Chapter 4: Thoughts

Humphrey's Wretched P.O.V.

I couldn't believe Garth could do this. Why would he kill my dog and burn my two crosses? Was he this big of an asshole? So many questions were going through my head. Garth, the ruthless asshole strikes again with the worst thing he has done to me so far. Now I just lie there in the muddy grass while it was raining. It's so cliche that it's raining during the saddest moment of my life. One thing that was stuck in my head, refusing to go away, Garth will pay. I didn't know what to do with him at this moment. If I try something on him, his friends would gang up on me and beat the shit out of me. There's got to be a way to lure him away from his friends. If Garth tries another thing tomorrow, I swear I wouldn't hesitate to go to the police or even beat him up. There's one thing to do right now. I picked up my two crosses and threw them away. Buying some new ones was the only option to do, but there was something else, Ozzy. What am I going to do with him? I took him off the tree branch and unwrapped the rope from his neck. I took him inside and set him down on his favorite cushion on the couch. Memories of me and Ozzy were flashing in my head as well as suicidal thoughts. The suicidal thoughts were getting worse, worse, and you guessed it, even worse. They were refusing to get out of my head. Come on Ozzy, help me out here. After about seven minutes of those horrible and horrifying thoughts, they were finally pushed out of my head, for now... Music wasn't even helping this depressing moment. Ozzy was dead, and there is nothing I can do to bring him back to life. His lifeless body remains on the cushion with a bloody neck and a bruised spot near his ribs. I ran into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. Despondency was written all over my face while my tears were going on vacation away from my eyes for the fifth time this night. After exiting the bathroom and sitting back down on the couch, I was thinking of telling my parents, but ruining their 'honeymoon' would be harsh. This might be a stupid decision but it didn't turn out the way I expected. Not calling them was my decision. Tears, tears, and tears was all that was happening in this household. I gave Ozzy a hug, and ventured up into my bedroom. I slammed the door shut and sat down next to my bed. There was then more tears, Garth is a fucking monster. Why would he do this to me? Was it even Garth? It had to be Garth, there was a note on the front door with his signature at the bottom. After climbing onto my bed, my eyes soon closed leaving me asleep. Awoken by the sound of birds chirping and my annoying alarm clock, I was awake. There was no school today since it was the weekend. Yay, no school which means no one has to see my depression. After exiting my bedroom and venturing downstairs, I grabbed Ozzy and walked out the front door with him. After setting him in my car gently I made my way to a place where they did cremation. I figured it was the best thing for Ozzy, since he loved the outdoors so much. When Ozzy was set on the tray, I put flowers next to him and gave him one last hug. His lifeless body then ventured into the place where it burns you. The noises of the burning were so sad to hear. It meant that Ozzy was then turning into ashes. Tears were escaping my eyes again. Ozzy died so early, thanks to Garth. He was only 21 years old-in dog years- which meant in human years, he only lived three years. The burning finished and out came his ashes. They were put in a fancy jar. The man running the machine and gave me the jar which received a thank you from me. After getting the ashes, I entered my car and drove to a coastline. Five minutes of driving was the time it took to get there. This was where I found Ozzy as a stray puppy. He was so young, but unfortunately, he was still young to die at this age. I exited my car with the jar in my hands. We were then at the right spot where I found him. After opening the jar, I slowly started to spread the ashes. Tears were escaping once again, how couldn't they? This was the saddest moment of my life right now. I finished and got into my car, drove for 36 minutes to my house, entered my house, entered my bedroom door, and collapsed right onto my pillow crying my eyes out. Unfortunately, these tears made me go asleep. I was then awoken by my phone ringing. After looking to see who was calling me, it was then noticed as Kate.

"Hey, Humphrey." She greeted.

"Hey, Kate." I replied with a sad tone.

"Is everything okay?" She asked concerned.

"Not really." I replied once again with the same god damn tone that I wanted to go away.

"Well then, what's wrong?" She asked.

"I don't really want to talk about it right now, maybe later." I said.

"Okay, well you know I worry about you." She said.

"I know and I do the same for you." I said.

"Yeah... well I was just going to ask if you wanted to come over, but after hearing your tone, I figured now wasn't the good time." She said.

"You're correct." I replied.

"Okay, well, let me know when you want to talk about it." She said.

"I will." I said.

"Bye." She said.

"Bye." I replied back.

Great! Now Kate is concerned about me, can my life get any worse than it is right now? Kate worrying about me was normal, but it's now just bringing more stress. Ughhhhhhhhh. Why did Garth have to do this? He seriously had to kill my dog just for being friends with Kate. That little bastard will pay, pay the hard way. I was so angry at Garth right now that it made me punch a hole in my wall. It didn't make me feel pain considering that my body has a high pain intolerance. Garth's physiognomy might be him laughing in victory. But that was all going to change... change real good. Will dancing relieve emotional pain? I tried it, but finished as soon as it didn't work. It was just making me look like a complete idiot who smokes dope or something. I exited my house and walked out right into the street. I was wearing a hoodie, with my hood on because I didn't want people to notice my depressive state. After walking all the way to the exit of my neighborhood I noticed Garth walking by... all alone. I walked over to him and punched him straight in the jaw. But it was all ruined because it actually turned out to be a random person. It was all a mirage! Now I'm having mirages of Garth! I apologized to the person and he forgave me. He told me that he has mirages all the time, and that I should be more careful and approach non-hostile like. God dammit! Fucking mirage! I was wishing that was Garth's little punk-ass. After entering my house again, I entered my house and started to yell.

"God dammit!" I yelled.

"You'll pay! You hear me?! I said you'll pay!." I yelled at the top of my lungs.

I was so pissed off that I might've killed somebody at how loud my screams were. The screams were echoing all through the house and probably the neighborhood. After exiting my bedroom, I was about to exit the house again, but the doorbell rang. I answered the door and it was some random guy.

"Hey, are you Humphrey?" He asked.

"Yes, what is it?" I asked with a pissed off tone.

"You're parents, I was a friend of your parents, I have some bad news for you." He said.

"What happened?!" I asked waiting for him to spit it out.

"They were in a horrible car accident, and it was confirmed that they were dead." He said looking down at the ground.

"Was the car accident on purpose, or was it just random?" I asked with tears forming in my eyes.

"It was random. Thank you for your time." And with that, he left, entered his car, and drove off.

I slammed the door shut and banged on it. It felt as if my whole life was crumbling. My dog, my crosses, and now my parents?! What the hell God? Why would you do this to me? Why me? I'm still young! Another sad moment the day after my dog died. The only question was, did they leave a will? The food was stocked up, the drinks were filling the refrigerator. I had some time before their lawyers showed up. I made myself a sandwich and ate it. Tears were still flowing from my eyes. It was more like a tear sandwich. After my sandwich was finished, I drove to the spot where Ozzy was found. His ashes were still there, thank god. If a manager cleaned them up, that would be horrible. Why would a spirit want to spend its time in a dump? At least they were all in a better place than this hellhole. My life felt like a hellhole. My dog, Garth, my crosses, my parents. The only thing that was positive was Kate. But what could she do? Yeah she could comfort me but that wouldn't make me feel better would it? Oh, to hell with it, I will make Garth pay for killing my dog, but my parents there nothing nobody, not even me, could do. They were dead and they are going to be buried. I entered my car and went back home, it seemed that the check-up on the ashes was useless in the first place. It's just that I wanted his spirit to be free in a beautiful place, not a nasty and smell place like the dump. My life was now down to its lowest point. Suicidal thoughts were now back into my mind. I entered my bedroom and got on Facebook. Everybody was on Facebook at this time of day. I was posting a goodbye note for my friends and enemies to see. I wanted my enemies to think that they've done something wrong. I didn't care about my friends right now. My life was already over. The note was then finished. The note read..

'Hey everybody it's Humphrey. Something terrible has happened to my life. Garth, my bully since Elementary school, has burnt two crosses from my bedroom and killed my dog, Ozzy. He has taken it way too far. But then the next day, it was confirmed that my parents were dead after a horrifying car accident. It feels that my whole life was crumbling. I have no one left. I leave you all with a good-bye.'

After the message was posted. I grabbed my parent's gun from their room and entered back into my bedroom. Once I entered, there was so many replies on the computer. Some of them from Kate, Garth, Eve, Winston, and my three friends, Salty, Shakey, and Mooch. They were all saying the same thing such as 'Don't do it.' I didn't dare to reply, it would make it worse. The gun was then brought up in my mouth, aiming up. I was ready. The trigger pulling was almost complete until my bedroom door was kicked open. It revealed a police officer. He then tried to take way the gun from me, but failed to do so as the gun fired and the bullet pierced through the side of my chest, not in the heart. I then blacked out, not knowing what happened.

A/N. And that concludes Chapter 4 of Humphrey's Life: Remastered. This chapter might've been really dark to some people and I apologize for that. I mean, what else could've happened? Anyway, I did plan this chapter to be titles Garth Will Pay, but I later on changed it to Thoughts. Now this story might not be updated in a while. The reason is that I will be on vacation for a few days. I might get a little writing done, but I'll be enjoying myself at the beach. The hotel we're staying in says to have poor WiFi connection. But I'll try and do it on my phone. Anyway, PM me if you want, Review if you'd like, and read for enjoyment.