Forsaken Angels:
Chapter VII—Books and Brooding
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A/N: Sorry for the wait. I was having trouble thinking up what to do. If this is a bad chapter I apologize.
Disclaimer: You know the drill. NO! NO! GET THAT AWAY FROM ME! (lame joke I know!)
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I'm about fourteen now[6]…so many birthdays come and gone…It's funny. There are days I cannot remember and some I can. These memories past like a blur. I hardly know how old Child-Me is. But there is one point that sticks out…He's happy. And I am not.
Mother is selling herself out to help out with the bills. I feel sick thinking about it. Father hates me because I am making Mother do this. However, Child-Me does not see it.
How wonderful it is to be a child. To not know the horrors there are. Except those from your peers and that can be the worst ever.
"HEY NOODLEBOY!" Speak of the devil. So here is where my "other" nickname comes in. How fun.
Child-Me does not answer. Elementary school was over and now high school had begun.
Hell of all Hells. It is when the brats become assholes. It is when the teasing doesn't stop with just words but fists. How wonderful.
I'm glad Squeegee missed this part of his education. I fear it would break that fragile being that I…I what…too much thinking. If I think too much about it…something might happen. Something good or something bad…I don't want to think about it. If I continue to…Squeegee will run away like Devi…
"NOODLEBOY!"
"L-Leave Nny al-lone!" Kyle…he's here again…when did I start fighting my own battles? Do I want to know? That memory before…of me killing those kids…was it real or that asshole demon messing with my heads? Too many questions left unanswered. I hate that.
It was always easier to ignore the questions. Maybe I should have let Pepito keep me as I was.
"You shut up you goddamn faggot. Always hanging around Noodleboy like he's your master." The boy smirks. "Then again, he probably is."
Child-Me says nothing. I never did talk to people like this. He turns to leave the scene. Good, show those assholes they can't get to you.
"HEY!"
Ignore them. They deserve pity for being so stupid.
That's right.
Kyle follows behind, in worry. He was always like that. Following, never the leader. Sigh. What is he afraid of?
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID?!"
Child-Me continues walking. Why start confutations with someone who could kick your ass anyway? No point.
Sheesh, and here I thought I got all cryptic after my…parents deaths…I hope it doesn't happen soon. Child-Me needs more of this security. I feel better this way.
Someone grabs onto my shoulder, spinning me around.
"You think you are better than me?!"
"………"
"ANSWER ME!"
"……yes……"
"NNY!" Kyle looks shocked beyond words. He should be. I've never personally put myself in the line of fire without cause (ex: Kyle).
The fist connects with my jaw. Pain runs through my head. I was a really stupid child it seems. Falling backwards, I land on my back.
"That should teach you, you little faggot. Go run and let your boyfriend tend your wounds." I feel the hate and anger run through Child-Me's soul. Nearly suffocating me in his fury.
Stop. Stop making fun of me. Child-Me gets up, about to finally lash out.
"Y-You l-leave Nny a-alone!" Kyle glares at him. Pushing up his glasses that fell down. "Y-You're th-the fags!"
They stop their laughing to stare at Kyle. Shock dressing their faces. Suddenly the shock disappears, anger fills them.
Over a little comment like that?! How childish are these assholes?!
Very much so. They don't get better either. They just continue on this path 'til they piss off the wrong person…usually me.
"Let's go." Child-Me says to Kyle. But is ignored.
"Y-You guys j-just pick on N-Nny be-because…"
"Because why?"
"Y-You're a-afraid."
Silence.
"Let's go!" Child-Me grabs onto Kyle's arm to pull him away from the shocked bullies.
Running, we reach Celia's car just before those assholes figure out what Kyle said. Starting the car, we start driving home, the yells of boys behind us.
We hit a red light, time for Celia to talk to us. "Hey! How are—Johnny!" She moves over to look at me better. "What happened to your face? Did those boys pick on you again?"
"………"
"Johnny you don't have to be ashamed of it."
"……I'm not…"
"Johnny…"
"Ce-Celia…th-the light."
"OH!"
The car ride goes on in silence. Celia tries to ask me why I won't tell her what happened. We don't want to get Celia involved. If she is, she'll tell Mother. Mother will have to come to school and get mocked for her job. We can't allow that to happen.
We have to protect Mother……above all else.
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TBC?
C&C are welcome.
[6] Sorry Kurumi! I remember in one of the JTHM books, he said something about high school. Sorry!
Hope you all enjoyed it! Sorry for the wait! @.@;; Inspiration is so hard to find these days!