Ok i didn't know what to put as the category... cause its my own and yeah i have little things here and there from movies and books but the plot and characters are mine :)
The Hidden Truth:
Chapter One: Memory and a Bad Day
"Tell me things I wont mind forgetting," she said. "Make it useless or skip it."
The voice rang fresh in his mind, words that kept him from speaking. His friend literally had no idea, and yet she was still mad at him from skipping her lunch date offer. "Oliver?" she said to reassure his presence on the other end of the phone. "Hello? Are you there?" He drew the phone away from his ear debating with him self, thinking this was a mistake. What will he say, and how?
He brought the phone back to his ear and spoke slowly unsure of what to say, "Fine. Useless? If that's how you want it." He sighed not believing himself. "Ok well . . . I love you."
Silence.
"Um, crap. Ju-just pretend I never said that - - -"
"No, no Oliver, that is so sweet I - - -" BANG! Right then there was a crack of laughter that broke over the phone that brought a deathly cold all the way to his bones.
I woke with a start; more like screaming my self awake, only to find that I was only dreaming. I was sweating, to where all the bed sheets were matted together. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as my alarm clock hysterically beeped at me from my night stand. The pathetic little stand limply sagged against the paint peeling wall of my broken down apartment. It was five years ago that my best friend, Renee Laurence, was shot and killed over the phone. Only because of what I was and what she knew.
I rolled out of bed to get ready for a hated day of High School. It's Monday, and the first day, for me at least. Today is December second, in the city of Seattle. The weather? I'm sure I don't have to explain: That the weather would be soggy, cold to the bone, and mortifying like any other day here. I went straight to the shower, and just let the water poor down on my head, watching the tiny droplets of water fall from my black hair. When I was done, I draped a towel loosely around my hips to face the mirror, take my hand, and aggressively wipe away the condensation that formed there. I stared at the figure in the mirror the bright, neon, blue eyes that stared back into mine. A droplet of water formed at my forehead, and ever so slowly fell to the tip of my nose, and into the sink.
I went to the closet to finish getting ready for today. I put on a pair of jet black skinny jeans and one of my large black V neckT-shirts. I looked at my torn jacket and groaned at the sight, I put it on, and continued to get ready. I went back to the mirror to blow dry my hair so it didn't freeze going to the bus stop. Once I was done there I shook my head so it fell in to my every day look. I don't know why but all the girls go crazy for that look. I went to my door grabbed the keys that hung on a nail, and my bag that lay on the ground.
As I locked the deadbolt to the door there was a slam next door, it happened to be my neighbor. He's around the age as me, sixteen maybe seventeen, he looks quite young to me. I continued to the elevator only to wait there and exchange an awkward silence with him. I wanted so badly to take the stairs down to the first floor lobby, but being on the top floor of a thirty-story apartment complex, that wasn't an option. The elevator doors finally dinged open, it felt like eternity standing in the hallway only hearing his faint breathing. We stood about five feet apart from each other looking at the floor levels slowly passing by. I dared not to mention a word of his night, I heard enough of it to be sick. He knew it too. My backpack on my shoulder started to fall, I adjusted it of course, and he had to take it the wrong way. I never do make the best first impressions with people, when I first moved here he offered to show me around, but I showed him the front of my door slammed in his face.
"Oh come on dude! What the hell?" he exploded
"What?" I said in defense
"It's only irritating enough living next to you. Now you just stand there as if I have a mental problem. I mean what's your deal?"
"I don't have a deal."
"Sure, ok. With the way your acting it's like you wanted in on my fun last night. I was only sex."
"There's a thing called quiet."
"I don't even know your name, but you still act as if you want to control me," he spat "Why am I talking to you of all people? You're the apartment freak who lives next door." he muttered to himself. The first floor finally came, so I took that for an escape route as an excuse not to explain my present life. Which sooner or later, ends up finding out about a broken past one id rather not talk about. Better now than later, like they always say cut it off at a bud before it blooms into a big problem. No need for any more people to be killed for what I am . . . and still am but only wish it's a bad dream that I'm living in.
I darted off to the doors that lead to freedom from discovery, but peace is only a blur in the futuristic picture. Oh annoyance has to follow me, I might as well just kill him now.
"Hey! Wait up . . .Um? Guy?" he called. I don't know it's name I don't want to either. Whenever 'friends' get involved with me it becomes a big cluster fuck. All it starts out as is just a little lint ball, a little ball of lint that can and will eventually turn into a cluster fuck. An entire cluster fuck that's no candy bar, only a hole six feet in the ground with an empty casket. While the body is in some basement without a drop of blood in any vein what so ever.
That's when I felt it, a human hand grasped at my biceps, I shuddered at the contact even through my denim jacket. Right there, now this just pisses me off, I hate being touched. I turned around so fast he gapped at my speed, stunned. Taken that I grasped his shoulders so quick he had no time to think up a plan. I took that for granted by shoving him into the red brick wall so hard I felt his teeth jar inside his head. "What the hell do you want from me?" I growled. I whipped around just as fast as I slammed him into the wall.
I sat at the bench where a crowd of students stood shivering in the cold by the street as cars zoomed by. I spun the balls of my snake bite rings in frustration at the encounter I had just experienced. I step out of my cave for one day trying to be normal and I cause a scene not even ten feet from the building. God what scene I'm gonna cause on planet goo-goo eyes. If I can clear a room of thirty-year old women in a bar, imagine what will happen in the halls of high school girls. It's nauseating, the screaming and giggling. How they all just want me in their pants, I thought it's supposed to be the other way around. Oh no, in my world you don't even wanna know.
Down at the corner of the street the yellow bus trucked along to pick up the school kids. I stood up, waited and tried to ignore the evil glares from the guys that stood too close the girls. I bit my thumb nail as if that would make them stop with the cocky, attitudes like 'this is my chick'. You don't have to be the smartest cookie to understand the boy hatred looks that I undergo.
As the bus pulled up to our little crowd of people, the doors squeaked and shuddered open into the cold air. Everyone piled into the warmth of the bus rushing to get felling back in their toes and fingers. I sat in the first open seat I came across, hoping to god no one would want to sit next to me. I pulled my backpack from my shoulder to put it on my lap. It's a plain black Jansport bag that has spray paint and splattered paint all over it, at the corners there are strips of back ducktape over the holes that have slowly created themselves over the years. I also have some pins that I use to just piss people off. One says anarchy with the 'A' in the back ground. Another says "V is for Valentine's Day" in hot pink letters, and the Valentine's Day is crossed out and in black sharpie it says vodka. So it really reads "V is for Vodka Day" the preps hate it. The last pin says "Atreyu" with a black background and scribbled in purple letters.
I unzipped the front pocket to my backpack and pulled out my iPhone to listen to music and tune out the obnoxious world. I flipped through the songs then settled down for some Blaqk Audio, "Stiff Kittens".
The bus came to another stop, the last one. This stop only picked up two people, faces hinted red from the cold. As the boy walked past me I could tell that he had to be a junkie; the sores open over blue veins. Band-Aids cover the newest of marks. He noticed that I saw and pulled down his jacket sleeves over his bloodless, ivory hands, covering his obvious hit spots. His eyes locked with mine for only a second but he thought I, just another person, thought he looked like a freak. With his platinum-blonde hair, white skin, and light grey eyes, was albino.
The girl on the other hand looked around helplessly, at all the taken seats with two people, then at me. She bit her lip and flushed bright red in the cheeks, and pointed her finger at my seat with a questioning look on her face. I pulled my bag to the side to flatten against the window of the bus. I pulled the side of my lips into a forceful smile, but she saw through it due to my leaning away from her. Fuck, why does she have to sit next to me?
I went in to my bag to pull out my silver flask of Grey Goose, and took a long sharp swig. Stopping half way with the vodka in my mouth, I swallowed hard as she bit her lip in what frustration? Crap does this girl actually think I'm cool and not a freak?
My breathing hitched as color rushed to her cheeks. A feeling I've never felt before suddenly rushed to the surface and pulsed through my being. I started coughing hysterically, on my own saliva, forgetting how to swallow. Shuddering I quickly noticed the change of song: "Last resort" by Papa Roach and tried to ignore my attraction to her.
What in the hell? Is she trying to make me blow a gasket? The cherry lollipop she just popped in her mouth happened to be like torture in my point of view. I rubbed my hand over my eyes and pulled by backpack over my awkward problem. Her outfit doesn't really help, I mean her slim tank top with this leather corset gripped tightly around her only increasing her cleavage. Her pants were similar to mine only covered from the knee down in leather heeled boots, and I bet her trench coat coasted a pretty penny. Her hair was pin straight and jet black almost shining blue while her eyes are the lightest crystal blue I have ever seen. Taking another swig of vodka I glanced over looking out the window.
The school came into view saving me from this moment. Thank God. The school, more amazing than expected. Well surrounding it, looked like a cemetery gate; with all the ivory, gargoyles, and iron points at the top of the concrete brick wall. The actual school wasn't much too different. Sharp towers, dark colors, dead trees and plants. Over all the whole building looked utterly demonic like a gothic cathedral, from Russia.
As the bus parked in the bus slots, I made myself the last to exit. Everyone slowed giving me the opportunity to go in front of them. Crowds of people sat around the benches and in the grey hinted grass. I took a deep breath and spotted a small corner in the far end of the small court. Rushing I headed for isolation, looking at the ground in spite avoiding all of the unwelcome glares.
Wham! I looked up to find a guy jaw-clenched, with hate in his eyes.
"You wanna fight punk?" in response I shook my head and went to continue on my way but he grabbed my arm.
"Don't. Touch. Me." I growled. His grip tightened and I flexed my biceps, in anticipation.
"OR WHAT? You gonna cry to your mommy?" My vision went red, and my body went ridged. I licked my bottom lip, and clenched my jaw.
"No I'm gonna pound your fucking face in." I jerked my arm from his grasp, baring my teeth.
"Fight! Fight! Fight!" the sudden crowd boomed.
"You? Kick my ass?" he barked. "Yeah right, and I'm gonna win a million dollars!" and the whole crowd snickered.
"Well then you little bitch, if you win I'll give you a million dollars. I highly doubt that though." I snapped.
"Woah! Woah, woah! Cool it you two," I know that voice SHIT! "Get outta here Luke, before I kick your ass!"
"This isn't over you faggot this is my school." he hissed pointing at me. I jumped out at him swinging my fists being held back by someone.
"Fuck you!" I yelled at him as he smiled walking away. I turned around and saw my neighbor still holding my shoulder. I clenched my other fist I wanted to swing at him, but stopped my self. "What the fuck do you want." I yelled.
"Friendship, nothing to big for saving you from being kicked out of school." he smiled in a friendly way like we were brothers. "What do you say bro?" my heart stopped at his words, no one had ever said anything like that to me, ever."
"I'm sorry that can't happen, I'm too complicated."
"You complicated? Please!" he wheezed.
"What?"
"Look at your face!" he doubled over with laughter. Not just hahaha, no he's being hysterical. Jerk.
"Ummm . . ."
"Shut up what's your name friend?"
"Oliver," I mumbled. "Oliver Hazard-Perry"
"Well then Olie, my name is Wesley" he chuckled "Wesley Finch, call me Wez."
Here's this story... my second fanfic.
and right now theres i think three full chapters typed, and I'm completely stuck on the fourth and decided to put the first chapter it on here and maybe gain some more inspiration from you lovely fans so go ahead and read :) hopefully my grammar isn't too bad i just re-read it and fixed little things so yeah R&R
Kay I made a webpage for this story its thehiddentruth .yolasite . com (no spaces between the periods hyper-links dont show up on fanfic)