Disclaimer:: i don't own High School Musical.. cause if i did, everything would be a bit more sad and dramatic... maybe. Before you read this you should know that while i was writing it, i cried. i truly did. ily.
Unloved and Unwanted
Ryan Evans sat in his bedroom crying. With every cry that excaped from his body, the gashes on his back seemed to tear open again. Ryan didn't want to admit it, because he never thought he would be thinking of this, but he was thinking of killing himself. Right then and there. He was unloved. He was unwanted. He was badically any 'un' word you could think of.
His mother father had divorced, but his mother had gained custody of only Sharpay. Ryan was to live with his dad. Ever since the divorce, Ryan had been being beaten every night, weather he did something wrong or not. See, his father was an alcoholic.
Sharpay and Ryan still went to East High, but since the split, she had bee completly ignoring him. Before, Ryan was in her shadow, but people still noticed him. Now, he was alone. No one talked to him. Not even Martha or Kelsi. He had offically became the school's outsider. Ms. Darbus didn't even look at him anymore.
Although, the basketball team had become very interested in Ryan. When ever they had a problem, or they were full of anger, or they just wanted something to do, Ryan was there. He was their punching-bag. He had been beaten up by the basketball team may times. And when he would start crying out in pain, they would just laugh at him. Tears would be rolling down his face and blood would be pouring out of wounds, and they would just stand there and laugh.
Ryan remembered one when he was getting beat up by Troy and his basketball boys, Sharpay had come. He was glad to see her. He thought she would make Troy and everyone else stop and she would rescue him, but she didn't. She just stood there, and by what Ryan could see... she was laughing along like everyone else. Ryan's eyes had begged and pleaded for her to do something, anything. But she didn't. She just laughed along with the basketball team and other students who were watching. She just laughed along as her brother, her own twin, was crying and screaming out in pain. Hot tears were falling to the ground with every punch and blood was flowing out of Ryan so quickly. No one stopped to think about why so much blood was excaping him. No one cared. They just needed a pick-me-up becasue of their bad day, and Ryan was the best solution.
More tears excaped from Ryan's closed eyes. He didn't like to think about it.
Sharpay and his mother had no idea what was going on behind the closed doors of the house he lived in. No one could see the pain behind his delicate eyes that had seen and experienced too much in his young life. No one noticed the bruises on his arms from his father's hands or the cuts on his back from his father's belt. No one knew how he cried almost every minute of every day. No one knew about what was happening to him, but if they did, he didn't think they'd care.
Well, maybe there was someone. His mother... possibily. She loved him, although he hadn't talked to her in the past 7 months... since the divorce. Maybe there was someone else, but he doubted it. Ms. May, his teacher for the newest elective at East High [the subject is Life... everyday things like relationships, parents, friends, etc... She was nice and kind. She was also fresh out of college, about 24 years old. She was the All-American Girl and the Good Girl and the Sweetheart. She was never mean, she was basically like a teenager herself.
In the last few weeks, Ms. May had been treating Ryan alittle differently. She had been giving him more attention lately. He figured she just noticed the sad boy who always had his head down and who sat in the back corner of the room. Yeah, right! She probably heard or saw one of the beatings he'd gotten from the basketball team. It's not that he didn't mind her giving him more attention, it's just that... he didn't want anyone's pity, mainly because no one had ever given a lot of attention before.
Ryan sighed. He didn't really want to do this. Kill himself, things could turn out ok. Or you could turn up dead by either your father or Troy and his boys. The voice in the back of his head said.
Ryan looked down. He wasn't wearing a shirt and he could see all the gashes and bruises on his torso. He didn't like it. He didn't like the way it looked, the way it felt, or why he had gotten them.
Ryan laid down on his bed and turned the light out. He wasn't going to kill himself. He didn't want to be selfish and do this for himself. Although, in the long run, this would be better for everyone.
A/N- So??? What'd ya think? Too sad? Not sad enough? I'm thinking of turning this into a story not just a oneshot... should i? Please review and give me your creative thoughts. ily. -caitlin.