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I woke up still slightly high from the joint I had smoked the night before. Lindsey came in my room, smiling brightly and telling me that it was time to get ready to go to school. She was a brilliant human alarm clock. I got up and off my mattress, quickly taking a short shower to wash the smell of grass off of me before changing into my uniform and combing my hair. I did it practically zombie like. No emotion showed on my face, and I moved somewhat slowly, yet effectively. I shoved the books I would need for the day into my messenger bag -with everything else I kept in it- before slinging the bag over my shoulder.
I didn't bother my family by walking out the front door, just going through the window like always. It was like my own special door. I pulled out my pocket watch, which only told me that I was late. I sighed, giving myself a small smile. If I was already going to be late, why bother going directly to school?
I walked to a small coffee house, ordering one to go and paying with the money that I had earned the day before. Cup in hand, I made my way to the school somewhat slowly. When I made it there I attempted to find my class, not bothering to go to find my locker. I would probably just run from one class to another in an attempt to not get beat up. It's what I did at my old school, and I was still the schools main punching bag. I eventually found my classroom, it was some science class. The teacher looked annoyed, but then again, it could have just been her bird like face that formed a scowl.
"Why exactly are you late Uire?" She asked as she found my name on the list and pointed at a seat to the clear side of the room for me to sit at. "And don't use the excuse that you were lost, only students that have been here since freshmen year are permitted to go up in grade levels."
"This is my first year." I mumbled, ignoring the seat that she pointed out to me so I could at least try to give an excuse to my 'bad behavior'.
"And how is that?"She asked sounding more and more annoyed as time went on.
"Can't we just talk about this after class?" I groaned.
"Fine." She said and I went to sit at the seat she had pointed to. No one in the classroom seemed to have any significance to me, they were all just blank faces, merged to make them all look like they were molded the same way. I didn't belong with them. With their pretty non busted faces, their clever minds, their perfect fucking family's. I belonged somewhere so much less significant. The street maybe, at least it would be closer to this. And it's not like I'm not used to the street.
The bell rang and I walked over to the teacher who was sitting at her desk. She frowned at me.
"You do realize that this is a private public school where only top students can get into, we only allow 400 kids to go here at a time, and each one has to start freshmen year here, right?" She said looking angrily at me. What the hell is a private public school? Isn't that a contradiction?
"I'm sorry, but I moved in with my cousin, and the government is forcing me to go to school here. I think. I'm not sure, all I know is that I go here now." She still stared at me with her beady eyes, but nodded.
"Fine. I guess that's good enough of an excuse." She said before digging in her desk for a moment, pulling out a piece of lamented paper. "Here, I normally give it to substitutes, but you'll probably need it." She handed me the piece of paper that had a map of the school on it and I nodded.
People started to fill the classroom slowly, so I thanked her and walked out of the class, finding my way to the next classroom all the while not running into trouble. Like I could use it, I just wanted the day to be over. My next class was math, and I found a seat in the back of the class, sitting there quietly for the whole class. None of the people in math seemed all that interesting either, all of them once again blending into one person. The bell rang soon enough, and just like everyone else, I walked out of the room and into the hallways lined with lockers. That happened to be when trouble found me. I ran into one of my cousins friends, and all of them surrounded me, making me feel a lot smaller than I actually was. I thought about apologizing, but I knew it would be pointless.
"Fuck em' up for all I care." I heard my cousin mutter before walking off. I closed my eyes and held my breath as they started beating me. A punch to the face, a kick to the stomach, and a push into a locker. I slumped to the floor, holding as still as possible. The bell rang, and they left. I gave a shaky sigh, putting myself together again before I made my way to my next class. Which was apparently music. I walked in the door, and the teacher immediately said "Detention." I didn't argue, just found a seat in the back, next to two boys I could have sworn I had seen before. They were sitting there laughing, one of them holding a guitar, the other pretending he could play the trumpet.
"Alex, stop messing with that instrument! Everyone knows you can't play." The teacher yelled before the bell rang. "You, knew boy, what can you play?" He asked in an exasperated voice. Some of the kids turned to look at me, the others messing around with their instruments. I shrugged, and started to rattle off the list of instruments I could play.
"Violin, piano, trumpet, cello, guitar, drums-"
"I don't need to know more than one. Go to the piano." The teacher cut me off and I nodded, my heart rate increasing. I hadn't touched a piano since the accident. I was terrified that something bad would happen. Not that there was that much bad stuff that could happen to me. With a sigh, I got up and walked over to the piano, sitting down at the bench. Everything should be fine, so it will be fine. I just have to trick myself into thinking it, and it'll be true.
He handed out sheet music quickly, making sure that every kid in the classroom had something to play. I frowned at the piece. It was so simple. "Okay people, you know this. On the count of three. One,...two,...three." Everyone started playing their respected instruments, and to make it a little more fun for myself, I added just a few notes while going along, making it sound all that much more beautiful. "Stop." He said in an overly frustrated tone. I looked at his name tag, Mr.Jones, what an odd name. "You, knew kid, stop playing like that or I will give you another detention. And Alex, for God's sake, either pick up an instrument, or sing like you mean it." He said throwing his hands in the air. I closed my eyes, deciding that it could be worse. That the year wasn't going to be entirely like this.
"Awh, you know I'm just messing around Jones." The boy who I guess was named Alex said. Mr.Jones did not look happy.
"That's it, you know how much I HATE messing around in my class in the first month. You have a detention Alex." Mr.Jones said before starting us up again, each one of us attempting to keep in time with each other. The boy sitting next to Alex hit his arm before going back to playing his guitar. I played the notes in front of me mindlessly for the rest of the class.
The day seemed to roll on getting worse and worse. Every teacher I had seemed to have a strong disdain for me, no matter what it was I did. Math was a bore, and the teacher gave me twice as much homework as everyone else, saying that I needed to catch up. English and social studies was the same, each class piling on as much homework as possible.
When lunch came around I sat alone outside against the fence that bordered the other school. The two boys from my music class walked over to a part of the fence that had a tree growing on the other side, quickly jumping it to meet up with a few of their friends. And there was that boy. The boy with perfect honey colored eyes and perfect brown hair, slumped against the tree reading a book while his friends eat and talked. He sighed when one of his friends shoved a piece of fruit in his face, putting his book down before slowly munching on it, looking around. He looked over in my direction, and our eyes met for a few seconds before he looked away. The boy named Alex looked over at me and grinned.
"Hey, get your ass over here!" He screamed while he ran over to me. I looked at him in slight confusion and he smiled. He held out his hand for me to shake."I'm Alex, come meet my friends." I nodded and stood, climbing over the fence the same way I climb out of my window.
"Brendon." I said somewhat quietly.
"Oh! I know why you look so familiar! You were at the dinner on Ryro's birthday, and Will talked to you." He said with a large grin. We walked over to his friends, having a one sided conversation. "You'll fit in with me and my friends just fine. You know, I liked your version of that song, it was a lot better than the crap Jones gives us every day." I nodded and we sat down with his friends. Each person sitting in the small circle under the shade of the trees leaves were at the dinner that day, and I couldn't help but feel slightly awkward. "Okay everyone, this is Brendon." He pointed to a boy with bright blue eyes. "That's Spencer." He pulled the other boy that went to our school with dark brown hair that had a blond streak in the bangs over to him. "This is Jack."
"Hi." Jack said before Alex pushed him over carelessly.
"And this is Ryan. But for the most part we just call him Ry or Ryro." Alex said poking the boy with honey eyes. Ryan didn't look up, he just pretended to read. I listened to them talk, answering questions when they had ones to ask, while I watched Ryan 'read.' I could tell he wasn't though, he didn't look like he was, simply based on the fact that his eyes were consistently scanning the same sentence, and after reading it ten times he would turn the page, not even bothering to look at the other page that was open. I could see a slight red blush on his cheeks, and couldn't help but think about how much cuter it made him look.
Eventually the bell for lunch went and they said their goodbyes, all except for Ryan getting up to go to class. I walked to class in silence with my new 'friends.' Alex having his arm swung around my neck, while Jack made snide comments on people I didn't know. I couldn't concentrate on them. I didn't want friends, I didn't want to be close to anyone or anything, but I knew it was going to happen whether I liked it or not thanks to the two boys that walked me to my gym class.
Of course I had a gym class.
Of course neither of the two boys who befriended me weren't in it.
Of course my cousin and his friends were.
I dressed out, following the instructions of the teacher.
Of course we were playing doge-ball.
At my old school, doge-ball was banned because too many kids got beat up severely from it. One kid got beaten practically to death, the people who did it to him were sent to a juvenile detention center.
So of course I was scared shitless that they could see all of my scars and fresh cuts along with half of my bruises when we were playing one of the most violent games possible.
Somehow, my cousin manged to get everyone in the gym against me when the teacher was gone.
Of course the fucking gym teacher left.
They all pelted me with the rubber balls, each one pounding off of me. I shielded my face, tripping and falling to the floor where they continued to hit me as hard as they could. I curled into a ball, waiting for it to stop. And I was terrified. Terrified that they would beat me to death. Terrified that they wouldn't. Terrified of the pain that would course through my body after they finished. I was terrified of everything that could and wouldn't happen. After what felt like days the teacher came back, pulling me out of the mass of kids and helping me to the nurse. He was talking, the kids were screaming, and I couldn't hear a damned thing. I watched the floor as we walked, my mind hazy and unfocused. I felt sick, and I didn't want to stay at school.
The nurse fixed me, telling me that I didn't have any broken bones -which I'm sure was a lie- and then told me she called my aunt and uncle. I looked at her with a look that was equal to that of a small animal that had been told it was going to get ripped to shreds and then eaten by a pack of wolves. I got up, knowing that class wasn't over, I ran out of the room and back to the locker room, quickly changing into my normal clothing before grabbing my bag and dashing out of the lockers. I couldn't do it, I couldn't face them. I had to run. I ran as fast as I could, down the white halls, out the door, down the practically deserted street. I ran till my legs gave out and I collapsed in a dark alleyway.
I stayed there long enough for me to catch my breath and calm down. I didn't want to go back to the place that I was supposed to call home, but I didn't want to. People tossed money at me, and I stashed it in my bag, waiting until I had enough to buy a little more grass. When I had enough I stood and walked in the direction I assumed was the park where I had bought it last.
When I finally found it and found someone willing to sell it to me, I got as much as I could afford for the little money I had. I walked back home and slipped through the window, going to the washroom and pulling out a joint, lighting it with shaky hands.
I wanted the pain to stop, the screaming in my head and my body to disappear. I wanted to disappear. I finished smoking it and flopped down on my bed, closing my eyes. I was hungry. I was sore. My mind was running ragged, and I had a bad feeling.
The next week went in that order, crappy days at school followed by crappy days at home. I skipped lunch and didn't mess with the kids who considered themselves my friends, and in no time at all I was failing all of my classes. I was getting beat up regularly, each person telling me all of the reasons why I was worthless. I occasionally went to visit Sarah, and I made enough money to eat once every day or two. And then the second Friday at my new school came, and progress reports went out. I didn't get home until 11, scared of being beaten to death by my family. Yet I still went back home. And I fell asleep on my mattress-for-bed.
I woke up from my light, nightmare ridden sleep, when I heard screaming and footsteps storm down to my room, getting louder and louder with each second. I went to a fetal position, scared to know what was awaiting on the other side of my door. My door opened, and my uncle came in drunk, picking me up and slamming me against the wall.
"You're a fucking failure, and you're making you're worthless appearance rub off on us!" My uncle screamed. I watched in utter terror as he pulled a knife out, having it glint in the dull light of the moon. "And you're going to pay for being such a fucking burden." He shoved the knife into my stomach, twisting it before pulling it out and walking out of the room. "Good luck surviving." He muttered as he closed the door. My hand went to the bleeding wound in my stomach, and I grabbed my bag, giving all the strength I had to pull myself out of my room and to the nearest payphone.
Because I had no one else I knew to call for help, I dialed the number that William gave me.
"Hello, this is Spencer."
"Um, is William there?" I asked as I tried to stay on my feet, I could already feel myself start to break out in a fever, and my voice sounded horrible.
"No, he left over a week ago. Who is this?" Spencer asked.
"It's Brendon, look, I-I really need help right now." I manged to get out, trying not to pass out. It was hard not to, I wasn't sure how much blood I had lost, but it had to have been a lot.
"Okay,...where are you?" Spencer asked somewhat cautiously. I gave him the street address I could see before he hung up and I slumped to the ground, breathing heavily as I tried to stay awake.
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Yay! New chapter so soon. Thanks to PartyPoison (as always) for reviewing last chapter. I'm glad you don't think I'm a fail. And thanks to AnotherKnifeInMyHand for reviewing, glad you like it, and as always I'll try to update as soon as I can. But just because I updated today, doesn't mean I can guarantee a new chapter Friday, or even next week.
I'm swamped with multiple things because I keep making the mistake of making commitments to too many things at one time. I have to edit four videos, study for finals, work out with three different friends on three different days, try to do homework, take a little time off for myself (which will be spent at a Rise Against concert tomorrow night) and in all of that mass of things I do I somehow find time to check three e-mail accounts, organize messages on my youtube channel, make art for free on subeta, and update the stories I have on this website. So you can kind of see how it takes me forever to get to updating. Because I have so much other shit going on, I can't keep up.
Enough about my life, if I want to complain I'll just start writing a blog or something ridiculous like that. So until next time, I suppose.
-xoxo Pansy.
I didn't bother my family by walking out the front door, just going through the window like always. It was like my own special door. I pulled out my pocket watch, which only told me that I was late. I sighed, giving myself a small smile. If I was already going to be late, why bother going directly to school?
I walked to a small coffee house, ordering one to go and paying with the money that I had earned the day before. Cup in hand, I made my way to the school somewhat slowly. When I made it there I attempted to find my class, not bothering to go to find my locker. I would probably just run from one class to another in an attempt to not get beat up. It's what I did at my old school, and I was still the schools main punching bag. I eventually found my classroom, it was some science class. The teacher looked annoyed, but then again, it could have just been her bird like face that formed a scowl.
"Why exactly are you late Uire?" She asked as she found my name on the list and pointed at a seat to the clear side of the room for me to sit at. "And don't use the excuse that you were lost, only students that have been here since freshmen year are permitted to go up in grade levels."
"This is my first year." I mumbled, ignoring the seat that she pointed out to me so I could at least try to give an excuse to my 'bad behavior'.
"And how is that?"She asked sounding more and more annoyed as time went on.
"Can't we just talk about this after class?" I groaned.
"Fine." She said and I went to sit at the seat she had pointed to. No one in the classroom seemed to have any significance to me, they were all just blank faces, merged to make them all look like they were molded the same way. I didn't belong with them. With their pretty non busted faces, their clever minds, their perfect fucking family's. I belonged somewhere so much less significant. The street maybe, at least it would be closer to this. And it's not like I'm not used to the street.
The bell rang and I walked over to the teacher who was sitting at her desk. She frowned at me.
"You do realize that this is a private public school where only top students can get into, we only allow 400 kids to go here at a time, and each one has to start freshmen year here, right?" She said looking angrily at me. What the hell is a private public school? Isn't that a contradiction?
"I'm sorry, but I moved in with my cousin, and the government is forcing me to go to school here. I think. I'm not sure, all I know is that I go here now." She still stared at me with her beady eyes, but nodded.
"Fine. I guess that's good enough of an excuse." She said before digging in her desk for a moment, pulling out a piece of lamented paper. "Here, I normally give it to substitutes, but you'll probably need it." She handed me the piece of paper that had a map of the school on it and I nodded.
People started to fill the classroom slowly, so I thanked her and walked out of the class, finding my way to the next classroom all the while not running into trouble. Like I could use it, I just wanted the day to be over. My next class was math, and I found a seat in the back of the class, sitting there quietly for the whole class. None of the people in math seemed all that interesting either, all of them once again blending into one person. The bell rang soon enough, and just like everyone else, I walked out of the room and into the hallways lined with lockers. That happened to be when trouble found me. I ran into one of my cousins friends, and all of them surrounded me, making me feel a lot smaller than I actually was. I thought about apologizing, but I knew it would be pointless.
"Fuck em' up for all I care." I heard my cousin mutter before walking off. I closed my eyes and held my breath as they started beating me. A punch to the face, a kick to the stomach, and a push into a locker. I slumped to the floor, holding as still as possible. The bell rang, and they left. I gave a shaky sigh, putting myself together again before I made my way to my next class. Which was apparently music. I walked in the door, and the teacher immediately said "Detention." I didn't argue, just found a seat in the back, next to two boys I could have sworn I had seen before. They were sitting there laughing, one of them holding a guitar, the other pretending he could play the trumpet.
"Alex, stop messing with that instrument! Everyone knows you can't play." The teacher yelled before the bell rang. "You, knew boy, what can you play?" He asked in an exasperated voice. Some of the kids turned to look at me, the others messing around with their instruments. I shrugged, and started to rattle off the list of instruments I could play.
"Violin, piano, trumpet, cello, guitar, drums-"
"I don't need to know more than one. Go to the piano." The teacher cut me off and I nodded, my heart rate increasing. I hadn't touched a piano since the accident. I was terrified that something bad would happen. Not that there was that much bad stuff that could happen to me. With a sigh, I got up and walked over to the piano, sitting down at the bench. Everything should be fine, so it will be fine. I just have to trick myself into thinking it, and it'll be true.
He handed out sheet music quickly, making sure that every kid in the classroom had something to play. I frowned at the piece. It was so simple. "Okay people, you know this. On the count of three. One,...two,...three." Everyone started playing their respected instruments, and to make it a little more fun for myself, I added just a few notes while going along, making it sound all that much more beautiful. "Stop." He said in an overly frustrated tone. I looked at his name tag, Mr.Jones, what an odd name. "You, knew kid, stop playing like that or I will give you another detention. And Alex, for God's sake, either pick up an instrument, or sing like you mean it." He said throwing his hands in the air. I closed my eyes, deciding that it could be worse. That the year wasn't going to be entirely like this.
"Awh, you know I'm just messing around Jones." The boy who I guess was named Alex said. Mr.Jones did not look happy.
"That's it, you know how much I HATE messing around in my class in the first month. You have a detention Alex." Mr.Jones said before starting us up again, each one of us attempting to keep in time with each other. The boy sitting next to Alex hit his arm before going back to playing his guitar. I played the notes in front of me mindlessly for the rest of the class.
The day seemed to roll on getting worse and worse. Every teacher I had seemed to have a strong disdain for me, no matter what it was I did. Math was a bore, and the teacher gave me twice as much homework as everyone else, saying that I needed to catch up. English and social studies was the same, each class piling on as much homework as possible.
When lunch came around I sat alone outside against the fence that bordered the other school. The two boys from my music class walked over to a part of the fence that had a tree growing on the other side, quickly jumping it to meet up with a few of their friends. And there was that boy. The boy with perfect honey colored eyes and perfect brown hair, slumped against the tree reading a book while his friends eat and talked. He sighed when one of his friends shoved a piece of fruit in his face, putting his book down before slowly munching on it, looking around. He looked over in my direction, and our eyes met for a few seconds before he looked away. The boy named Alex looked over at me and grinned.
"Hey, get your ass over here!" He screamed while he ran over to me. I looked at him in slight confusion and he smiled. He held out his hand for me to shake."I'm Alex, come meet my friends." I nodded and stood, climbing over the fence the same way I climb out of my window.
"Brendon." I said somewhat quietly.
"Oh! I know why you look so familiar! You were at the dinner on Ryro's birthday, and Will talked to you." He said with a large grin. We walked over to his friends, having a one sided conversation. "You'll fit in with me and my friends just fine. You know, I liked your version of that song, it was a lot better than the crap Jones gives us every day." I nodded and we sat down with his friends. Each person sitting in the small circle under the shade of the trees leaves were at the dinner that day, and I couldn't help but feel slightly awkward. "Okay everyone, this is Brendon." He pointed to a boy with bright blue eyes. "That's Spencer." He pulled the other boy that went to our school with dark brown hair that had a blond streak in the bangs over to him. "This is Jack."
"Hi." Jack said before Alex pushed him over carelessly.
"And this is Ryan. But for the most part we just call him Ry or Ryro." Alex said poking the boy with honey eyes. Ryan didn't look up, he just pretended to read. I listened to them talk, answering questions when they had ones to ask, while I watched Ryan 'read.' I could tell he wasn't though, he didn't look like he was, simply based on the fact that his eyes were consistently scanning the same sentence, and after reading it ten times he would turn the page, not even bothering to look at the other page that was open. I could see a slight red blush on his cheeks, and couldn't help but think about how much cuter it made him look.
Eventually the bell for lunch went and they said their goodbyes, all except for Ryan getting up to go to class. I walked to class in silence with my new 'friends.' Alex having his arm swung around my neck, while Jack made snide comments on people I didn't know. I couldn't concentrate on them. I didn't want friends, I didn't want to be close to anyone or anything, but I knew it was going to happen whether I liked it or not thanks to the two boys that walked me to my gym class.
Of course I had a gym class.
Of course neither of the two boys who befriended me weren't in it.
Of course my cousin and his friends were.
I dressed out, following the instructions of the teacher.
Of course we were playing doge-ball.
At my old school, doge-ball was banned because too many kids got beat up severely from it. One kid got beaten practically to death, the people who did it to him were sent to a juvenile detention center.
So of course I was scared shitless that they could see all of my scars and fresh cuts along with half of my bruises when we were playing one of the most violent games possible.
Somehow, my cousin manged to get everyone in the gym against me when the teacher was gone.
Of course the fucking gym teacher left.
They all pelted me with the rubber balls, each one pounding off of me. I shielded my face, tripping and falling to the floor where they continued to hit me as hard as they could. I curled into a ball, waiting for it to stop. And I was terrified. Terrified that they would beat me to death. Terrified that they wouldn't. Terrified of the pain that would course through my body after they finished. I was terrified of everything that could and wouldn't happen. After what felt like days the teacher came back, pulling me out of the mass of kids and helping me to the nurse. He was talking, the kids were screaming, and I couldn't hear a damned thing. I watched the floor as we walked, my mind hazy and unfocused. I felt sick, and I didn't want to stay at school.
The nurse fixed me, telling me that I didn't have any broken bones -which I'm sure was a lie- and then told me she called my aunt and uncle. I looked at her with a look that was equal to that of a small animal that had been told it was going to get ripped to shreds and then eaten by a pack of wolves. I got up, knowing that class wasn't over, I ran out of the room and back to the locker room, quickly changing into my normal clothing before grabbing my bag and dashing out of the lockers. I couldn't do it, I couldn't face them. I had to run. I ran as fast as I could, down the white halls, out the door, down the practically deserted street. I ran till my legs gave out and I collapsed in a dark alleyway.
I stayed there long enough for me to catch my breath and calm down. I didn't want to go back to the place that I was supposed to call home, but I didn't want to. People tossed money at me, and I stashed it in my bag, waiting until I had enough to buy a little more grass. When I had enough I stood and walked in the direction I assumed was the park where I had bought it last.
When I finally found it and found someone willing to sell it to me, I got as much as I could afford for the little money I had. I walked back home and slipped through the window, going to the washroom and pulling out a joint, lighting it with shaky hands.
I wanted the pain to stop, the screaming in my head and my body to disappear. I wanted to disappear. I finished smoking it and flopped down on my bed, closing my eyes. I was hungry. I was sore. My mind was running ragged, and I had a bad feeling.
The next week went in that order, crappy days at school followed by crappy days at home. I skipped lunch and didn't mess with the kids who considered themselves my friends, and in no time at all I was failing all of my classes. I was getting beat up regularly, each person telling me all of the reasons why I was worthless. I occasionally went to visit Sarah, and I made enough money to eat once every day or two. And then the second Friday at my new school came, and progress reports went out. I didn't get home until 11, scared of being beaten to death by my family. Yet I still went back home. And I fell asleep on my mattress-for-bed.
I woke up from my light, nightmare ridden sleep, when I heard screaming and footsteps storm down to my room, getting louder and louder with each second. I went to a fetal position, scared to know what was awaiting on the other side of my door. My door opened, and my uncle came in drunk, picking me up and slamming me against the wall.
"You're a fucking failure, and you're making you're worthless appearance rub off on us!" My uncle screamed. I watched in utter terror as he pulled a knife out, having it glint in the dull light of the moon. "And you're going to pay for being such a fucking burden." He shoved the knife into my stomach, twisting it before pulling it out and walking out of the room. "Good luck surviving." He muttered as he closed the door. My hand went to the bleeding wound in my stomach, and I grabbed my bag, giving all the strength I had to pull myself out of my room and to the nearest payphone.
Because I had no one else I knew to call for help, I dialed the number that William gave me.
"Hello, this is Spencer."
"Um, is William there?" I asked as I tried to stay on my feet, I could already feel myself start to break out in a fever, and my voice sounded horrible.
"No, he left over a week ago. Who is this?" Spencer asked.
"It's Brendon, look, I-I really need help right now." I manged to get out, trying not to pass out. It was hard not to, I wasn't sure how much blood I had lost, but it had to have been a lot.
"Okay,...where are you?" Spencer asked somewhat cautiously. I gave him the street address I could see before he hung up and I slumped to the ground, breathing heavily as I tried to stay awake.
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Yay! New chapter so soon. Thanks to PartyPoison (as always) for reviewing last chapter. I'm glad you don't think I'm a fail. And thanks to AnotherKnifeInMyHand for reviewing, glad you like it, and as always I'll try to update as soon as I can. But just because I updated today, doesn't mean I can guarantee a new chapter Friday, or even next week.
I'm swamped with multiple things because I keep making the mistake of making commitments to too many things at one time. I have to edit four videos, study for finals, work out with three different friends on three different days, try to do homework, take a little time off for myself (which will be spent at a Rise Against concert tomorrow night) and in all of that mass of things I do I somehow find time to check three e-mail accounts, organize messages on my youtube channel, make art for free on subeta, and update the stories I have on this website. So you can kind of see how it takes me forever to get to updating. Because I have so much other shit going on, I can't keep up.
Enough about my life, if I want to complain I'll just start writing a blog or something ridiculous like that. So until next time, I suppose.
-xoxo Pansy.
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