Hi I'm Amy; this is I'm Your Martyr.
I really hope you like this story I put a lot of work into it… the entire story is already written and has been for a while so there will regular updates as long as there are reviews (hint hint)
So a brief introduction
Basically everyone hates Lucas, the reason will become apparent throughout the story so bear with it and you will really enjoy it!
So here it goes Chapter One
Here he was again; he had nowhere else, school was a chore even English was a chore; well how could it not be if you are surrounded by a room full of people that hate your very being, that use you as their scapegoat for all the misfortunes and failures in their lives. So the Rivercourt became his sanctuary, he took comfort in the concrete surface, the way the ball bounced rhythmically against the floor.
He needed this, it was his therapy. He wasn't going to get it anywhere else, his mom was grieving, he had no girlfriend anymore, he could not burden her with his problems, everyone else's problems. For he was their martyr, the man who walked around with their mistakes on his shoulders, but no one realized he could not do so anymore, his knees were buckling under the strain, his heart was failing under the pressure. He was the sacrificial victim but they were not willing to assist him in his time of suffering. He didn't expect anything else.
Everyone was pained, even if the scars were from a year ago; he still had to carry their guilt. They still could not forgive, for this would be his downfall and therefore their loss.
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His alarm went off, just like every other morning however this would not be a day as usual as the others. His mother was still in her room, probably still crying from the night before, so he showered, changed and began to cook his breakfast, a task usually undertaken by his grieving mother. He understood, well of course he did, as he was her martyr.
However this morning she had arisen and was prepared with words of spite instead of her past usual loving words and well wishes for the day. 'Lucas! What the hell do you think you are doing?'
'Making breakfast Mom' he sighed, she was in one of her angry moods.
'You know I used to make breakfast for Keith all the time, before…' He was wrong, she was in one of her sentimental, and this is all your fault moods.
'I know Mom' he couldn't do this anymore, it had been four months, he was trying with everything he had left to move on but she was dragging him back down.
'But now, he's dead! And I can't cook for him anymore,' he hoped that maybe, just maybe she wouldn't blame him today. 'All because you left him in that building with Jimmy, knowing he had a gun pointed at him' He sighed, he wasn't going to be lucky today, she was angry and he would have to bear the brunt of it. 'Why did you do it Lucas? You could have taken with you and he would be here now for the baby and me! I wish it was you dead instead of Keith!' She screamed.
He dropped the pan and swung his bag on his shoulder, knowing full well his English essay was behind his mother. But he couldn't, he just couldn't deal with her, not this morning. 'I'm sorry I'm not enough' He whispered as he walked through the door. His heart broke a little bit more that morning, and he couldn't help but hold his mother responsible for that crack.
Hearing him whisper those five words crushed her. She knew it was unfair to blame him, but she had no one else, she would never be able to hold Keith in her arms again, he would never be able to feel their baby kick. Lucas was the last one to see him alive; he could have saved him, couldn't he? She needed to blame him; otherwise she would have no excuse to be mourning still.
PLEASE REVIEW IF YOU ENJOYED IT OR IF YOU HAVE ANY CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISMS…
next chapter confrontation at school...
Amy
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