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goin' with this format....One chapter is storytelling, the next is a note,
next is storytelling, so on and so on. Short storytelling, longer notes, I
think. Do you want me to write lots of chapters, or just a couple more and
get it all over with? Input, please!
Chapter 4
Ephram took another drink from his bottle and set it down. His head was beginning to throb, probably more from the alcohol than the situation in front of him. He saw it as the only way out, to jump, to end this life.
When he thought about all the stupid things he had done in his lifetime, it made him want to shoot himself.
Even when he was a baby, he would just go into a rage and nobody could calm him, they could just wait out the screaming. The only odd thing was, he would never throw anything or toss himself on the floor, wailing and beating the carpet. He would just lock himself in a closet and scream bloody murder. Twice, the neighbors called the cops because they thought a child was being abused, but all the police would find was Julia and Andy sitting on Ephram's bed, waiting for the screaming to stop.
As he thought about it, remembering screaming until he couldn't talk anymore, he couldn't remember why he did it, why he tortured his parents by throwing the fits.
It didn't just stop at the fits, about once a month he would steal something or get into a fight. Of course, this all got worse after his mom died. He would pocket small items at the store, a comb or some food, just to get the thrill. He never got caught, luckily, because of course that would of made his arrest the other day a lot harder to get out of.
He had one more regret, though, the biggest regret of all, something that happened about a week before his father decided to move to Colorado, something that made him sick every time he thought about it. He lay back on the rock, staring into the winter sun, and contemplated the rebel-hood of his past.
A/N: Next, comes a chapter of his note to........ Bright! Then, a chapter explaining what happened...the big moment of rebel-hood. :) Hope you enjoy, don't forget to review it.
Chapter 4
Ephram took another drink from his bottle and set it down. His head was beginning to throb, probably more from the alcohol than the situation in front of him. He saw it as the only way out, to jump, to end this life.
When he thought about all the stupid things he had done in his lifetime, it made him want to shoot himself.
Even when he was a baby, he would just go into a rage and nobody could calm him, they could just wait out the screaming. The only odd thing was, he would never throw anything or toss himself on the floor, wailing and beating the carpet. He would just lock himself in a closet and scream bloody murder. Twice, the neighbors called the cops because they thought a child was being abused, but all the police would find was Julia and Andy sitting on Ephram's bed, waiting for the screaming to stop.
As he thought about it, remembering screaming until he couldn't talk anymore, he couldn't remember why he did it, why he tortured his parents by throwing the fits.
It didn't just stop at the fits, about once a month he would steal something or get into a fight. Of course, this all got worse after his mom died. He would pocket small items at the store, a comb or some food, just to get the thrill. He never got caught, luckily, because of course that would of made his arrest the other day a lot harder to get out of.
He had one more regret, though, the biggest regret of all, something that happened about a week before his father decided to move to Colorado, something that made him sick every time he thought about it. He lay back on the rock, staring into the winter sun, and contemplated the rebel-hood of his past.
A/N: Next, comes a chapter of his note to........ Bright! Then, a chapter explaining what happened...the big moment of rebel-hood. :) Hope you enjoy, don't forget to review it.