Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I get really bored typing stuff up, but my friend has been bugging me to update for weeks, so here it is:
Disclaimer: I do not own Calvin and Hobbes. I am not nearly talented enough to think up such a wonderful comic. -sigh- I just write fanfics…
Chapter 4
Calvin returned home in a foul mood. He'd broken up with Lily, yet again, and this time he was sure it was for good. He'd also been beaten up by a six-and-a-half-foot-tall Moe, in plain view of three teachers, and was now sporting a black eye, and several other bruises the size of Texas. To top it all off, his parents were threatening to make those rumored psychiatrist visit's a reality. And no matter how many times he shouted that it wasn't his fault everyone else in the world was a narrow-minded imbecile, they still refused to see from his point of view. Typical.
Calvin stormed into his room, slammed the door, threw his beat up old backpack in a corner, and promptly tripped and hit his head on Killer's cage.
When he came to, Calvin found himself staring into the eyes of a very unworried looking iguana. Calvin cursed, scrambling to his feet. After examining two more bruises, one on his hip and one on his temple, he resumed storming around his room, his new injuries only adding to his fury.
When he ran out of things to throw on the floor, Calvin swept everything off his bed, excluding Hobbes and his pillows, threw himself across it, and fell asleep.
After a half-hour-long nap, Calvin finally raised his head and looked around his room. It was a pig-sty. Dirty clothes, school books, moldy pizza boxes, and God-only-knows-what-else were scattered randomly across the room. He couldn't remember the last time he'd cleaned his room, and his mother had long ago ceased to even open his door, lest the horror of what lay inside give her a heart attack. He detected a faint rotting smell in the air and his mind immediately went to Cheesy, the mouse he'd never managed to find. Also, his desk seemed to be mysteriously missing a chair. This seemed wrong to Calvin. After taking all this in, Calvin rose and began to do the unthinkable: clean his room.
After finding his chair beneath a chin-high pile of dirty underwear, and avoiding the space under the bed, where he believed he'd discovered Cheesy, Calvin found a piece of paper resting on top of a mound of filthy laundry. Something about it caught his eye, and, as he began to read it, Calvin slowly sank onto his bed.
Because of the atrocious spelling, it took Calvin longer than normal to discern the letter. Finally, he set down the paper and gazed blankly into space. Slowly, he turned to the stuffed tiger next to him, who gazed back with shiny, unrevealing eyes. "I…can't…" he whispered. Then, he grabbed Hobbes and shook him violently. "What is going on?" he demanded, gazing into the tiger's blank eyes. "I don't…understand--," Calvin suddenly flung himself across the bed, grabbed a pocket knife from the drawer in his bed side table, and started to press it against his wrist.
"Calvin, no!"