Saviour

You never think about what happens when you say something. Just today, May 19, 2012 I was hanging out with my friends and one girl Jess (her name has been changed to protect her privacy) said to me “I would have been born in August but I was born in June.” Because I had mentioned my birthday being in August. I said, without thinking, “So is that why you’re so weird?” joking around. She didn’t find that very funny. Luckily though, we were close enough for her to tell me how she thought. I said I was sorry and we went on with the day.

Just today May 19, 2012 I was looking around on Wattpad when I found a profile. iamSaviour was two boys. I in no way knew these people. I never got the chance to talk to them because they committed suicide some weeks earlier. I read their profile and I saw only a glimpse of their personalities. I saw how many people cared about them. It reminded me of my friend Jess earlier today.

Simple things can make the world change on its head. Why did these people I don’t even know die? Well, I have no idea. The following story is fictional, but, I have based it and dedicated it to Andy and Alexx. I hope I do them justice.

I stared at the clock. Willing it to go slower. Five minutes until the wretched bell rings. Then, I have to go home. I don’t voice this opinion. Instead I leaned over to my only friend Jake.

“Hey man, five minutes.” I said.

“Yeah.” He said smiling. “I’m desperate to go home.”

I’m not. But no one knows that. If I go home I have to face my mother. It’s not that she’s bad or anything she’s just too busy. She’s always too tired to talk or hear about my day. If she had, things would have been different.

Dad had left three years before. A divorce. It went pretty bad though. Hatred will be harbored between the two for the rest of their lives.

Jake’s never met my mother. I’ve never met his. We don’t talk about our families much. We love each other like brothers. It’s bad. We leave it at that.

It’s not that I have a bad life. It’s hard. When I go home, I never find my mother. She’s always at work. She works three jobs to help support us. A bartender, a clerk at a grocery store, and a waitress at the nearest Outback. None of them pay well and it’s hard for both of us. I’m fifteen and can’t get a job. I don’t have a way of getting around simple as that.

I mean if we had money I could get a bike and bike everywhere. Or I could ride the bus. Or something. We just don’t have the money though. We can barely pay the rent at our crappy apartment.

I don’t complain though. The other people at school tease me. My hair is long and constantly in my face. And not in the cool ‘scene’ way. It’s long and light brown. It’s never quite brushed out all the way. My clothes are always second hand. My shirts are baggy and my jeans are too short. My shoes are in tatters and I just look like a weirdo.

But I still don’t complain.

I still have a big bruise on my cheek bone from where I got punched three days before.

Jake on the other hand is very ‘scene’. He has black hair that falls over his eyes much like mine only it looks cooler on him. It’s always perfectly brushed. He has tight fitting concert t-shirts and tight jeans that fit him right. He had the cool shoes that were ‘in’ nowadays.

The bell rung and I let out an involuntary sigh. Jake looked at me and smiled. Good, he thought I was relieved.

We parted ways, and I walked toward the sketchy apartment complex we lived in. An average day, I would never think it would go so wrong.

Zach and walks up to me. He’s a basketball player. Real full of himself.

He punched me I the gut and pushed me to the ground. I curse as I fall unable to breath. He kicked me in the side.

“Get outta my way f@#!” He shouted.

I shrink away. He spit on me and walked off.

I got up and slinked back home. I got there and took off my shirt and put it in the pile of laundry I needed to do.

I started on my homework. After several minutes of staring at the complicated math equations I gave up and put my homework away.

I grab the laundry and walk down the steps to the basement where there was washers and dryers for the apartment residents. I pick one and threw the laundry inside. I pressed a couple buttons and with a squeal the washer started.