Cain

My name is Cain. I know that I am probably not the one people want to be near. Considering where I am from and what I did. I mean I brought a gun to school and threatened to shoot up the whole school. That and I created little bombs to go off at school. They never did though. After that I went to a school named Horizon for dysfunctional teens. Well the story begins at the very beginning.

I was born a twin. Though I was born twenty-three minutes after her. When she was about fifteen minutes old she passed on. My mother named her Caina before she had died though. When I was born she decided to call me Cain. My father showed no interest in me as my mother told me he died. But I later found out that was a lie when I was forced to Horizon.

I was born in a tiny town and moved to Seattle Washington when I was only a few months old. There my mother and I learned to live on our own. I was the man of the house and had to protect my mother. The way I have since I was a baby. At least that is what she says. I don't know whether to believe her or not. So I just go along with the flow.

Well I was just the nerd in school. Stuck with my studies and paid more attention to either cross country or math team, even the debate team. Though I have never had a zit or had a blemish on my face, because I was in the groups that I was in I was considered a nerd. I guess I always hated to be treated as one and teased as though it was a bad thing that I was a nerd. Guess what I was pretty happy to be one. At least I was smarter then Neil. Captain of the football team and has about one working brain cell. He used to tease me the most.

I used to confide in the teacher and talk to them, but I guess I wasn't really getting all my frustration out. My mother worked almost twenty-four, seven and had some useful time working on trying to map out the school. I created the map and set up the hit list. A list that had Neil and the top. Most of his buddies and some of the cheerleaders along with others who teased me.

Yea they didn't mess with me after I brought the gun and held it to Neil's head. Now did they. The bombs didn't go off though. And I didn't pull the trigger. The cops talked me out of it. I mean how hard was it to just pull my finger. But I couldn't and I didn't want to.

So I came to Horizon because the courts said it might help me more then jail. I am here now. There isn't much else to say. Actually there is. My half brother is my Anger Management teacher. His name is Curt. He is a pretty cool guy. I guess it is better so that I know that I am not the only one. I just wished that I knew before this incident then maybe I could have had someone to look up to and confide in. Then I wouldn't be here and met the people that I did.

I don't know what else to say about me because I normally don't talk about myself.

Dear me,

I know that you might not listen to me because I know you. You have a thick head and sometimes refuse to think about others when you are trying to figure things out. But maybe because this letter is for you, you might listen.

Cain nothing was your fault. Caina didn't die because of you. Even if your mother blamed you plenty of times. I know this Cain. It hurt you that you weren't the baby girl that she formed that instant bond with. But Cain you are your own child Cain. She learned to love you.

I know you have a crush on that girl. Go for it. Know that you need to build up your confidence. The worst thing she could do is say back off and/ or let's just be friends. I know you are new to Horizon and am still having some problems but smile a little and remember don't be so nerdy but be yourself.

Here's another hint. Don't let things get under your skin as much. No hit lists, please. And remember, if no one else loves you, you yourself does.

Bond with your brother. Make up for the lost time that you never got the chance to fulfill. Allow him to know you Cain. I know you hate your mother. She did things that she shouldn't have done. But maybe she did do something right. Gave you a chance to get to know your brother.

Hells never going to touch you,

Cain