Well I'll be damned, I was able to finish another thing!
25. it'll be fine
This might sound weird but my hobbies are throwing knives and using a spear, it's odd I know but that's what I like doing. It is not really my fault that I ended up different than most kids, that what I do in my free time is not gaming or something like drawing. Ever since I was young I had this obsession with sharp pointy things, and stabbing them into walls. It started with a pencil, then it turned into kitchen knives and my father gave me my first throwing knives at age 14 because he wanted to make sure I wasn't gonna hurt myself with unprofessional stuff. He set up this wooden board in the garage and I spent way too many hours in there, teaching myself how to throw all kinds of knives. I got a job to pay for all the weapons and it started to get real crazy, hundreds of knives are in the special suitcases under my bed, carefully sorted and cleaned. Then ate age 16 I wanted to try something new and I asked my father for a weapon of his choice and he came home with a spear, with two big blades on the ends. My father is just as weird as me for buying all this stuff but I'm happy he did, the spear was difficult to use, it was big and oh so delicate. The knives never caused any big injuries, other than some cuts, but the spear was deadly in many ways. One wrong move and it cuts through everything like a warm knife through butter. I never gave up though, my father made a smart choice because I needed to not only pay attention to all my surroundings to make sure I was not hitting anything, I also had to learn some martial arts to really be able to use this, I kept that to the minimum, it was way too much effort. I don't like working out and this double spear is making me work out, I spent more time in the garage than on my homework until it was time to go to college. I didn't really want to but it wasn't like I had anything set out for the future, I might join a circus or something, but first college. It's free and I might as well, I feel like I owe it to my father, after all he's invested in me. So I go for the full college experience and move into a dorm room, I did manage to get a single one, so no annoying person on the other side of my room.
My classes are boring as always, I'm smart enough to pass but never put in the effort to ace a test, it's just too boring. I'm about to fall asleep when some students come running through the door into our classroom, they're shouting something about a shooter, someone with a gun. Everybody needs to hide, that's what they're saying. Everyone panics and I use this to sneak out the door, I know this is probably stupid but I might be able to help, besides, I have a few knives in my boot. I grab them and make my way to the screaming, first I'm slow, cautious but then I hear a gunshot and I start running to it. I reach the canteen and it's a mess, a boy is standing on a table in the middle of it, with a raised gun. Some bleeding students lie on the floor around him, some are hiding behind tables, one shot student is really close to me. I recognise her, she's the one that called me a bitch on the fair the other day, pretty girl. Her eyes are closed but I see her chest moving so at least she's alive, I really want to help her so I slowly drag her around the corner and rip my shirt apart so I can wrap the fabric around her shot wound. She's opened her eyes and looks at me with surprise and pain shown, I wink at her and walk back to the canteen, right now I need to find a way to take this dude out and that without hurting anyone else. The boy hasn't spotted me yet but he's screaming all sorts of vulgare things, it's disgusting really. I try to ignore him as I move from table to table to get a little closer, fuck me, knives will probably be illegal right now. so that means I can't use them, unless I want to get arrested, what I don't want. But they wouldn't arrest me after saving the day right? We just have to try I guess, there's no way I'm getting closer than this. I'm sitting behind a flipped table, I throw the first knife in my hand a few times, just to get a feel of it. Then I look over the table and see that his back is turned to me, perfect, so I get up and swing my arm back and forth, sending the small knife flying to its target and hitting it with perfection. I duck behind the table again and listen to the cries of pain the boy is producing, a few hidden students that saw me are looking at me with their mouths open, clearly in shock. I put my finger in my lips, telling them to stay silent, the gun boy dropped his weapon when the knife hit his arm. He picked it up again though, and is now pointing at everything that moves, I'm surprised he hasn't collapsed yet. It's quite painful to have a knife stab you, I would know. I have to hurry up a little, there are students bleeding and they need help so I have to hurry up a little. I keep my eyes on the boy and stand up from my hiding spot, his gun is on me within a second, I try to talk to him, try to get him to put the gun down but he won't listen to me. But he hasn't shot me yet so I guess that's a victory for now, I see his patience with me grow thinner and thinner by the second, I need to do something. In one quick movement I propel the second knife to him, and that same moment he fires his last bullet and we both stumble back, then fall to the ground. I know I hit him in his shoulder, hurt like a bitch and apparently it was enough. The last thing I hear is the police coming in. It hurts, I just want the pain to stop
It's difficult to open my eyes, but I try anyway, wait what, this is not Barden. I look around and see white everything, the walls, the bedsheets, the table, oh, I get it. I'm in a hospital, I don't like hospitals, it all feels so fake. There's doctors going in and out my room all the time, one tells me I got shot, the next tells me it was in my neck, number 3 says he's sorry but I won't be able to ever use my voice again, the fourth tells me that somehow the bullet went straight through my vocal cords but missed almost everything else. They all say that it's a miracle I'm alive and I've recovered so fast, so I got that going for me which is nice. A few weeks later I'm allowed to go back to Barden, lots and lots of students are waiting for me, cheering when I get out of the car. Like I'm some kind of fucking hero, I politely smile and make my way to my bed as fast as I can. I try to sleep but I can't help but overthink everything that I should forget, or let rest. My suffering is ended when someone knocks on my door, I get up and open it, the blonde girl from the activities fair is standing there. She pulls me in a hug, I awkwardly put my arms around her and wait for her to pull back. She does and I invite her into my room, she looks at everything I put down and luckily for the both of us, she doesn't seem to hate it. She asks me how I'm doing and I write down the answer, I explain to her what happened and to my big surprise she says we should hang out sometime, maybe with the Bella's too. I tear up a little, she's being so nice, why is she being so nice. She goes on, talking about my music and that maybe I could make a set list for the Bella's to sing, this girl is so much different from the girl I met before and I like it, I really like her.
We hang out a lot, we get closer. It's wonderful, all the Bella's are friends too and they see what's going on between Aubrey and I. They say one of us needs to ask the other out or they'll force us to hook up, afraid of what'll happen when the blonde is put under so much stress, I ask her. And she says yes. So now I'm going on a date with a gorgeous girl, I have lots of friends and my mixes are being sung by them. But I'm a mute, I lost my voice, but not really. Because of the things I did gain, I feel more alive than I've ever felt. And all my friends don't care, it's just a lot of fun with all of us.