Okay and without further ado....
Scared for Life Chapter 2 By: Duobat218
The only time T.K. seemed to leave his room was for dates with Kari. Dad had been really worried about him because he rarely ate after mom died. He was really skinny now, even though he had been already. So usually I just ate dinner and I had to make something special for dad. Dad was up now. "How's T.K.?" He asked. "Hey lay down. T.K. had a date today so he probley ate." "Go put a bag of cookies in his room."
"Hey dad the Teenage Wolves have a concert tommrow, plus I gotta work all day. I'll try to stop in the house in betwen. But I can ask T.K. to stay with
you."
"Matt please tell me you didn't take that 3rd job! The band, the fast food place and now what?" He was upset.
"Well my new job is a waiter. Its only part time, like my other two. I'm sorry dad, but the bills and the food! I mean we barely ever have food in the house. You need to rest. Here is some soup. Please don't worry about us. We'll be fine. Thats my job now, to worry."
"But Matt, I'm sorry you have to lose your last years of freedom as a kid." He didn't speak another word. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a thing of cookies and a bottle of soda, a piece of paper and a pen. Then for the first time since we moved in, I went into the basement. When I got down there i relized T.K. was asleep. I put the cookies and soda on a table. Then I wrote out a note telling him to look after dad tomrow. That was when
I spotted a few bloddy razors on the table. I freaked. I ran over to his bed and pulled the covers back slightly to peer at his wrists. They were sliced and
bloody.
"Oh god T.K." At feeling my precence he woke up.
"What are you doing here?" He grabbed his wrists as if to hide it. "Get out!"
"but you...."
"GET OUT!" I was afraid for him but i left. I wanted to tell dad but it would probably kill him. No I would have to solve this myself.
I got up the next morning at six so I could be at work for seven. I worked at the fast food place till noon. At 12:30 I went to the waiters job till five. Then I had just enough time to get to the concert hall and be critized because the concert was in two hours and we need the practice since i hadn't done much of that lately. I got home just past midnight after signing
autographs and confrensess to deny that I was seeing the lead singer of AiM, Mimi. I found brownies on the counter with a note attached:
"These are for you T.K. My mom baked them. She said the last time she saw you,
you looked like you had never seen food before! She said you should come over for dinner sometime."
There was a piece missing that I guess he really didn't want me to see or something. There was also another note placed on top of the brownies:
"Here Matt you can have these."
Beside that I noticed that the package of cookies remained untouched. The soda was missing
some though. I took a brownie and went to my room for some well deserved rest.
I was so tired the next morning. I had to put in double shifts at each place because I had no concert again for a while. This was tiring. I got home at six, T.K. wasn't home and I needed to talk to him. So, I snuck into the basement. looking around to be sure he wasn't hiding anywhere, I picked up the razors. Then I hid. It wasn't long before he came home. He came
down the stairs and put on his Marilyn Manson. Then he painted his nails black again because they were
starting to fade and chip. After that he picked up a notebook and wrote in it. A little bit later he was looking for something.
"Where the hell did I put them?" He asked and that was pretty much the first time I heard him
speak in a while.
"Looking for these?" I asked emerging, holding the razors. He glared
"What are you doing and how long have you been there?" He asked.
"T.K. you can't do this to yourself. You think your the only one whos mad that moms gone? It wasn't your fault! If you keep this up you'll die! Blood loss or starvation. Please T.K.?" I handed him the razors. He looked at me and then tossed them into the trash. I doubted they would stay there long. Things almost seemed like they would clear up for a while. T.K. started joining me for dinner. Of course he didn't speak much, but I didn't expect it.
Things ran like clockwork for the next week or so but I still didn't trust T.K. So when Kari took T.K. out I snuck down there again. I decided to look at that notebook that he kept this time. I picked it up and out fell some photos. They were dated two years ago. The first one was of T.K. in a toga laying on a chair thing, with Kari dressed similar, feeding him grapes. There was a photo of New York, the beach, but the last one took me by surprize. It was of Kari in a
beautiful wedding dress and T.K. in a tux. A wedding pic. They were cute together. I remeber when T.K. use to go to Kari's "photo shoots". She some wierd ideas. I flipped through the notebook. It was poems. I saw one called "Identity" and begain to read it out loud to myself:
Screw you,
You don't understand me.
You clam you do but how could you?
You are not me,
i don't even know who I am!
And until i do,
the devil may have your soul.
"You know you shouldn't be reading that." I turned
around as T.K. strode in. "So what are you doing down here
again?"
"I am allowed to worry. Big Brother rights." He rolled his eyes and walked to the closet.
"Please go" I looked at him.
"Come on don't you wanna spend the day with me?" He seemed to consiter this before agreeing. The fair was in town so I decided to take him there. Even though he never
smiled, he seemed to enjoy himself.
Things were pretty well off for the next couple of weeks. It had almost seemed like I had reached my brother. Dad was much better now. Well he seemed better. He would walk around some and the doctors even said he would be able to go back to work soon. We thought it was really nice when a neighbor, when hearing about dad, offered to come and help out with
the house work.
About a week later T.K. and I came home from another night out. First we had gone mini golfing and then to the park with Tai, who tried to teach Miora to play soccer, even though we knew it was hopeless. Then we all got ice cream. We had just walked into the door when we saw the neighbor struggling with a large box. She put it down to go talk to my father and me and T.K. peered inside. It was full of T.K.'s things.
"Yes I finally got to the basement and I found some disterbing things!" She said and walked into the kitchen where we were. "Your going to get punished young man, I'll make sure of it. Then you won't scare my son anymore." She looked at T.K. She had a son who was about five but was the biggest tattle tale. Apparently he had been scared by T.K.and on more then one occasion.
"Please Mrs. Tomashi, maybe Tomo has an overactive imagination?" She glared back at me but brought the box to my father. He sat up and begain going through it. "Must be a lack of disciple.... not that I blame you in your condition!" T.K. and I sat in the kitchen and listen to her ramble on. Then we heard something that made T.K. go pale. "Those I find most disterbing. Mutilation perhapse? Nothing but a uselessly dumb cry for attention." We rushed in before she could speak another word. Dad looked pale and put his eyes on T.K.
"T.K. if you weren't happy here...you didn't have to stay." The shock of all this caused my dad to grab his chest and fall over. "Daddy?" T.K. called like a small child. I ran to the phone and called for help.
Well that raps up chapter 2. Just remeber, if you read it, review it!
Scared for Life Chapter 2 By: Duobat218
The only time T.K. seemed to leave his room was for dates with Kari. Dad had been really worried about him because he rarely ate after mom died. He was really skinny now, even though he had been already. So usually I just ate dinner and I had to make something special for dad. Dad was up now. "How's T.K.?" He asked. "Hey lay down. T.K. had a date today so he probley ate." "Go put a bag of cookies in his room."
"Hey dad the Teenage Wolves have a concert tommrow, plus I gotta work all day. I'll try to stop in the house in betwen. But I can ask T.K. to stay with
you."
"Matt please tell me you didn't take that 3rd job! The band, the fast food place and now what?" He was upset.
"Well my new job is a waiter. Its only part time, like my other two. I'm sorry dad, but the bills and the food! I mean we barely ever have food in the house. You need to rest. Here is some soup. Please don't worry about us. We'll be fine. Thats my job now, to worry."
"But Matt, I'm sorry you have to lose your last years of freedom as a kid." He didn't speak another word. I went into the kitchen and grabbed a thing of cookies and a bottle of soda, a piece of paper and a pen. Then for the first time since we moved in, I went into the basement. When I got down there i relized T.K. was asleep. I put the cookies and soda on a table. Then I wrote out a note telling him to look after dad tomrow. That was when
I spotted a few bloddy razors on the table. I freaked. I ran over to his bed and pulled the covers back slightly to peer at his wrists. They were sliced and
bloody.
"Oh god T.K." At feeling my precence he woke up.
"What are you doing here?" He grabbed his wrists as if to hide it. "Get out!"
"but you...."
"GET OUT!" I was afraid for him but i left. I wanted to tell dad but it would probably kill him. No I would have to solve this myself.
I got up the next morning at six so I could be at work for seven. I worked at the fast food place till noon. At 12:30 I went to the waiters job till five. Then I had just enough time to get to the concert hall and be critized because the concert was in two hours and we need the practice since i hadn't done much of that lately. I got home just past midnight after signing
autographs and confrensess to deny that I was seeing the lead singer of AiM, Mimi. I found brownies on the counter with a note attached:
"These are for you T.K. My mom baked them. She said the last time she saw you,
you looked like you had never seen food before! She said you should come over for dinner sometime."
There was a piece missing that I guess he really didn't want me to see or something. There was also another note placed on top of the brownies:
"Here Matt you can have these."
Beside that I noticed that the package of cookies remained untouched. The soda was missing
some though. I took a brownie and went to my room for some well deserved rest.
I was so tired the next morning. I had to put in double shifts at each place because I had no concert again for a while. This was tiring. I got home at six, T.K. wasn't home and I needed to talk to him. So, I snuck into the basement. looking around to be sure he wasn't hiding anywhere, I picked up the razors. Then I hid. It wasn't long before he came home. He came
down the stairs and put on his Marilyn Manson. Then he painted his nails black again because they were
starting to fade and chip. After that he picked up a notebook and wrote in it. A little bit later he was looking for something.
"Where the hell did I put them?" He asked and that was pretty much the first time I heard him
speak in a while.
"Looking for these?" I asked emerging, holding the razors. He glared
"What are you doing and how long have you been there?" He asked.
"T.K. you can't do this to yourself. You think your the only one whos mad that moms gone? It wasn't your fault! If you keep this up you'll die! Blood loss or starvation. Please T.K.?" I handed him the razors. He looked at me and then tossed them into the trash. I doubted they would stay there long. Things almost seemed like they would clear up for a while. T.K. started joining me for dinner. Of course he didn't speak much, but I didn't expect it.
Things ran like clockwork for the next week or so but I still didn't trust T.K. So when Kari took T.K. out I snuck down there again. I decided to look at that notebook that he kept this time. I picked it up and out fell some photos. They were dated two years ago. The first one was of T.K. in a toga laying on a chair thing, with Kari dressed similar, feeding him grapes. There was a photo of New York, the beach, but the last one took me by surprize. It was of Kari in a
beautiful wedding dress and T.K. in a tux. A wedding pic. They were cute together. I remeber when T.K. use to go to Kari's "photo shoots". She some wierd ideas. I flipped through the notebook. It was poems. I saw one called "Identity" and begain to read it out loud to myself:
Screw you,
You don't understand me.
You clam you do but how could you?
You are not me,
i don't even know who I am!
And until i do,
the devil may have your soul.
"You know you shouldn't be reading that." I turned
around as T.K. strode in. "So what are you doing down here
again?"
"I am allowed to worry. Big Brother rights." He rolled his eyes and walked to the closet.
"Please go" I looked at him.
"Come on don't you wanna spend the day with me?" He seemed to consiter this before agreeing. The fair was in town so I decided to take him there. Even though he never
smiled, he seemed to enjoy himself.
Things were pretty well off for the next couple of weeks. It had almost seemed like I had reached my brother. Dad was much better now. Well he seemed better. He would walk around some and the doctors even said he would be able to go back to work soon. We thought it was really nice when a neighbor, when hearing about dad, offered to come and help out with
the house work.
About a week later T.K. and I came home from another night out. First we had gone mini golfing and then to the park with Tai, who tried to teach Miora to play soccer, even though we knew it was hopeless. Then we all got ice cream. We had just walked into the door when we saw the neighbor struggling with a large box. She put it down to go talk to my father and me and T.K. peered inside. It was full of T.K.'s things.
"Yes I finally got to the basement and I found some disterbing things!" She said and walked into the kitchen where we were. "Your going to get punished young man, I'll make sure of it. Then you won't scare my son anymore." She looked at T.K. She had a son who was about five but was the biggest tattle tale. Apparently he had been scared by T.K.and on more then one occasion.
"Please Mrs. Tomashi, maybe Tomo has an overactive imagination?" She glared back at me but brought the box to my father. He sat up and begain going through it. "Must be a lack of disciple.... not that I blame you in your condition!" T.K. and I sat in the kitchen and listen to her ramble on. Then we heard something that made T.K. go pale. "Those I find most disterbing. Mutilation perhapse? Nothing but a uselessly dumb cry for attention." We rushed in before she could speak another word. Dad looked pale and put his eyes on T.K.
"T.K. if you weren't happy here...you didn't have to stay." The shock of all this caused my dad to grab his chest and fall over. "Daddy?" T.K. called like a small child. I ran to the phone and called for help.
Well that raps up chapter 2. Just remeber, if you read it, review it!
