Age 14
Julian sitting in the principals office, with his father next to him. The principal had been yelling at him for about 10 minutes before finally shutting up. Julians dad stood and said, "We will take him out of this school."
Julian looked up at his dad in shock. 'What? He isn't even going to fight for me? He's just going to give up?! I fucking hate him! I shouldn't be the one getting expelled.' He almost reluctantly followed his dad out of the principals office.
Once they had gotten home, his father made him take his shirt off, then put him in the basement. On the forth day Julian was a bit hysterical, in pitch darkness, freezing. After the week, his father let him out. He flinched at the brightness of the light, and covered his eyes. His father laughed and forced him to look into the sun outside. Julian yelped and looked at the ground.
"Go take a shower. Then we need to talk."
Julian nodded slowly and went upstairs to his room. He started the shower sighing in relief at the warm water. Afterwards, he went into the dining room where his parents were sitting.
"Yes?" He asked, sitting across from them.
"We're sending you to a private military academy."
"WHAT?!" He shouted.
"Don't raise your voice." His mother snarled.
"Sorry."
"We're sending you there in 2 weeks."
"I... why?"
"You were just expelled from school. This academy will teach you how to be a man."
Julian bit his lip and avoided his parents eyes.
"Look at us." His father said in a strong, stern voice.
Julian complied and looked up at them. "Umm... does... how long?" He stuttered.
"Until you're 18."
"Ok... do I get a say in this?"
"No."
"Alright." Julian said. "May I go?" He asked his parents.
"Yes." They said.
He walked up to his room, into the bathroom where he threw up in the toilet. He started gasping for air, hyperventilating. The last thing he felt was a sedative entering his system.
He woke up, on his back on his bed. The covers on top of him felt extremely heavy, so did his eye lids. He slowly sat up, and saw his dad sitting in a chair at the corner of his room. He blinked a few times, before falling back on his pillows.
"Did you... give me a... sedative?" He slurred.
"Yes. You were vomiting and crying. It annoyed me."
Julian nodded his understanding and felt a wave of drowsiness come over him. And a wave of nausea. He leaned over his bed and threw up into a trash can that his dad put there. He rolled back onto his bed, and noted that his dad was still there, watching him with a slight grimace on his face. Julian put the covers back over himself and succumbed to the sedative still in his system, not even noticing when his dad left.
Age 17
Julian was home for 2 weeks, before going back to the academy for the last time. His dad was giving him an extremely hard time. He sat in his room with a bottle of alcohol. He leaned back, against his bed, and wished death among his parents. Then he got an idea. 'If they hate me so much maybe I should go. I'm the problem, aren't I? Nothing else matters.' Setting his mind, he got up and looked through his bathroom cabinet. The only effective thing he could find was diphenhydramine. He took the bottle, and sat on the floor again. Then he took 5 pills, alcohol, swallowed, another 5, alcohol, and swallowed. He repeated this action until the bottle of pills was empty. The world swam in front of him as the glass bottle of alcohol smashed to his floor. He started panting heavily as he slumped from his straight position. The only thing he saw was familiar darkness.
When he came to, he was in a hospital. Groaning, he noticed tubes in his arm. He squirmed, which hurt. He took a deep breath, which hurt. He turned his head to the side, where he saw his parents talking to a doctor outside the room. It was Doctor Valery, which meant he was in a private hospital. He watched as his dad shook the doctors hand, just as one of his monitors started beeping. The doctor immediately walked in with his parents, and reset the monitor. She checked the rest of his monitors before asking him questions. He responded with one word answers as his throat hurt. Once the doctor had left, he looked at his parents, feeling a rush of different emotions hit him at once. He started to cry softly, turning his head away from his parents. He calmed down a few minutes later and turned back to them. His dad looked... pissed. And his mom was emotionless.
"Why?" His dad asked.
"I... wanted to go."
"Next time, do it right." His dad snapped then walked out of the room. His mom glared at him then followed her husband out of the room while Julian cried, "No mom, please don't leave! I cant be alone mom." The door slammed shut behind her.
4 days later the hospital and his parents had come to an agreement. Since his parents didn't want him staying at a ward, they agreed to watch him with doctors monitoring him. Julian changed out of the hospital clothes into sweats, and followed his mom to the car. Even walking that much winded him. His dad and their driver sat in the front, while he and his mom sat in the back. His mom let him lay on his back, with his head in her lap, for the drive. His parents talked, but Julian wasn't listening to them. He just wanted to leave, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen anytime soon.