Chapter One: Introduction

Honestly? We all saw it coming once we take a deep breath and think about the situation after the hard initial shock wore off and our minds could properly address the new reality. Nobody in Bullworth could attempt to deny that we weren't all at least a little sure that the day would come that he would be taken away from us, ripped away from his typical life that in all seriousness, was anything but typical. None of us knew how to properly handle the inevitable scene of our fellow roamer screeching as he was dragged off campus without a single uttered word of goodbye. He had became part of our lives since we didn't have any other options. Seeing him leave before the school year was over with was chilling, at least to me it was. Not a memory that I could fondly play in my head, but yet I did right before I slept at night in my now empty dorm room that only held me. I believe that it's something surprisingly troublesome that we got used to him in our everyday lives. Weird, right? We had gotten used to someone who is clinically proven to be a sociopath and enjoys the torment of defenseless individuals without an emotion along the lines of forgiveness anywhere to be found. And the weirder thing was, none of us cared that much by his presence. Most people kept their distance from him and just tried to ignore the other student. People of his type, who are badly troubled, they are just kinda... there. They live on their lives and rarely address the simple fact that the whole school stares in anticipation to see if they will do something wacky or dangerous if they are at the extremity that he was. I didn't mind seeing kids stare at him and try to get him on edge by taunts, though it did bother be to some extent. I, of course, didn't like anyone teasing him, but it was better than him being beat to a bloody pulp by the Jocks. I did started to mind when the taunts brought out a very horrid side of him. It got to where it was hard to calm him down once he was riled up. He got on a kick that he would start ranting in class or he would throw something and walk out as the girls giggled and the guys rooted him on, but only after several minutes of the teachers yelling at him to behave and his act having continued on for, at least, half of the class time. It was happening frequently after the big fight with Jimmy. You could see on his face that he wasn't happy and that he was just plain and simply frustrated while he yelled about nonsense that I'm still, to this day, trying to decode the meaning, if there is one. I think that I am among the few that used to notice those emotions of his that were written clearly on his tanned face. Anger, denial, self-hatred… The other children thought he was doing it for attention, like that one bad kid that will talk back to the teachers or stand up and make a scene just for some laughs that resulted into two seconds attention.

No. To me it was painfully obvious that he wasn't trying to cause a fuss for attention, when he normally tried to keep his head down and his metaphorical mask on tight. I think he was doing it because he was truly angry with the school or maybe even with whatever had crossed his mind. His outbursts never lasted long because he always decided to go somewhere else. Maybe to cool off? He was always sent to the office, but I hardly believe that he went. Kids have talked loudly in the hallways as they claim with all their hearts that they saw him walk by their classroom or even open the door, poke his head in with an expression of confusion, shut the door, and walk away just as quickly without one word. He isn't himself anymore. I don't need to know if those rumors are true to know he is different, but hearing those stories, it's scary to think that I can see him doing those acts. He wouldn't be doing as crazy things two months ago.

People claim he is evil or possessed by a demon. Evil in the sense that he can't be saved unless he turns to a church or begs for his salvation by God above. If that's really the case, he is out of luck completely. When we were roommates, he would talk all night if you let him about how the concept of God is just an imaginary figure we as humans use to make ourselves feel better about doing things that are immorally wrong. I don't say much when I hear that a higher being is the key to unlocking and freeing his internal madness. Not only do I not speak up because it's none of my business, but I don't agree. Not at all.
I believe he is a good person somewhere far deep down. I believe we all are in some way or another, even if it is by the tiniest portion. We weren't born sinned, evil, and damned to be bad creatures. We weren't born to cause destruction on Earth and raise hell upon our neighbors. I never expected to be put in a position that I was asking myself if my best friend, who sadly is by best friend, is possessed or a spawn from hell. But, what do I know, really?
I'm just simple me. And Gary is just Gary.