WARNING: I'm pretty sure this might call for a trigger warning of some sort. I'm not sure. You be the judge of that.
POV Change
One thing I've noticed over the years is that everyone I hang out with is weird in some way that I don't understand no matter what point of view I look at it from. But then again everyone is strange somehow.
That doesn't mean I'll ever understand why James will wrestle with his polar bear though. Which is what he's doing right now. A normal person might freak out and try to stop them; but the (first)last time I did that I had to explain to my uncle why I had a claw mark on my arm while he was stitching me up and wrapping bandages so I wouldn't bleed too much. You have no idea what I had to go through so he wouldn't take me to the hospital.
So I just watch from the safety of the stairs. Al is somewhere in town playing baseball, thankfully, so I don't have to put up with him at the moment. Hopefully Allen's team doesn't lose or somebody is going to the hospital, possibly the morgue.
I get bored after a few minutes so I lean back on the stairs and stare at the ceiling. If anyone needs to be stitched up then they'll call or throw something. It's just like old times. I can remember things pretty well unless it involves where I put things usually. I'll find myself thinking about the past without realizing it sometimes. Every time I do, my uncle says that he's the one who is supposed to be acting old.
I close my eyes, and instead of dreams, a memory claws to the front of my mind.
*flashback*
I don't like school, but uncle Abel made go anyway. I haven't seen No-Name's look-a-like, James(?), since he helped me get home a few days ago. So like always I'm alone. I don't even have Kumajiro any more...or No-Name...it's really lonely. But Uncle Abel gave me a stuffed wolf, I take it to school with me to help calm me down. The dummies like to make fun off me for that, and the fact that I have no friends. And the idiot I threw the hockey puck at a few days ago has started throwing snowballs at me with rocks in them; his goons help and keep watch for teachers. No one stops them. They just look the other way no matter how much I bleed. If Uncle asks what happened, I just tell him that I was clumsy and it's not worth worrying over. Eventually they'll lose interest since I never cry no matter how much I want to.
They let the class out for recess, but I wait until I'm sure everyone else is outside before leaving the classroom. I go to the tree at the edge of the playground, and hide there. They never bother me when I hide here. I sit against the tree curled into a ball, hugging my wolf to my chest. I try to imagine that I'm at home playing chess with Uncle Abel, and winning because he's letting me; or that Kumajiro and No-Name are here with me. Any place but here would be fine ass long as it isn't a basement or closet. But then a snow covered rock hits me in the head and I feel warm blood run down my neck.
I hate them.
Every time they hurt me I remember everything Mommy did to me like it's happening again. It makes me want to scream and cry for her to stop hurting me. Instead I hug the wolf tighter, and curl into a tighter ball. I have to hold my breath to stop myself form crying and letting out the whimper trapped in my throat.
I hate them.
The idiot and his goons form a circle around me.
"Oh, look! Creepy Craps**t was trying to hide from us!"
One of them kicks me in the side causing me to sprawl out face first into the snow. I try to pick myself up, but the idiot stomps on my ribs. I stay on my stomach, blood wells up in my throat, and it feels like there's a knife in my lungs as I try to breathe. I hug the wolf tighter even though it makes me hurt more.
"My dad said your whore mom was crazy, maybe that's why you're such a freak. You never talk, you never scream, you never cry! It creeps me out and I hate it. Why can't you just die like your whore mom?!"
They all start kicking me. I feel bones break and crack. I want to scream, but I can barely breathe. They laugh at me. They scream at me to die, that I'm a freak, that I was never meant to be born. All I ever did was throw a hockey puck to help someone, and now these idiots want to kill me.
I hate them.
Mommy screams at me in my head. All I want is for it to stop, before I die or kill someone like Mommy tried to do. And then it stops. I try to pick up my head to see why, but my eyes get blurry. The last thing I remember seeing is a glimpse of a familiar curly-cue and two pairs of sunglasses before everything goes black.
I hear beeping to my left. Why does the room smell funny? When I open my eyes, everything is a blurry mess and my head hurts. My eyes clear up and I see I'm in a hospital bed. Uncle says something next to me that I don't hear because suddenly I'm sleepy, and close my eyes.
Two weeks later they let me go home. Apparently I had something called a "coma" for seven months, but it was five months afterwards until I was finally able t o catch up on school work, and run again, let alone walk properly like before. The only good thing is that I'm slightly more athletic than before because I had to exercise so much. According to the doctor, it's a miracle that I lived. He also said that for some reason I heal slightly faster than normal people, guess that means I'm special.
For some reason during that entire year no one has seen my wolf, so I'm a little upset. I've been having more nightmares lately because I don't have anything to comfort me. Uncle Abel has been getting more worried about me, I don't like making him upset. That's the reason I'm outside looking for someone who might know what happened to my wolf. It's warmer than usual for this time of year so eventually I end up at a baseball game some local kids are playing in the empty corner of the park. Some bikes are piled against a fence behind the home plate, and I have the urge to break something. Tied the handle bars of one of the bikes is the burned, and bloodstained head of my wolf, put there like some kind of trophy. I tear my eyes away from the crime against all stuffed animals, and look at who's playing. I recognize James' brother running to home plate, the rest are nameless kids from school or people I don't know. But then one kid on the sidelines starts arguing with the kid serving as the umpire, he didn't want James' brother's run to count. Something about cheating or some crap. The idiot complaining is the same one that I hit with a hockey puck. Now I don't have to ask who killed my wolf anymore.
Making me bleed and almost killing me wasn't enough?
Something me snaps, and the next thing I know I'm picking up a random bat off the ground, walking towards the idiot, and swinging the bat at his head. The entire game stops like someone hit pause on a movie, and everyone looks at me like I'm some ghost that has come to kill them all. Everyone except James' brother, that is. But I just ignore them and the idiot again. He starts crying immediately like a baby, it's pathetic. I just keep hitting him again and again. I know why I hate them so much, besides the fact they almost killed me. Without their group, they're nothing, they're just sniveling worms with cruel minds. I finally stop when he starts calling for his mom to help him. He tries crawling away, but I push him back down with my foot; not hard enough to snap any bones though. I'm not a monster, if I wanted to I probably could have snapped his neck with that bat. He lays in the dirt, blubbering and bloody.
"Leave me alone! It's not *sob* my fault you died!"
"I'm not dead, idiot. But you will be if you so much as look at me, got it?"
He whimpers in response.
"And before I forget, the next time you want to start a riot because you're a sore loser, don't."
That's when I notice that everyone else bolted. Oh well. I walk over the pile of snow that was made when they cleared it out of the field, and use it to get the blood off the bat. I figure I might as well clean it since it isn't mine. I smile to my self a little bit, it felt good to finally get that out of my system. I still need something to keep me from waking up screaming in the middle of the night though.
I turn around and return the bat where I found it, and wrap it in my coat. If I run really fast I should be able to make it home before I get too cold.
When I finally reach my front door I hear James' brother yelling.
"James, I'm stealing your girlfriend!"
I wonder who he's talking about because James seems too grumpy like someone.
*end flashback*
I feel myself roll over on the stairs into something warm, and someone picks me up. A few minutes later I'm put down on something comfy and I fall into a deep sleep. I'm too tired to care where I am or who moved me, but if I'm in Allen's room I'm kicking his ass.
Author's Note: Sorry for all that mess. Only two more chapters to go and this will be finished.