The Funeral was the most painful thing that Vincent had ever experienced in
his life. His mother went with him. To be his shoulder to lean on. Haley
really wasn't just Vincent's true love. His first love. But she was his
only friend, his best friend. They connected so well on so many levels.
That it hurt Vincent so much to deal with the funeral, it was this evil
stinging pain that just wouldnt go away. He wore his best suit. A black
one, with a black suit and tie.
He looked over the casket to the people around him. Haley's family, her mother and father. Her little brother. They looked as if something was ripped away from them. And in all honesty it was true. And Vincent felt like it was his fault. He could have stopped it, but why didnt he. It had been a thought that ran through his mind every second of every day.
Mr. Norton looked especially vicious, he had this stone set face, very strong, but looked vulnreble. Mrs. Norton was sobbing silently. Her husbands arm around her, holding her into him as she sobbed into a handkercheif. And their son, kept looking over to Vincent, an angry look, but filled with Sadness. Jimmy Norton, one of Jimmy Garner's friends was glaring at vincent when he looked over. Vengence was the look In his eyes.
The funeral dragged on. Vincent said a little bit, and her father spoke a very touching speech. Everyone spoke their words to the casket before it was finally buried. Vincent especially, placing a ring that she bought for him on it, with some roses. Then walking away, before being stopped eventually with Mr. Norton.
"Vincent, your presence, although obviously our daughter would have wanted you here. I personally never want to see your face again. Am I the only one who finds it a bit suspicious that you were the only one there when she died. Yet, you did nothing to stop her, hmm? Answer me!"
Vincent just stood there. Haleys mother, who accually half liked Vincent looked to her husband. "Harold, calm down. It isnt this boy's fault. Leave him be, he's shaken enough from this as any of us are. It is not his fault."
But Mr. Norton powerfully shoved away his wife. And glared at Vincent. "You're dead to me boy. As dead as my daughter is. I dont care if you 'loved' her. You were not, and never would've been good enough for her."
And with that Mr. Norton walked off, Mrs. Norton gave Vincent a hug and walked off. Jimmy Norton walked by and glared at Vincent. "You beter pray I dont see you at school..." And then Vincents Mother just walked him off, back to the car.
"Dont worry Vincent... Those people wont bother you, let them come to terms with what's happened. You need time too, you can take a bit of time off school if you'd like."
And Vincent took time, for about 2 weeks he never left his bedroom. Except for the tuesdays and thursdays he had karate. Vincent rarely spoke. His grades dropped conciderably, as he never did the homework his friends brought home. He was really changed as a person.
As of late, his mother, who was worried to bits of her son's transformation as of late. He'd been not dressing the same, wearing alot of black, even got his hair dyed. Black Jeans, t-shirts, shirts, ect. Very psuedo-gothic kind of clothing at times. She'd been making him see a psychiatrist. Set that her son was really going crazy or something. Vincent however just didnt really ever talk to the psychiatrist.
Vincent wandered into his office again, their scheduled 3:45 meeting every friday afternoon. As usual. Vincent was 15 minutes early but that never stopped him, he just always arrived at 3:30
His psychiatrist, Dr. Jennings. Was a nice man, about 45, balding black hair. a goatee. He dressed very casual for a psychiatrist. Maybe thats why his mother picked him, he was more 'casual' and 'easy going' than most psychiatrists. But vincent saw no point and seeing this man. No point in being here. He was only here to make his mother happy. Regardless of the fact that he felt he'd never be happy again, ever.
"How are you today Vincent?"
Vincent just shrugged and took his seat in the 'bed' as opposed to laying in it like typical patients.
"Your mother tells me you've been going to karate still. That's a good thing, yes?"
Vincent just shrugged lightly. His sleep deprived eyes looked right into Dr. Jennings eyes. He wanted to tell this man somethins so eerily sadistic that even he would be so disturbed. So shocked beyond the widest horaisons. That he'd never have to come back.
"Karate is the only thing, that keeps me alive."
The doctor just nodded.
"What are you saying Vincent? You have plenty to live for."
Vincent sighed and looked at him.
"Doctor. I've told you this countless time's before. I've resurched it. I've looked it up on the internet. Im a mutant, Im precognative. My visions aren't just ironic cases of deja vu. They're fucking visions of the future. I envisioned my love, the one person that held my world together. Die, in my vision, then it happened just moments later! Do you even understand how that feels?"
The Doctor just shook his head. "Well no Vincent, I cant say that I do, but I can tell you that feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to help any more than blaming yourself or doing anything other than moving on will."
Vincent just shook his head. "Doctor... Her father hates me, Im fairly certain her little brother is going to kick my ass the day I go back to school. It's horrible. I hate it. I feel handicapped. I have nothing to support myself. Im empty, so utterly empty. Im a fucking egg, with no shell. Just some random juices laying about, un supported. Nothing's holding me together.
The Doctor looked. "Well... what can you do to maybe, give your life some sort of... I dont know, semblance of togetherness. I mean, it is capable to give yourself those feelings that you had from your other. She physically may not be there. But in your heart, she is still there, yes?"
Vincent only nodded, laying down and sighing. "Maybe, I dont know... I could try to become a cop. If its anything like the police academy movies. It should be a sinch. Im fit, I could do it."
The Doctor chuckled lightly. "A cop, most noble of you."
Vincent nodded slightly. "Well, holding justice and all that. Cleaning up the streets, its just an idea, nothing I feel like taking into action. You know?"
The Doctor nodded. "Hmm... here. Take this perscription to your doctor. We're going to up your prozzac medication. And I strongly suggest you go back to school within the month. Will that be okay Vincent?"
Nodding slightly, he didnt want to but he had no other choice really. He was his doctor. He walked home, gave his mother the perscription and went to bed. It was roughly 5:00 when he got home, he was exhausted. He hadn't slept in 3 days. He'd needed a good sleep, and for the first night in a while, after taking his pills he slept. For a good 15 hours.
Waking up the next day, he felt somewhat rejuvinated. Not nearly enough to feel good about himself. But good enough to not waste away 'feeling sorry for himself' as his doctor worded it. He pulled on his black t-shirt that read "By the time you finish reading this, you're realize you just wasted 10 seconds of your fucking time" t-shirt. The print got smaller as the sentence went on. It made Vincent chuckle when he bought it so he wore it.
He threw on a pair of black pants and got his books ready. School was infac the last thing he wanted to do but 3 weeks of school missed was really going to be a bitch to catch up on. He started his walk to school and he had constant disapprovals in his mind.
'shouldn't be doing this'
'go home vince'
'dont make the wrong decision'
But also there were curiousities in his brain. the side of him that wanted to go back, his ambitions to get good grades and such werent tottaly slaughtered by the death of Haley. However, his muse hadn't died to be in the presence of one person. Jimmy Garner. The man who was walking towards him.
"Hey Vincent! So nice to see your scrawny ass back in school!"
Vincent just pushed passed him and kept walking. Jimmy however was being very persistant.
"Whats wrong, think you're tough shit or something because your girlfriend dies and you come back pulling off this goth fuck act. Vincent you're a loser, and always will be."
Vincent just stopped, dropped his books. Turned around and punched Jimmy in the face, over and over again, it was like he was possessed. He just pummeled into Jimmy, this was 3 years of pent up rage. And Vincent was loving every second of it. Vincent was pulled off of Jimmy by one of his friends. Jimmy was holding his bloody face. Screaming incoherient nothings. Vincnt just got up, grabbed his books and walked to his locker. After he put his things in his locker. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up.
He walked out and noticed some people were giving him looks. He saw a counsellor waving him over. Leading him to his office. Mr. Crow, he never liked Vincent. And the feeling was very much so neutral. He just looked to vincent as he sat down, and vincent sat down.
"Was there a reason for your sudden outburst on Mr. Garner?"
Vincent looked at him.
"Was there a reason?.... Was there a reason!"
He stood up and looked Mr. Crow dead in the eye. "Jimmy Garner has bullied and pushed me around for 3 fucking years, while councellors like you. Have done NOTHING about it."
Mr. Crow looked to vincent. "Dont raise your voic-"
"Shut up!" Vincent announced. "God just listen for once, you're a councellor. Tell the principal this shit for all i care. Im, glad I kicked his ass, and if he even looks at me the wrong way again. Im going to rip his fucking eyeballs out, and shove them down his throat. You can tell Jimmy that, because if I see him. He'll probably get punched in the face again... Have a good day, Mr. Crow."
Vincent went to his locker and got his binder. His day went by relatively well. His classes were pretty easy, he'd easily known all the things. Triginomitry was a bloody migrane in the works though. He knew he'd have trouble with it. But he got through the day, and managed to catch up in chemestry. Which was pretty good for Vince, three weeks of chem, in one day, minding the fact he stayed in at lunch and breaks. To catch up was pretty good. He'd have to do a few labs later in the week, but it was a good day.
Vincent saw Jimmy later that day, 3 times infact. He had two shiners, and a broken nose. He didnt even so much as look at vincent, let alone start anything. Vincent was feeling pretty good about himslelf. He felt like going to the mall..
His walk to the mall was a long one. He walked into his favourite store, the myths, and lore store. He saw something he liked, alot. A very interesting object to say the least. It was called 'the grim reaper.' a very neat scythe. That sat on a wooden bo staff, with the blade that had some intricate carvings on it. He wanted it, very badly.
"Sir, could I get that scythe?"
The man nodded and smirked. Vincent just smirked, paying with his debit card. Thanking god he had a job and was able to afford it. Maybe his mother would be happy that he went out and accually did something. He in all honesty was expeecting a rant about 'violence' again when he got home. As she surely heard about the fight, more like the pummeling he gave. And he was very proud of that as well.
The walk home was a lengthy one, carrying home the box the scythe came in. It thankfully came with a wall mount so he was happy about that. He got home however and was very curious why his house was taped off by police, three cars were there and he sprinted down his street.
"What happened!"
He asked the police officer. Who replied simply.
"There was a shooting... Who are you?"
Vincent just blinked, a shooting, who would try to rob his house, and was his mother okay?
"Im Vincent, I live here! Wheres my mother!"
The cop just put a hand on Vincents shoulder. And sighed, he'd hate to tell he boy this, as most cops disliked this but what else could he do.
"Your mother... she's dead."
He looked over the casket to the people around him. Haley's family, her mother and father. Her little brother. They looked as if something was ripped away from them. And in all honesty it was true. And Vincent felt like it was his fault. He could have stopped it, but why didnt he. It had been a thought that ran through his mind every second of every day.
Mr. Norton looked especially vicious, he had this stone set face, very strong, but looked vulnreble. Mrs. Norton was sobbing silently. Her husbands arm around her, holding her into him as she sobbed into a handkercheif. And their son, kept looking over to Vincent, an angry look, but filled with Sadness. Jimmy Norton, one of Jimmy Garner's friends was glaring at vincent when he looked over. Vengence was the look In his eyes.
The funeral dragged on. Vincent said a little bit, and her father spoke a very touching speech. Everyone spoke their words to the casket before it was finally buried. Vincent especially, placing a ring that she bought for him on it, with some roses. Then walking away, before being stopped eventually with Mr. Norton.
"Vincent, your presence, although obviously our daughter would have wanted you here. I personally never want to see your face again. Am I the only one who finds it a bit suspicious that you were the only one there when she died. Yet, you did nothing to stop her, hmm? Answer me!"
Vincent just stood there. Haleys mother, who accually half liked Vincent looked to her husband. "Harold, calm down. It isnt this boy's fault. Leave him be, he's shaken enough from this as any of us are. It is not his fault."
But Mr. Norton powerfully shoved away his wife. And glared at Vincent. "You're dead to me boy. As dead as my daughter is. I dont care if you 'loved' her. You were not, and never would've been good enough for her."
And with that Mr. Norton walked off, Mrs. Norton gave Vincent a hug and walked off. Jimmy Norton walked by and glared at Vincent. "You beter pray I dont see you at school..." And then Vincents Mother just walked him off, back to the car.
"Dont worry Vincent... Those people wont bother you, let them come to terms with what's happened. You need time too, you can take a bit of time off school if you'd like."
And Vincent took time, for about 2 weeks he never left his bedroom. Except for the tuesdays and thursdays he had karate. Vincent rarely spoke. His grades dropped conciderably, as he never did the homework his friends brought home. He was really changed as a person.
As of late, his mother, who was worried to bits of her son's transformation as of late. He'd been not dressing the same, wearing alot of black, even got his hair dyed. Black Jeans, t-shirts, shirts, ect. Very psuedo-gothic kind of clothing at times. She'd been making him see a psychiatrist. Set that her son was really going crazy or something. Vincent however just didnt really ever talk to the psychiatrist.
Vincent wandered into his office again, their scheduled 3:45 meeting every friday afternoon. As usual. Vincent was 15 minutes early but that never stopped him, he just always arrived at 3:30
His psychiatrist, Dr. Jennings. Was a nice man, about 45, balding black hair. a goatee. He dressed very casual for a psychiatrist. Maybe thats why his mother picked him, he was more 'casual' and 'easy going' than most psychiatrists. But vincent saw no point and seeing this man. No point in being here. He was only here to make his mother happy. Regardless of the fact that he felt he'd never be happy again, ever.
"How are you today Vincent?"
Vincent just shrugged and took his seat in the 'bed' as opposed to laying in it like typical patients.
"Your mother tells me you've been going to karate still. That's a good thing, yes?"
Vincent just shrugged lightly. His sleep deprived eyes looked right into Dr. Jennings eyes. He wanted to tell this man somethins so eerily sadistic that even he would be so disturbed. So shocked beyond the widest horaisons. That he'd never have to come back.
"Karate is the only thing, that keeps me alive."
The doctor just nodded.
"What are you saying Vincent? You have plenty to live for."
Vincent sighed and looked at him.
"Doctor. I've told you this countless time's before. I've resurched it. I've looked it up on the internet. Im a mutant, Im precognative. My visions aren't just ironic cases of deja vu. They're fucking visions of the future. I envisioned my love, the one person that held my world together. Die, in my vision, then it happened just moments later! Do you even understand how that feels?"
The Doctor just shook his head. "Well no Vincent, I cant say that I do, but I can tell you that feeling sorry for yourself isn't going to help any more than blaming yourself or doing anything other than moving on will."
Vincent just shook his head. "Doctor... Her father hates me, Im fairly certain her little brother is going to kick my ass the day I go back to school. It's horrible. I hate it. I feel handicapped. I have nothing to support myself. Im empty, so utterly empty. Im a fucking egg, with no shell. Just some random juices laying about, un supported. Nothing's holding me together.
The Doctor looked. "Well... what can you do to maybe, give your life some sort of... I dont know, semblance of togetherness. I mean, it is capable to give yourself those feelings that you had from your other. She physically may not be there. But in your heart, she is still there, yes?"
Vincent only nodded, laying down and sighing. "Maybe, I dont know... I could try to become a cop. If its anything like the police academy movies. It should be a sinch. Im fit, I could do it."
The Doctor chuckled lightly. "A cop, most noble of you."
Vincent nodded slightly. "Well, holding justice and all that. Cleaning up the streets, its just an idea, nothing I feel like taking into action. You know?"
The Doctor nodded. "Hmm... here. Take this perscription to your doctor. We're going to up your prozzac medication. And I strongly suggest you go back to school within the month. Will that be okay Vincent?"
Nodding slightly, he didnt want to but he had no other choice really. He was his doctor. He walked home, gave his mother the perscription and went to bed. It was roughly 5:00 when he got home, he was exhausted. He hadn't slept in 3 days. He'd needed a good sleep, and for the first night in a while, after taking his pills he slept. For a good 15 hours.
Waking up the next day, he felt somewhat rejuvinated. Not nearly enough to feel good about himself. But good enough to not waste away 'feeling sorry for himself' as his doctor worded it. He pulled on his black t-shirt that read "By the time you finish reading this, you're realize you just wasted 10 seconds of your fucking time" t-shirt. The print got smaller as the sentence went on. It made Vincent chuckle when he bought it so he wore it.
He threw on a pair of black pants and got his books ready. School was infac the last thing he wanted to do but 3 weeks of school missed was really going to be a bitch to catch up on. He started his walk to school and he had constant disapprovals in his mind.
'shouldn't be doing this'
'go home vince'
'dont make the wrong decision'
But also there were curiousities in his brain. the side of him that wanted to go back, his ambitions to get good grades and such werent tottaly slaughtered by the death of Haley. However, his muse hadn't died to be in the presence of one person. Jimmy Garner. The man who was walking towards him.
"Hey Vincent! So nice to see your scrawny ass back in school!"
Vincent just pushed passed him and kept walking. Jimmy however was being very persistant.
"Whats wrong, think you're tough shit or something because your girlfriend dies and you come back pulling off this goth fuck act. Vincent you're a loser, and always will be."
Vincent just stopped, dropped his books. Turned around and punched Jimmy in the face, over and over again, it was like he was possessed. He just pummeled into Jimmy, this was 3 years of pent up rage. And Vincent was loving every second of it. Vincent was pulled off of Jimmy by one of his friends. Jimmy was holding his bloody face. Screaming incoherient nothings. Vincnt just got up, grabbed his books and walked to his locker. After he put his things in his locker. He went to the bathroom and cleaned up.
He walked out and noticed some people were giving him looks. He saw a counsellor waving him over. Leading him to his office. Mr. Crow, he never liked Vincent. And the feeling was very much so neutral. He just looked to vincent as he sat down, and vincent sat down.
"Was there a reason for your sudden outburst on Mr. Garner?"
Vincent looked at him.
"Was there a reason?.... Was there a reason!"
He stood up and looked Mr. Crow dead in the eye. "Jimmy Garner has bullied and pushed me around for 3 fucking years, while councellors like you. Have done NOTHING about it."
Mr. Crow looked to vincent. "Dont raise your voic-"
"Shut up!" Vincent announced. "God just listen for once, you're a councellor. Tell the principal this shit for all i care. Im, glad I kicked his ass, and if he even looks at me the wrong way again. Im going to rip his fucking eyeballs out, and shove them down his throat. You can tell Jimmy that, because if I see him. He'll probably get punched in the face again... Have a good day, Mr. Crow."
Vincent went to his locker and got his binder. His day went by relatively well. His classes were pretty easy, he'd easily known all the things. Triginomitry was a bloody migrane in the works though. He knew he'd have trouble with it. But he got through the day, and managed to catch up in chemestry. Which was pretty good for Vince, three weeks of chem, in one day, minding the fact he stayed in at lunch and breaks. To catch up was pretty good. He'd have to do a few labs later in the week, but it was a good day.
Vincent saw Jimmy later that day, 3 times infact. He had two shiners, and a broken nose. He didnt even so much as look at vincent, let alone start anything. Vincent was feeling pretty good about himslelf. He felt like going to the mall..
His walk to the mall was a long one. He walked into his favourite store, the myths, and lore store. He saw something he liked, alot. A very interesting object to say the least. It was called 'the grim reaper.' a very neat scythe. That sat on a wooden bo staff, with the blade that had some intricate carvings on it. He wanted it, very badly.
"Sir, could I get that scythe?"
The man nodded and smirked. Vincent just smirked, paying with his debit card. Thanking god he had a job and was able to afford it. Maybe his mother would be happy that he went out and accually did something. He in all honesty was expeecting a rant about 'violence' again when he got home. As she surely heard about the fight, more like the pummeling he gave. And he was very proud of that as well.
The walk home was a lengthy one, carrying home the box the scythe came in. It thankfully came with a wall mount so he was happy about that. He got home however and was very curious why his house was taped off by police, three cars were there and he sprinted down his street.
"What happened!"
He asked the police officer. Who replied simply.
"There was a shooting... Who are you?"
Vincent just blinked, a shooting, who would try to rob his house, and was his mother okay?
"Im Vincent, I live here! Wheres my mother!"
The cop just put a hand on Vincents shoulder. And sighed, he'd hate to tell he boy this, as most cops disliked this but what else could he do.
"Your mother... she's dead."