Chase woke up that morning dreading the day ahead. He was bullied by the older and taller kids for his smartness and for him being short.
*Flashback*
It was Adam, Bree, and Chase's second day of school. They all had different first period classes. (Chase had math, Adam had Language Arts, and Bree had History)
Chase was walking to class when Mitchell stepped in front of him and pushed him against a wall of lockers. "Hey shorty, what is 455000 times 6600303099?" Mitchell had heard Chase spitting out math facts in a conversation with his math teacher, Ms. Heventa the day before. "3.00313791E+15." Chase answered, not amiditing that this was the simpler answer. "Geek." And with that Chase was punched in the face and the stomach, both leaving bruises along with the bruises already forming from being slammed into the lockers.
*End of Flashback*
Since then Chase was being taunted by a lot more people, including Trent, the leader of the school's jocks. Chase didn't want to go to school at all. He didn't want to fake sick, but he actually wasn't feeling well. He walked down to the kitchen. "Tasha?" "Yes Chase?" "I'm not feeling well today. Can I please stay home from school?" "Yes, you need to rest. " 'Donald should've let them go to school earlier, then they would've been exposed to more germs.' Tasha muttered under her breath, thinking no one else could hear her, but Chase heard her. No, he thought, If that had happed it would be worse.
Chase slept until 5 pm. He felt better when he woke up. About the sickness, not about the bullying. Chase was getting more and more depressed as time went on.
One dark night, the rain poured and splattered against Chase's window. Chase climbed out his window and stood in the rain. Tears ran down his face. Those thoughts haunted him. Short. Nerd. Dork. Geek. Inadequate. He bit his lip and winced at the words.
Chase sat on a rock under a tree and leaned against the trunk. He sighed as the thunder rolled and lightning split the sky in half. He shivered and wrapped his arms around himself. He then stood up and walked back to under his bedroom window.
After he climbed back into his bedroom, Chase grabbed some dry clothes and took a shower. After he got dressed, Chase checked the computer. They were there, the messages.
Chase went and turned the cd player as loud as it could go without hurting his ears or disturbing everyone. He got tired so he turned the volume down and fell asleep.
*2 hours later*
Chase woke up half asleep. He checked his phone for the time. It was 9:20 pm. Just then Bree walked into the room. "Are you Alright? I know what's been happening at school." "Yes Bree, I'm fine." He said, not telling the truth. She then left the room, going back to her own room.
Chase Davenport sat on his bed and wondered 'Why him?'. He was the youngest of three bionic kids. His brother Adam being the oldest, and then his sister Bree. His bionic powers were super smarts and super senses. Because of the extreme smarts, Chase was bullied and teased badly. On top of being smart, He was short which led to being bullied more.
The cd Chase was listening to drowned out the sound of him crying. He picked up the razor on his bathroom counter and slit his wrist, not being able to resist anymore. Tears mixed with blood as the power went out because of the raging storm outside.
No one knew about what was happening with Chase, not even Mr. Davenport or Tasha.
