AN: Hello my lovelies!~ ... Please don't be mad at me for making this instead of working on Second Chance. I re-watched the episode and got inspiration. . Hope you enjoy!~
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"Omph!" Sidney Poindexter let out as his face was rammed into the locker wall once again, the rest of his body with it. The following darkness told him the door had been shut on him. Again. He mentally cursed his small size. Again. And his glasses. And his face. And his nerdiness. And generally everything about himself. Again. He sighed as he tried to move around enough to get the wire coat hanger he kept for these frequent occasions. The high school Senior was less than two hours away from leaving this hell hole for good minus graduation, but two hours was still plenty of time for his peers to abuse him more.
He finally got where he could pick the lock from the inside, managing to lower himself out of it rather than falling out. He'd been shut in it enough to know how for sure. He pulled his notebooks out after himself then shut the door, heading off to his last final of the day rather quickly so as not to be late. Even the teachers didn't give him a break in this school, but he wouldn't have to see any of them ever again. He was graduating that night and then leaving for California the next day, hsi parents all-too-glad to be paying for a schooling that would get him out of their hair. He honestly didn't mind the lack of love his parents gave him with how much they instead gave to his twin brother, Bobby.
Sidney tolerated his favoring parents. Bobby, on the other hand, Sidney flat-out loathed. Anyone who would try to argue to him that he shouldn't hate his brother should walk a mile in his worn-out shoes. Bobby got everything from their parents and was Sidney's worst bully of all, the pair of fraternal twins being more opposite than brightest day and darkest night. The only thing the same was the color of their hair, and even then the textures were different.
Sidney shoved aside the black thoughts of his family as he reached the classroom, managing to make it to his seat without incident despite five legs being put out to try tripping him. He sat and pulled out his pencil, ready to ace this test and be free.
Sidney rushed out of the classroom before anyone else when the final bell rang and made it to his locker, pulling out everything except the clothes hanger and his mirror and shoving it into his backpack. The crowds of students started to fill the hall around him, everyone being very loud and excited for summer break and/or graduation. He shut his locker quickly and sped through the halls the best he could, trying to make it out before anyone could bully him again. He failed slightly as he was tripped seven times while he ran, but he didn't pause at any of them, getting right back up and running again. He finally made it to the exit and halfway jumped out the doors, hurrying along the sidewalk and towards the outside of town, aiming for his hideout.
He made it there with no problems and dropped his backpack to the floor of the old tree house, sitting down in the corner and picking up the his latest read. He settled in and got lost, imagining himself as the protagonist just as he always had in every book and comic he'd ever read. It made him feel like he was actually worth something when everyone around was telling him otherwise.
He stayed in his childhood tree house (the family of four had moved to another house in town when Sidney was twelve but nobody has bought their old one even to this day) for hours, reading until his eyes ached and he had finished one book and began another. He closed it and set it gingerly on top of his stack, standing and stretching before fixing his glasses. He glanced out the open window at the town clock tower and jumped.
"Holy Socks! I'm going to be late!" he exclaimed before grabbing his backpack and hurrying to the ground, running all the way across town to his house and quickly throwing on his graduation gown overtop of his current clothing, picking up his cap, and taking off again. He managed to make it back to the school just as the students began walking in. He tugged on his cap and jumped into line behind his twin, ignoring whatever snarky comment the bigger brother made to him.
The ceremony dragged on, Sidney keeping up a bitter commentary in his head as each person walked across the stage, all of them having bullied him more than once per school year. Finally it was his turn to go across and recieve his ticket of freedom. He barely even noticed as the assistant principal mispronounced his last name despite having said it perfectly for his brother. He was halfway in a daze as he returned to his seat and throughout the rest of the ceremony. The daze continued as they were released and he headed back towards his locker to pick up his mirror since he hadn't wanted it to get broken earlier. It ws an antique and the one gift he'd ever gotten and liked, after all.
The hallway was fairly dark around him with only one light on at the end of it, but he didn't mind much as he opened locker 724 for his last time. He picked up the hanger and turned on his heel, heading across the hall for the trashcan, the piece of metal reminding him of too many miserable times for him to deem it worthy of keeping. He tossed it happily then went back across to his locker to get the mirror.
He was completely unsuspecting of anything amiss until there was an arm reaching around him and slamming into his gut. The punch threw him backwards onto the ground and made his glasses go flying. He looked up at his attacker and could easily make out Bobby despite the blurriness. He was hoisted from the floor under his arms by his brother's two biggest "goons".
"Hey, Poin-dork. How about one last beating for old times' sake, huh?" Bobby grinned as he said this and Sidney struggled a bit against the guys holding him off the ground. He'd had enough. He was not going to take this as easily as he normally has; he had just graduated high school, and he was absolutely finished with all of it. Sidney was neither flexible nor strong, but anger was fueling him now. Bobby pulled back his fist to clock Sidney again but was stopped as Sidney's foot connected with his face.
Bobby stood shocked for a moment before scowling so deeply that the half-blind Sidney could still get just how angry he had made his brother. It was in that moment Sidney remembered something he'd shoved back in his had years ago; his brother was bipolar and while that did not immediately mean anything bad, every doctor he'd seen had labeled him as dangerous when angered. Sidney could feel the tension rolling off the two large boys holding him, both of them nervous at this display despite being on the other side of Bobby's fist as Sidney.
"Drop him," Bobby ordered them, to which the two immediately complied and stepped away quickly. Sidney hit the floor hard on his feet, pain shooting up his ankles and lingering in the several spots where his legs had been broken before. A slap on the face sent him to the ground, and he finally found his glasses and quickly slid them on. "Look here, Sidney. You've been nothing but a pain since we were born. When you leave tomorrow, Do. Not. Come. Back. Got it?"
Sidney narrowed his eyes at his twin and remained silent, getting back on his feet. "I can come back home if I want to! I-" he began, but never got to add that he didn't want to come home ever again before he was soaring through the air and slamming head-first into the lockers. Though he'd done this many times in his high school years, this time was different. He was too low and too far over to simply hit the back of his locker. His head hits the knob of the locker next to his open one and he immediately blacks out.
He comes to again in complete darkness and in severe pain, his head swimming still. He has sense enough to feel around a bit and knows he's once again in his locker. He mentally begins cursing and digs around for the hanger, too unaware to remember he'd thrown it out. He's not too unaware to the fact that his neck is hot and wet, though. He fuzzily reaches his hand to feel his neck, following the feeling up to the top of his head where hot wetness is gushing out alarmingly.
Sidney pulled his hand back around to his bent-up lap, wanting nothing more than to sleep. A tiny voice protests in his head, realizing the danger and making him aware that he's dying, but the fact is oddly comforting to Sidney. He let his head droop over, eyes shutting as he is filled with a false sense of relief from the coldness of his mirror against the wound. He's too out of it to notice the green glowing of the mirror that partially lights up the locker and is soon falling, fading, dying.
Best part about all of these is you guys always know there's death at the end. XD Anywho, if you didn't pick up on it, the mirror was special. When he bled on it then died, it then trapped his spirit. Let me know if you think I should up the rating and if you see any errors. Thanks for reading and have a good day! F, F, & R!~ :D
