Rotton to the Core.
A collection of short stories about the students at the infamous Bullworth Academy.
All characters mentioned in this belong to Rockstar Games. I do not make money off of this.
Rated T for having the same content as the game
Italics with quotations stand for thoughts
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Chapter 2: Sleep
Ivan stares at his Morty Mouse wall clock. It reads 4:48 am. It's the third night in a row he hasn't slept and it shows on his face. Nasty dark circles are forming under his eyes . It's also affecting his state of mind. He often finds himself losing track of time during the day and at night he desperately tries to find something to preoccupy his sleepless boredom. Homework, reading comic books, drawing bad doodles or even staring out the window. Right now he's doing homework. He's thankful for the long and complicated math assignment Mr. Hattrick has given.
' At least I'm putting this staying up all night to use'.
He pops a sleeping pill into his mouth. The bottle reads Sleepatrex. It's the supposedly the strongest sleeping pill on the market. Doesn't seem any different to him. Tastes the same. Looks the same. Works the same(meaning it doesn't work at all). Ivan now sighs and leans back in his chair. The whole situation sucks ass. He never had problems like this before he came to Bullworth. At least, not as severe. But then again, everyone here at this dump has some serious issues. Like Johnny and his anger management problems. Or Thad and his yard stick obsession. Or Gary and his…well, the guy's just off in the head. Maybe it's the whole atmosphere at the school. Or maybe it's from all those years of his mother beating him half to death with that giant tree branch she found in the yard. Every time he closes his eyes, he sees the witch towering over him with that tree branch. He's always had these nightmares, but it's been worse lately.
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.
Three weeks ago he was in the nurse's office complaining.
" These pills don't work! Just like the last ones!".
" Well young man, have your parents ever tried therapy?".
" Pssh, my dad doesn't 'believe' in therapy. He thinks drugs can fix everything. And don't get me started on my mom" scoffed Ivan.
"I haven't slept in three days straight you know. You have to have something stronger!".
" Mr. Alexander, I would strongly advise against taking-".
" Okay, let's see how you'd like to sleep with your eyes open".
The old crone paused. "Well…there is one….but it's an extremely high dosage, far too much for one of your age, height and weight".
Ivan crossed his arms. He wasn't taking no for answer.
" I can just cut up the pills. Please just give it to me!".
With a sigh, the bat finally gave in. Taking a key from her pocket, she unlocked a cabinet high on the wall. She stretched her arm long, just barely able to reach the bottle.
"Here we are. Sleepatrex. Only take half a pill a day now because, as I said before , it's a very strong dosage and could be potential y fatal if one were to overdose on it".
Ivan's eyebrows raised upon seeing the large skull and cross bones on the label.
' Holy crap….well, hopefully this will get the job done'.
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Ivan looks at his clock again. 5:16 am.
' Screw this!'
.He swallows almost a full bottle of pills without the aid of water. He dresses in his royal blue pajamas, fluffs his pillows, and lays down. Five minutes pass and he feels the long awaited sensation of sleepiness. His eyes close and darkness takes over. And after what seems like mere seconds, Ivan awakes to late morning feeling unbelievably refreshed. He hasn't had such a nice sleep in such a long time. He stands and stretches his arms.
' Ah, man, I haven't felt this great! Looks like that Sleepatrex really worked!'.
He turns around and he's looking down at himself still in bed.
'Huh? But I'm standing up. How can?'. He reaches forward and his hand goes straight through the bed.
' Uh oh…'
Yep. A character death. Too bad.
XX-THIRST