Live On
… I cannot remember the last time I saw a forest or a stream with my own eyes… Maybe I was 7 at the time… I don't remember… But here I am right now lying down on the ground, staring at the boy I "saved" from the bullies today just… Run away. I feel pain all over my body as fists strike me and toes of shoes bash my insides… They say that this school is hell on earth…
I did not believe that one second until I first saw my older sister get strung up in the hallways by ropes like some fresh hunting catch. I still remember the crunch of her bones as they took a baseball bat and …That was five years ago, god I wish she would've let me feel that beating instead of her… I love her so much… I never want to see her hurt again, even if she is the tough one…
Prison H/ES… Prison High and Elementary… That's what they call this place… It's Juvenile school… I and she have been in her since I was 8, after she and I had been framed for our mothers' death by our mother… To this day, I'm unsure what ever gave us the strength to keep living in this Dante's Inferno type complex… Maybe it was a better life away from that demon, maybe it was just pure luck…
Who knows… Who cares…? Oh… It's her… My sister has come to save me again… Thanks Lana, I never should doubt you… These bullies are pushing her down and hurting her, damn… I've got to get up… Get up!... Oof… Well, here's where I die... With a metal sewage lining pole dented at the top of the end of it next to me, my head bleeding profusely… My sister… Oh, she's safe… Good… I can hear her screaming my name, chill sis…
I'll die and you don't got to burden yourself with my existence anymore, kay?... Oh, my vision is darkening…
Blurring…
I smile and pass on into unconsciousness as my sister carries me and herself off to the infirmary… Sorry Lana, this just may be goodbye…
But before you ever know my story, let me introduce myself…
Hello, my name is-… Oh well, you shouldn't know that yet… Just call me Jay. I am 11 and the year is 2019… I'm a boy, but this shouldn't matter…
Thanks for hearing me out, goodbye…
What do you think is easier? Knowing you're going to die on a certain time and date or knowing that it might happen at any moment when you least expect it?