I nearly died when I saw how many reviews, favourites and followers I got for the introduction chapter! I can't thank you guys enough. I shall make a list of thank-you's to the people who have reviewed, favourited and followed this story or myself at the end of this chapter. (And I shall for my other chapters, too. :D)
I hope this chapters up to your expectations, I'm trying to set the scene without making the chapter too long. The first few chapters shall be edging in to the main story, so please be patient. :)
I just hope you all enjoy it, and I apologise for any spelling mistakes as this was written at 2AM. The same applies for the first chapter.
~Sky
When you are like me; with nothing but your mother's care, you find it hard to wake up in the mornings. You lack the motivation to get through the day and all you want to do is sleep because it is the easiest way to escape from reality. Even just for a little while.
When I woke up, I was in the same place that I fell asleep in - curled up on the floor, directly in front of my door. My whole body ached from sleeping uncomfortably on the floor, but the bruises I recieved the day before hurt more. Opening my eyes, I blinked a couple of times to adjust to the light (or lack of it) in my room. There wasn't very much streaming through the windows, so I assumed it was early morning. I carefully got up off of the floor and stretched, wincing slightly because of my bruises.
Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I stumbled over to my drawers and pulled out fresh pants, socks, underwear and a t-shirt. I unlocked my door and made my way over to the bathroom, grabbing a towel on the way there. The clock at the end of the hallway read that it was quarter past five in the morning, not quite late enough for any other family members to be awake. Taking my chance while I still had it, I went into the bathroom locking the door behind me. I put my towel and clothes on the floor and walked over to the full-sized body mirror.
Taking off my t-shirt, I saw that yes, the bruising had appeared on my body. The right side of my face was different shades of purple and my abdomen had shades of purple, green and yellow on it. My father did this to me. My own father; my own flesh and blood. He did this to me. I ran my fingers over the bruise, my heart feeling like it had been ripped in two. How did it get to this?
As tears welled up in my eyes, I decided that I should stop staring at myself in the mirror. It wasn't doing me any good; I was wasting time. Time that I could be using to plan out my day and avoid my family. I wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone; I just wanted to be locked up in my room, not speaking, not moving and not interacting with anyone. But that wasn't going to happen, so I took off the rest of my clothes and stepped into the shower, allowing the hot water to soothe and wake me up.
Since Thor had decided he is not driving me to school anymore (because it would hurt his already-too-big-ego) I have had to either go by the school bus, or walk. Seeing as I live four miles away from school, I thought it wise to go by the school bus. (If I walked, it would take over an hour to get there and to be quite frank, I do not have the energy, stamina or motivation to walk that far to get to school.)
Successfully managing to avoid every one of my family members, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't comfortable stepping on to the bus. Most people halted their conversations to look over at my face. The mixture of shock and silence was un-nerving and the tension in the air was unbelievable. Honestly, if I wasn't noticed before for my pranks, mischief and arrogance, I was now noticed for being a punch-bag. I quickly glanced over at the people on the bus, deciding it best to ignore them all. Keeping my head down and my gaze at the floor, I walked over to the closest available seat. (Which was close to the front. Thank-you, Jenova. Yes, I play Final Fantasy. Or did. Thor. That is all.) Sitting next to the window, I decided to fish my iPod out of my pocket, pop my headphones in my ears and listen to my music full volume and use that as an excuse to ignore everyone and everything that tries to talk to me.
Averting my gaze out of the window, watching the buildings and scenery go past, listening to The Clash, Sex Pistols, Black Sabbath and AC/DC, it is safe to say I managed to ignore most people who tried to talk to me. Most of the people I was not aware of, but some of them I caught their reflection in the window. I was and still am very good at not interacting with people when I don't want to.
Heading straight to class once the bus arrived at school, I kept my head down to try and avoid un-wanted attention. My first class was art, which was thankfully on the ground floor but unfortunately on the other side of the school to the side I am currently on. Heading toward the art and technology corridor, head down and deep in thought I did not notice when Fandral decided to walk along side me.
"Hey Lok-"
"Go away, Fandral." I stated, not bothering to attempt to put any emotion, apart from venom, in the statement whatsoever. If there was one other person apart from my father and Thor that I did not want to speak to - it was Fandral.
"What's wron-"
I scowled. "At the moment, you are." I carried on walking, nearly at the art/technology corridor.
I can tell that he paused and was debating whether or not to carry on speaking.
Fandral is one of Thor's friends; he is annoying, arrogant and flirts with just about anything that is alive. Yes, that includes myself. Unfortunately. But unfortunately for him, I was in a very bad mood and he was making it worse the longer he stayed in my presence. I was not, dare I say it again, in the mood for speaking to Fandral; especially if all he has in mind is trying to get in to my pants.
I slipped in to my class room and sat down, effectively(?) escaping Fandral. (A.K.A- Oaf number three. Oaf number one being Thor, oaf number two being Volstagg and oaf number three being Fandral. Hogun and Sif weren't much of the oaf type, although Sif is manly enough to be classed as one.)
Getting a piece of paper and a pencil, I started drawing, keeping my head down. I didn't want to attract attention to myself.
Art was something that I enjoyed. Much like sleeping, it lets me zone out from reality and escape from it every once in a while. It allows me to express my feelings and vent when I cannot do that anywhere else. Sleep does not come easy for me seeing as I have insomnia, so art is a very good way for me to escape reality.
As I zoned out, I carried on drawing, not actually seeing what I was drawing. My thoughts went back to my father. No, not my father... Odin. I am not classing a man who hits me, who shouts at my mother every day for no reason at all, who doesn't even class me as his son anymore, my "father". He hardly ever appreciates the fact that I actually exist, unless he is in need of anything. Acting like this, he expects me not to back-chat him and be sarcastic, arrogant and rude to him? He does not have the right to shout at my mother, to hit me because I have not done what he has asked, to not acknowledge me, to make me depressed... to upset me, my mother and favour Thor. Because Thor is the perfect child that everybody loves. Thor is kind-hearted, Thor is handsome, Thor is tall, Thor is muscular and strong, he plays sports and he has had a girlfriend-
"Loki."
Scratch that, several girlfriends. And he has been with his current girlfriend, Jane, for over half a year. Congradu-fucking-lations, Thor, you have managed to stay with one girl for over a month. Me, on the other hand, have not even had one. Not even a boyfriend. Relationships are not very important to me; to be honest, not many things are important to me-
"Loki!"
-The only things that matter to me are my mother and the need to get good grades to escape the hell that I am currently living in. Sometimes I do not even see the point in studying, because the things that my school teaches us - we are never going to use in life. Most of the mathematics we learn; we will NEVER need. I do not see myself ever using half of the things we learn in science, mathematics, english... religious education is just a subject that should be killed, anyway. It is pointless and un-necessary-
"LOKI ODINSON!"
My pencil snapped and I looked up as my piece of paper was picked up off of the table. Mrs Hill stood there, studying the piece of paper before frowning and looking back at me. Her frown deepened as, I guess, she saw my bruise for the first time.
"Mr Odinson, I suggest that you listen to what is being said during lessons rather than drawing very," she paused, placing the paper back on my desk, causing people to look over and try and see what I had drawn "Disturbing pictures. Now, if you wouldn't mind place that drawing in the bin and take yourself to 's office. He wants to see you."
Apparently during the time that I had zoned out, as well as drawing a picture - the class had begun.
I stared at the piece of paper on my desk in disbelief, my mind unable to produce any line of thought. Why... did I draw this? This of ALL things? I could tell that I was shaking in fear, and I had to try my best not to whimper and to hold back the tears threatening to leave my eyes.
I had drawn myself, in a similar position that I slept in last night. I was lying in the dark and appeared to be unconcious with an empty bottle of sleeping pills lying in front of me, the lid beside it. I was pale; more pale than I currently was.
Finally looking up from the paper, I quickly scanned the classroom. Everyone was seated and Mrs Hill was still in front of me, arms folded, waiting for me to do something with a worried look on her face. The other students in the room were looking at me with a mixture of curiosity, confusion and slight shock. I recognised two of them as Thor's friends - Tony Stark and Clint Barton, but ignored them. They will most likely tell Thor about this. And then Thor will most likely tell Odin about it, and then-
I quickly got up, screwing the piece of paper up in my hands and made a bee-line to the door of the classroom. Throwing the piece of paper in the bin by the door, I walked out, slamming it behind me. I walked aimlessly down the corridor, purposely avoiding Fury's office. Legs still shaking, heart racing and slightly, just slightly traumatised by the picture that I myself had drawn, I do not think I am prepared to handle right now. Not at the moment. He will probably interrogate me, shout and tell me bad news. He always did, I don't think it's going to change anytime soon. I didn't even know why he wanted me to go to his office - I hadn't pranked anyone for a while now, not since I put fireworks in the football teams changing rooms and set them off as they were all changing. It would be an understatement if I said it was entertaining seeing more than ten massive, muscular, supposedly strong 'men', run out of the changing room doors screaming, ducking and running for their lives, half naked and toward the other side of the school. Thor was amongst them, which made me laugh even more.
Going in to the disabled bathrooms, locking the door behind me, I washed my face and leant over the sink, trying to get myself together. Something like that can never happen again; I don't want the school to interfere with my "private life" - even if my "private life" was disasterous. It would just make things worse. Much, much worse.
I went to get my cell-phone out of my bag as a source of entertainment but stopped. I didn't have my bag. I left it in the art classroom. I left it in the classroom. I sighed and sat down on the toilet seat, putting my head in my hands. Why can't I do anything right? Atleast ONE thing? I'm not going back to that classroom. Not yet. I just hope my bag will still be there at break-time, because I'm staying in these toilets until then.
Thankyou's to;
cara-tanaka And of course, to my wonderful friends Jun and Hollie. ~Sky
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