Post by Skye Spyder on Jan 24, 2014 15:13:09 GMT -5
He could take a hit; this was something that had been engrained in his skull since his father started.. Whatever. Thinking back on it just frustrated him more. He wasn't a top student, didn't have many friends, acted like a clown in class, but... Wiping away the blood on his lips that had streamed down from his nose he winced, sighed, wiped his hand on his jeans; wondering what he could do, if anything, to keep his psycho father happy... After mom died he became even more of a punching bag. Not that he cared or anything.
Anyway... Walking down the darkened streets of his neighborhood he pulled up his hood to shield himself, at least slightly, from the drizzle. The downpour had yet to hit but he could tell it was coming. Just another brick in the wall. A sigh of irritation passed his lips as he flipped open his phone to try and get someone to pick him up. It was all in vain of course because he didn't have any friends to do this for him... None except... No. He absolutely did NOT want to deal with that. This wall? It's been built up high enough already. He doesn't need more... frustrating... confusing... thoughts and feelings and... hurt? Was that the right word? He just didn't need any of that. Whatever that was...
Looking down at the barely alive Nokia in his palm he stared down at the only contact with an actual name and picture in his phone.
'Peter'
He opened a new message and started down at the screen for a long time, thinking of something to say, as he walked under the eaves of an old run down gas station. It took him a bit to find the right words but there wasn't much he could think to say...
[To: Peter, 12:23am]
Message:
Hey pete, can you pick me up? Im outside that old gas station down town.
Anyway... Walking down the darkened streets of his neighborhood he pulled up his hood to shield himself, at least slightly, from the drizzle. The downpour had yet to hit but he could tell it was coming. Just another brick in the wall. A sigh of irritation passed his lips as he flipped open his phone to try and get someone to pick him up. It was all in vain of course because he didn't have any friends to do this for him... None except... No. He absolutely did NOT want to deal with that. This wall? It's been built up high enough already. He doesn't need more... frustrating... confusing... thoughts and feelings and... hurt? Was that the right word? He just didn't need any of that. Whatever that was...
Looking down at the barely alive Nokia in his palm he stared down at the only contact with an actual name and picture in his phone.
'Peter'
He opened a new message and started down at the screen for a long time, thinking of something to say, as he walked under the eaves of an old run down gas station. It took him a bit to find the right words but there wasn't much he could think to say...
[To: Peter, 12:23am]
Message:
Hey pete, can you pick me up? Im outside that old gas station down town.