The Spiral into Darkness
Ninth Grade
This was worse than I thought it would be. No one even so much as glances at me as I trudged down the white halls of the high school. I had already been to the principal's office this morning. She kept on saying how sorry she was for my loss. Why bother? It is not like she actually cared.
A part of me is glad I don't have any friends, I couldn't stand if they came up to me and acted liked the principal, and yet another part of me just wishes some one would tell me it was going to be all right. I had never needed or wanted friends before now, I mean who would? I had my brother Wyatt and that was all I needed. I never dreamed this would happen.
When I finally reached my locker, it was jammed. Typical, crappy lockers for a crappy school. Oh great, now I have to lug these books around all day. Usually I would use my telekinesis to ease the load but thanks to my supposed family, I guess I won't be doing that anytime soon. Suddenly a shock of pain went through my body. The books in my bag were digging into a bruise on my back. Yesterday I was attacked by a darklighter; he had tried to kill me in my room. The only reason I escaped was that I orbed out of there, but not before he was able to throw me into a wall.
I never thought I would wish for more homework. Any thing to take my mind off what happened. It was the beginning of the term so there was hardly any work to do. That won't bother my brother though. Hunting demons was Wyatt's life now; he didn't care about his family. Oh sure Wyatt claims that he is killing them to protect me but none of these demons have even made a move against me or dad.
I don't think Wyatt is even here today, not that dad would care. This morning when I got up, he was passed out on the couch. Bottles and cans of beer were littered around him. Elders weren't allowed to drink alcohol but it doesn't seem like dad is taking much notice of that rule. I was glad that he wasn't awake when I left. I couldn't stand the looks he kept giving me.
I know Leo blamed me for mom's death, I was beginning to think that maybe he was right. The teacher's voice interrupted my line of thought. A test, great, yet another thing to worry about. I know I wanted homework but you can't do a test at home. I would love had another reason to keep busy and away from dad. Glancing at the clock, I felt like swearing; almost home time. As much as I hate school, I hate home more. The bell rang through the school. Standing up, I sighed; time to go back to hell.
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