Hello to all who are reading this. This is the first story I've written in a while so I apologize if it's slightly below standard as I am still readjusting to writing. Reviews would be appreciated very much and all flames shall result in me unleashing Mayan apocalypse.
Hope you all enjoy this :)
Just another day. Another useless day walking around high school in my usual somnambulatory state. People always look at me as if I were a foreign entity invading their space. I hear the snickers and the mocking behind my back but I honestly couldn't care anymore. I'd had enough of these cretinous , immature , selfish children as well as my abusive, drunken father whom I'd blamed everyday for my loss. I'd had enough of life.
I wasn't always like this. I once actually had a smile on my face. This was when my best friend was still around and we'd run through mud puddles, play in sandpits and get into all sorts of trouble. I suppose that's the thing about youth, we're a lot happier perhaps due to the fact that we're so shielded and oblivious to the harsh world around us. Maybe that's why I was happy. Or maybe it was 'cause I still had a friend. Maybe... Maybe it was 'cause it was the first time I was in love.
4 Years Ago ~
"Blaine! Where are you?!" Sam shouted and listened to a lifeless echo bounce back to him from the vast forest he and Blaine often explored . "Sammie! Come here! I found a river !" Blaine replied from a distant location. Sam ran after the voice and soon came into a clearing where he saw Blaine standing with a blanket on the floor and a bag to the left of him. "Uhh... Blaine? I don't see a river?" Sam said, sounding confused as to why Blaine would lie about such a peculiar thing.
"Oh yeah, well would you look at that. Must've just been a shiny rock glistening in the distance. My bad! " Blaine replied rather hurriedly. Sam looked sceptical. "Okay... That explains the river, now please explain the blanket and the bag?" Blaine hesitated and had a faraway look in his eyes but shortly snapped out of it and replied, "Oh yes, well my mom thought we might get hungry in our adventures , so she packed this bag for us." "Oh, cool! Let's eat!" Sam replied enthusiatically.
Okay you managed to fool him, now don't blush Blaine. He's just your best friend... Who you have a crush and think is absolutely incredible. Oh boy. This may be harder than I thought. Don't back out Blaine! You can do it!
Blaine had that distant look on his face again and was staring intensely at Sam. "Earth to Blaine? Are you okay?" Sam said whilst waving his hand infront of Blaines face. "What? Oh sorry! Was just thinking about ... School! Yes, school!" Smooth Blaine, real smooth. "Oh. Okay then?" Sam looked confused and got that look on his face that Blaine had grown to find adorable.
"So Sam, I have something I want to tell you. Its kind of big and I don't want you to freak out." Sam leaned forward in interest. "You know you can tell me anything man, go ahead." Blaine took a deep breath and began. "Well, this isn't the easiest thing to say, so I'll just come out and say it. I like you Sam Evans. More than a friend. I like like you. A lot." Blaine closed his eyes tightly and was ready to get hit or to be hugged but he wasn't ready for what was about to happen. "Um... Blaine... I-I'm sorry but... I... I've gotta go Blaine." Without another word, Sam had got up and jogged away.
"No ! Wait! Sam! I'm sorry! Come back please!"Blaine ran after him trying to catch-up. He and Sam ran all the way through the forest and onto the road where finally Sam stopped, turned around and he was about to say something when the world suddenly slowed down and he was hit. The first thing to be affected by the impact were his toothpick-like legs, bending and breaking in a horrendously inhumane manner. His body, pushed back by the force of the impact, skidded across the road as if he were a ragdoll with pieces of his skin coming off his body in masses. He landed, his body contorting in a way which can only be described as unholy. He was a bloody heap , who a few seconds ago, was still a 12 year old boy. Blaine looked towards the driver who came out the car. The air escaped his lungs and he began to feel faint.
The driver was his father.
Back to the present~
I wiped away the tears as I recalled the moment that haunted me every single moment of every single day of my life.
The moment when everything fell apart.
