Hm well this is based on the song assistant assistants by trophy scars...its about Shawn...um its not that good so I suggest you don't read it...and yet again Chet is placed as a abusive person.

Assistant Assistants

Chapter 1-Was clawing at the walls in my tiny apartment…

I lied awake in bed. I assume it's around five or so in the morning. I'm tired as hell, but I lie awake anyway. The noise of the trailer park kept me awake. The screaming, the crying, the glass breaking, the doors slamming…. just everything. It scared me. Plus I couldn't go to sleep with the noise…not that I could anyway.

At any moment I expected my dad to burst threw the door, drunk as hell, and find me huddled in a corner with a blanket draped around me and my head against the wall. I couldn't sleep in my room…not with the memories that fucking haunt me and make me sick whenever I step in there. If my dad found me he'd probably say something to me and if I didn't reply he'd beat me for being a pansy as he would say and if I did say something he'd beat me for talking back.

I tell my friends I live in an apartment so that they don't see how much of a bum I am. I tell them they can't come over because the people above us get angry. Lie.

I slowly started clawing at the walls as I looked out the window. I'm just so tired and so out of it. I want to be out there. I want to be free. Away from my father and this awful shitty trailer parks. Freedom is what I want the most in life. Something I'll probably never have.

I also don't want to turn into my dad when I'm older. That's my second thing I want most in life, and the thing I fear the most. I never want to be like him. Ever.

I started thinking about life. About my life. Comparing Cory and I, my best friend. He had everything I ever wanted. A family, a nice home, an older brother, nice neighbor…just the way things are suppose to be.

Trying to make sense of my life and then it started…

As I thought about how badly I had fucked up my life, I got a bad sharp pain in my stomach. My heart started speeding up, man. I lyed down on the floor and squeezed my eyes shut. I panted for a few seconds because the pain hurt so badly. Am I dying? A small smile felt upon my face for a second thinking about that.

My stomach felt weird and my heart was speeding up, man

Suddenly, as quickly as it had come on, it was gone. I sat up in a sweat and brushed some of my hair back. I spoke to myself in a soft whisper…picturing myself in Feeny's class…. listening to him go on and on….I raised my hand and smiled.

When all of it was over I spoke up and raised my right hand

"Why do I exist? I've got two more years to live."

I heard a few giggles and then looked around me. I was in Mr. Feeny's classroom. I must have been daydreaming before…no…no I was dreaming. I could tell by the drool by my lip. I hate dreams that are that real feeling. Crap, I just really said that.

Cory was turned around in his seat looking at me with a weird look on his face. The whole class was looking at me. Mr. Feeny had a shocked expression on his face. Luckily, the bell just rung before anyone could say anything. I grabbed my backpack, flung it over my right shoulder, and ran out of the class with Cory calling after me.