke at the park because if my parents smell smoke, they're shipping me off to military school. Sometimes, I think that wouldn't be so bad.
But, while I was at the park, I saw the most magnificent person ever. Her name is Allyson. Problem is, I don't think she even knows I even exist... although we did go to kindergarten together. She probably wouldn't remember me... I was always the one sitting in the corner blowing up the girls' toys.
Yeah, that's right, the crazy homicidal killer has a crush. Get over it. All I really know about her is that she hangs out with him. And for those of you who are a little... slow, "him" is Ryan.
I was sitting at the benches under a large shady tree, when I saw her approaching me. I tried to play it cool...
"Hey," she smiled, taking a seat next to me.
"H-hey..." I called back. I mentally beat myself up for sounding like an complete utter moron.
"Got a light?" she asked, taking a cigarette out of her purse.
I fumbled in my pocket, and took out my neon-yellow lighter, "Here."
"Thanks," she smiled.
I nodded, taking the lighter back, and shoving it into my pocket. We both sat there, puffing on our cancer sticks in silence. Was it a comfortable silence? I haven't got the slightest idea. My conscience would not shut up. I almost screamed for it to shut up several times... I would have looked like a nutcase.
As I was arguing for my conscience to shut up for one second, she interrupted the "peaceful silence"
"How come I never see you around? Are you new here?"
I chuckled under my breath, "Uh.. no, I'm not new here, Allyson. I've been here my whole life. I went to kindergarten with you."
Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as she bit her fingernails.
I muttered an "Ew," as she turned to me.
"Oh... really?" she asked.
Oh no, it's all one big joke, you idiot. It's one sick joke. I thought bitterly to myself.
"Really, really." I rolled my eyes.
"Oh... well... cool!" She giggled.
I winced. I was wrong about her I think.
"Allyson! What the hell are you doing with that freak!?"
I rolled my eyes, and sighed in frustration.
She turned to me, "Oh God. Kill me now..."
I whipped my head up in confusion, and cocked an eyebrow at her, silently asking her what was wrong.
She looked up to see if Ryan was closing in or not. She bit her lip and lowered her head and whispered to me, "He thinks I'm his friend. I really, really hate him. Ugh..."
I could not believe it. Maybe I was wrong about her. Again,.
Ryan ran up to me, and punched me in the shoulder.
"Hey, how's it going... freak?" he smirked.
I gave no response.
"Come on, Allyson. Let's get out of here," he grabbed her arm and tried to pull her away. She remained seated.
"Allyson... come on," he grunted, pulling her harder.
She groaned in pain, and fought against him.
"I want to stay here..." she said through clenched teeth.
He stopped pulling, and looked at her in shock, "Uh... why would you want to do that?"
"Because. Mike's my friend."
I looked at her in surprise. Was she serious?
"Are you serious!?" Ryan laughed.
"Yes."
He laughed even harder, if possible. "Oh girl, you crack me up. Oh boy!" he wheezed, "Now come on. Let's go."
"I'm staying here," she said firmly, "I don't like you. I never have."
His face went blank, and he let go of her.
"You're kidding... right?"
She shook her head, as he crossed her arms.
He leaned into her face and whispered firmly, "You're going to regret this forever. I'm going to make your life a living hell."
And with that... he took off.
We both watched him walk off. Well, more like storm off in a huff. He was obviously pissed off.
"Why'd you do that?" I asked quietly, picking at the peeling paint on the bench.
"I told you I disliked him... and you seem pretty cool," she smiled.
"You're insane," I said as I got up, and walking in the other direction leaving her there by herself.
I know. I seem like an asshole. But honestly, I don't need friends. I don't want friends. Especially a girl. I've grown up my whole entire life without a friend, I don't need one now.
I got home at 6:00PM. I went through the same routine for food. Hoping that my "magic skills" made some food appear magically while I was out. Again. No success. Man, I need to get "Making-food-appear-magically for dummies" or something.
Laying on the couch, I felt a headache coming on. And you guessed it, no Tylenol in the house. It was seven thirty, and I decided to turn in for the day. Climbing the stairs two at a time, I jumped into my bed, not even bothering to take my shoes off or to change; I pulled the sheets over my head, and went to sleep.
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