Note: This fan fic is based off the new release Chronicle...Figured to give you an FYI to my spin on it. Enjoy, and please remember this is my first time so be gentle...lol
I am sick and tired of doing nothing with my life. I am alone in this world. I feel so out of place like I don't belong no matter what I do. No one seems to even realize I am around..Me..Andrew Detmer. Ever since I was a small child, I have been shunned and ignored. I don't like confrontation, and I try hard to avoid it. I hate life...Because no matter how hard I try. I always fall short. And those that stand out. Those that have power over me know it. I am constantly ridiculed and assaulted by those at the top of the popularity food chain at school, and if that is not bad enough...I come home to it all over again with my drunk father.
I exchange one prison for another...What the heck am I suppose to do? No one would believe me if I told them my father beat me every night. And he if got wind of it, I would be made out the lair only to have his ire after they had all gone home. I would rather stay locked in my own room. But even I am not afforded that luxury...
That is ok though. I have a plan now...And even as I set up my camera facing my bedroom door, I now had the upper hand. I had the ability to document everything around me. I had the ability to make people see their mistakes and realize the ugly truth that was going on while recording my very own life. It is genius I tell you! And if they think otherwise...All I have to do is hit rewind and air it for all to see. Pay back is a bitch, but when you are as low as I am on the totem pole...You had to do what you had to just to survive this dog eat dog world.
Some of you might wonder why I have it pointed at the door to my bedroom. True I am making a few minor adjustments, but I have a reason for this. I wanted proof of how much of a jackass my father was...And speaking of the devil...
"Get up boy..." I heard him bellow from down stairs. Even his voice grated on my nerves but what am I suppose to do, he is my dad and he is taking care of my mother. A mother that is down stairs dying from an illness that is literally killing her slowly and painfully as possible. It is only because of her I remain behind and not running the streets. It is only because of her I continue to put up with my father's abuse. Suddenly there was a pounding on my bedroom door, followed there after by a jostling of my door knob.
"Is this door locked? Andrew, open this god damn door right now!..." The door quakes on its hinges as he attempts to break in. The whole time my camera rolling.
"I am recording this." I respond with a little more determination.
"You're what?..This is my house boy, you open this door right now..."
"No...I am going to show them what you are doing...I am recording everything from now on."
My father grumbled in retreat. I stood next to the camera listening..Waiting...Had he actually retreated? Was this the answer I needed all along? Why hadn't I done this before? A slow grin forms over my lips as think upon it while slowly glancing at the camera. It is out of the corner of my eye I notice the clock on the night-stand next to my bed.
"Shit..." I am gunna be late for school...