Hello again! I am here with a new chapter!

In this chapter, the more supernaturally stuff will start easing its way in, and of course, the usual twisted stuff I put Vince through ;-;


Vince woke up the next morning once again an hour before he needed to actually get up. Stretching his sore limbs, he climbed out of bed and dug through his dresser drawers until he found something he actually wanted to wear. He settled on wearing just a plain white t-shirt and a pair of faded blue jeans. After pulling them out of the dresser, he walked over to the door and grabbed his jacket. Then taking a breath to settle his nerves again, he gripped the doorknob and slid the door open with a light creak. Pausing all movement, he listened carefully. Then, he slid to the bathroom and repeated yesterday's rituals. As he got out of the shower and got dressed though, he couldn't help but notice that the bathroom mirror seemed extra foggy today. Shrugging, he eased his way out of the bathroom and then creeped silently downstairs. His dad wasn't there this time, but when he looked out the window he noticed the car was gone. His dad must have left sometime during the night after unlocking the door. Now knowing his dad wasn't home, he sighed in relief. He would have to sneak out today. His head suddenly hurt, almost as if he'd stood up too fast even though he was already standing. Shaking his head and taking a deep breath, he continued on to the kitchen. Not really that hungry, he just grabbed a slice of bread and decided that's all he wanted. It was really all he could get away with eating unnoticed anyways. Going upstairs to his room, he munched the bread while finishing the book he'd checked out yesterday. He suddenly scrunched his face up and looked at the piece of bread. Odd, he could almost swear if was as soft as fresh bread a moment ago, and now it was crunchy, almost to the point of being toast. He shook his head in confusion, but he didn't really question it. After he finished the piece of bread/toast, and he finished reading the book, he grabbed his backpack up off the floor and walked back downstairs and out the backdoor. Yawning widely, he looked around. The sun was just now starting to rise, but the desert air still had a crisp, nighttime chill in it. Walking over to his car, he opened up the door and slung his backpack into the passenger seat. Then, he climbed into the driver seat and back out of the driveway. While driving, he experienced another random headache, this time it was harsh enough for him to have to pull over so that he didn't wreck his car. Clenching his eyes shut, he took a few calming breaths and sat there for a moment before trying to go to school again. He ended up being ten minutes late. He groaned miserably as he walked to the principal's office. Walking in, she looked up at him unimpressed.

''Vincent DiCola, how nice of you to finally arrive'' she said irately.

''I'm sorry Mrs. Cronis. I was suffering from some severe headaches and had to pull over a couple times to catch my bearings'' he said honestly, looking down at the floor.

''Another excuse, eh?'' she said, looking at him in a condescending manner. After looking over him a few more minutes, she dismissed him by sending him to the nurse so he could get signed in.

''Hello Vince. Nice to see you again'' she said in a similar manner to the principal. He nodded, his head starting to throb. He leaned down to put his name down on the sign in sheet before leaning back up. His head really started pounding , and Mrs. Hurt- he also thought that was the most perfect name for a nurse as well- noticed.

''Are you okay?'' she asked.

''Yeah, I'm fine. My head's just hurting a bit'' he said, then his eyes rolled back as he collapsed down on the floor.

''Vincent!'' Mrs. Hurt yelled, grabbing him before his head hit the floor. She put her hand on his forehead to check his temperature, only to pull her hand back quickly.

''Lisa! Get in here!'' she yelled. Quickly, her assistant nurse bustled in. Her eyes widened when she saw Vince's limp form.

''Get a thermometer so I can see how high his temperature is!'' she yelled at her assistant. Lisa nodded, scrounging around to find the needed item. Mrs. Hurt pulled his jacket off to help keep him cooler, only to gasp in shock.

''Oh my gosh...'' she said mostly to herself. She almost gagged as she sat her fingers on his wrist to check his pulse.

''I got the thermome- oh my gosh! What happened to him!?'' she yelled. Mrs. Cronis heard all the yelling from her office, so she came in to see what was going on, only to lift her hand up to her mouth.

''How could anyone do this?'' Lisa said after handing the thermometer to Mrs. Hurt. She ran her fingers gently down his right arm, and he winced unconsciously. She moved her hand back, somewhat disgusted by the feeling of the numerous scars up and down both his arms. Then, she noticed that they weren't just scars from being cut.

''They're... they're words!'' she gasped. Looking at them, she spelled them out slowly, seeing as they were cut nastily and somewhat hard to read.

''W...O...R...T...H...L...E...S...S...Worthless...F...A...I...L...U...R...E...failure. Oh, I hope he didn't do this to himself'' she said sadly, until she heard the thermometer frantically beeping. Mrs. Hurt pulled it out of his mouth and looked at it.

''His temperature is 110. That's...That's not natural! One of you call 911! Now!'' she yelled. Lisa grabbed the office phone and quickly dialed 911. After telling them the situation, she hung up and ran to the sink. Ripping loose a few paper towels, she got them wet with cold water and ran over to Vince. She wiped his face down as gently as she could while brushing his hair back with her other hand, and she almost started crying as her fingers felt more scars on his head. His eyes opened blearily for a few moments, and he looked up at her sadly.

''You...You weren't supposed to know...'' he said before passing out again. In the distance, they could hear the sirens blaring loudly as they approached.


Out in the hall, the bell had already rung for students to head to their second classes. So when ambulances started screeching into the school's parking lot and paramedics started rushing in, everyone was instantly alert. Jack, Raf, and Miko all watched in confusion and shock as Vince was wheeled out of the nurse's office on a stretcher. Unfortunately for the unconscious Vince, everyone saw the scars littering his arms. Miko actually ran to the bathroom after seeing them. Jack looked on sadly, not believing his eyes. Everyone was just kind of standing in the halls when Mrs. Cronis looked at them.

''Nothing here concerns you. Get back to class!'' she yelled at them all. Then, everyone rushed to their next class, all chatting sadly and morbidly about what they'd just witnessed.


When Vince woke up, the first thing he noticed was an annoying beeping sound. The next thing he noticed were incredibly bright lights. Blinking his eyes open, he became aware of someone talking to him.

''...ere me?'' someone said. He looked towards the voice, only to see Jack's mom there.

''Mrs. Darby? What are you doing in this really bright room?'' he asked, trying to clear the sleep from his mind. She smiled sadly.

''I work here Vince. I'm a nurse. You're in the hospital'' she explained to him. At that he started, trying to jump out of the bed he was in. She pushed him back down.

''No...No! I can't be here! He'll get mad at me again!'' he yelled.

''Shhh! It's okay, Vince. You're okay now. It's okay'' she said soothingly. Slowly enough, he calmed down until his heart was beating at a normal speed.

''Vince? Who's 'he'? Is it your father?'' she asked calmly. He looked up at her with sad eyes, wanting to tell her, but knowing his dad would find out about it if he did.

''I can't tell you'' he said quietly.

''Vince...whoever did this to you needs to be locked away in a prison cell. You don't have to hide anything from me, you're safe here. We just need to know'' she said calmly. He refused to say anything though. She sighed sadly before standing up.

''Just call if you need anything or you want to talk. I'm here for the next eight hours, and everyone else here is also willing to help you out as well'' she said before walking out of the room. He watched as she left, truly wanting to tell her everything. He just sighed sadly, leaning back and staring at the ceiling like he usually did.


''Wow...'' was all that Chief Cobyn, Jasper's police chief, could say as he looked over the pictures and the report the hospital had provided. All he could do was stare at the pictures, almost unbelieving.

From an X-ray, and also just by overall sight, the people at the hospital reported that Vincent DiCola suffered from multiple concussions and skull fractures that had healed sloppily, most of his ribs had been broken, fractured, or cracked at least once, he suffered from malnutrition, dehydration, he had multiple cigarette burns all over his body, mostly his stomach and between the backs of his shoulder blades, large scars that were made to resemble words littered his body, most of the first layer of his skin had been eaten away by some kind of harsh chemical soap, his arms had been popped out of their sockets multiple times before it seems, and there were crisscrossing scars across his wrists that were probably put there in an attempt to take his own life to escape the torture he was enduring.

The main suspect of the abuse was his father, who had a record of being violent towards those around him. He grabbed the office phone and called the court house.

''I'd like to request a search warrant to investigate Robert DiCola's house'' he solicited.

He'd bring justice to this kid, one way or another.


Huzzah! And no, even though everyone knows his secret now, its not the last we'll here of Mr. DiCola.

If Vince were real and this actually happened, I would hug him. I would hug him very tightly and then I'd kick his dad where the sun don't shine.