Hey guys, I got some good feed back and thought I should give you some of the story now (first chapter was kind of a background thing). I can say right now I won't be uploading a new chapter everyday. Possibly once every 2 weeks or a month cuz I still have 2 other stories that are long over due for an update. Hope you like this chapter and plz comment and review!
Chapter 2- Day in the Life of an Outcast
-Matt's POV-
My bed begins moving signaling that it's time for me to wake up. I don't have a normal alarm clock considering that would raise suspicion of my hearing so I've gotten use to waking up to this. It's a Saturday, meaning no classes. It's about 9 o'clock. Time for breakfast. I get out of bed and walk over to my dresser. Opening a drawer I see that I only have a few clean shirts left. Good thing tomorrow's laundry day. Sighing my decision falls down to a black and white striped long sleeved shirt or a short sleeved black button up. The button up hasn't been taken out of this drawer for almost two weeks so let's just go with that. Another drawer confirms my suspicion of there only being one clean pair of jeans left in this room.
"great." I mutter softly. My voice sounds like a 12 year old's considering I never talk. I look down at myself still in the form I sleep in. No shirt and Mario boxers, real smooth Matt. I allow myself a slight chuckle as I climb into my jeans. There better be something good for breakfast. The only reason I eat in the cafeteria is because we aren't allowed anything other than snacks in our rooms. Meals must be eaten in the cafeteria, that and I really like the view of the forest from the corner I sit in. It has a big window that lets me
see the beautiful world around the school. The school is in the outskirts of the city for obvious security reasons, but it's never made me complain, I love the view.
Sighing I button up my black shirt slip into some shoes and begin walking towards the door that leads out of my room. Stopping with a smirk, almost forgot my goggles. I grab my orange tinted goggles off my bedside table. For the odd chance that someone pays attention to me I don't want them making eye contact. Ever heard the saying "the eyes are the gateway to the soul" or something like that, anyway in case that's true, I don't want people to see my soul. Eye contact is suppose to be one of the key components of communicating with a def person but people at whammy's know I'm not normal. If for some reason they need to communicate with me they wait until I'm looking in their general direction and I'll just nod like I'm reading their lips.
Oh joy, my hair isn't combed again, oh well. It looks fine whatever. Covering my eyes with the goggles my feet begin the slow shuffle down to the cafeteria. Gosh I'm tired. I really need to stop staying up listening to music. I'm glad Watari was nice enough to sneak those cd's in for me. There are only two people in this place who know about my little act, Watari and Roger. If they didn't know, they would have found out eventually because of the cameras placed in every room of the school, save the bathrooms. The walk to the cafeteria usually takes me 10 minutes but I'm walking pretty slow today. Some kids are wondering around the hallways, they glance at me then continue their conversation. I keep my eyes on the hallway in front of me as I listen to what they're saying.
"hey, isn't that Matt?" one kid asks.
"yeah, that's him." another confirms.
"guys why you being so loud he's right there!" some idiot whispers loudly at the others. They start laughing.
"Moron he's def it doesn't matter." a girl says. "right Matt?!" she yells down the hall. They all start laughing louder when I just continue on with out my pace disturbed. I tune them out after that, nothing important to listen to there.
I'm about half way to the cafeteria when a flash of white gets my attention. A boy with white hair and white clothes, oh that's Near. He's standing in front of his room's door, is he waiting for someone?
"mello. You should probably eat breakfast." he says in a calm monotone before walking down the hall. Mello? Who's mello? Is that the new boy we got like a month ago? I haven't seen him yet, he's not in any of my classes and he never goes to meal time. I slow my pace a little waiting for someone to come out of the room but keep my eyes forward.
"fine." a soft slightly deep voice answers back. He doesn't come out right away so I continue walking, Near is already out of sight.
-Mello's POV-
I grab my shoes and slip them on before walking out of the room. There's no one else in the hallway except for someone in front of me. It's a boy with red hair, I think his name's Matt. He reminds me of this kid I use to be friends with when I was 14. He got assigned to work with me for an important school project. We had to work together for 2 months. He was def though. I was kind of sad he could never hear my voice. He could talk pretty well and he could read my lips when I talked slowly but I learned sign language for him. He was my best friend, my only friend actually. I knew him before I joined the gang. Halfway through the school year he got hit by a truck while crossing the road and he died while in the hospital. He couldn't hear it coming and the driver couldn't see him. I locked myself in my room for a month, I was so sad. When I came back out into the world I met the leader of the gang and it went from there.
I look around realizing that I was standing in the middle of the hall staring at the floor, no wonder people think your weird Mello. I look back up and see the red haired kid ready to turn a corner in the hallway. Jogging towards him I began thinking of what to say, hi? What if I scare him?
"hey!" I say loud enough for him to hear me. He continues walking without turning to look at me. Ouch, maybe he didn't know I was talking to him? "hey Matt!" I say louder but he's out of sight now. Well, at least I tried. I walk into the lunch room and look around. There's only like 10 people in here. The red haired boy is already sitting in a windowed corner of the room eating his breakfast.
"wouldn't want to bother him." I mutter and grab an apple before walking out.
-Matt's POV-
Sitting down I begin eating my cereal in silence. My memory confirms that I've never heard the voice before. It must have been the new boy. I should have seen what he wanted but that would mean I heard him, wasn't suppose to. The cafeteria door opens and out of the corner of my eye I see a tall boy with shoulder length blonde hair. Is that him? Whatever, the scenery outside helps my mind to stop thinking about whatever I was going to say. The door reopened a moment later and I inwardly sigh. So much for that. Might as well head back to the room. Finishing up my cereal I grab my apple and throw away the rest of my food. I eat the apple on the way back to my room. While passing by what I thought was Near's room I hear what sounds like shattering glass and the muffled sound of crying. My eyes look over the door for a moment before I continue walking.
Back in the safety of my room I slide my googles down my face until they're around my neck. Making sure the door is locked I find some headphones and listen to paramore. Grabbing an Xbox controller and sitting on the floor I fall into the world of Halo where I will spend the rest of my day.
-Mello's POV-
"damn it!" I mutter under my breath. My hands shake as I try brushing away the broken glass. Blood is covering both sets of knuckles now. It was a bad idea for there to be a mirror on the back of our bedroom door. It was against my better judgement to agree to them putting it their. I'll have to have this cleaned up before Near gets back.
"he should really start wearing more than socks when he walks around the school." I sigh as I pick up all the glass and dump it in a trash can. I shouldn't have left the room, it only makes me mad. Some jerk tripped me when I was walking in the hallway and called me a freak. I wanted to punch him so bad but I can't afford to get in trouble. My level of self consciousness was high enough but that stupid mirror didn't help. As soon as the door closed my reflection was there and my anger got the best of me. I've never been good at controlling that. Walking into the bathroom joined to our bedroom I find some disinfectant and gauze. Bringing it to my bed I carefully go through the process of taking care of my knuckles. They sting as the alcohol moves over them and I hiss through gritted teeth.
"I deserve this." I mutter. Finally finished with the materials on the ground next to my bed, I find a book and begin reading it. I should have it done before I go to bed.