Questioning

Changing

Not a soul on this earth knows of my story. No one would even take anything I said into review for being believed. I have no evidence, no witnesses, but only a setup of mirrors and such in my garage while I lie here on my unusually cold mattress trying to take in any of what I had witnessed tonight.

I don't expect you to believe a word of what I tell you. I'm writing this for my own sake. But I'll tell you man to man that this is not a story. This is a record of the mistakes I made and what it got me into.

I'll tell you the moral of this 'story' at the start. Don't ask questions you can't handle the answer to.

* * * *

I suppose you deserve a little insight before I get into this nightmare. There's no way I'm using anyone's real name here, but I'll give you where I live. I'm from a town called Middlesbrough in Northern England. Born and raised here in the county of Yorkshire, I just happen to live in the scummy part, with one of the highest crime rates in the county.

Nothing really exciting happens here often, (I know, cliché, right?) and I've always judged life choices because of where I live. Do I go to uni? Nah, I'm from Middlesbrough. Should I try and achieve my dream? Nah, I'm from Middlesbrough.

Here's another cliché, I'm completely ordinary, I'd like to think, but maybe on the posher side compared to those around me. Just a fifteen year old lad, trying to get through his last year of secondary school without wanting out of this existential nightmare and killing himself. My fake name for you can be Darren, second names aren't important.

I feel like an absolute inbetweener among my peers. Sometimes I feel loved and popular, and sometimes like I only have a few good friends. But either way, I was happy. I like breaking the rules sometimes, that's what they're there for right?

Maybe not...

Maybe if I followed rules this wouldn't have happened.

Maybe I'd be able to sleep tonight and carry on.

* * * *

Friday nights were usually boring for me. I was never part of that stupid squad, smoking drugs or getting drunk. I kept to myself and played games or scrolled through image boards most nights. Until my good friend, who we'll call Dylan called out to me during my last lesson on a typical Friday afternoon. English.

He shouted my name while the teacher went out to do some photocopying, or as I'd like to think, suck off the head teacher while stroking his own nob. (Yes, I'm single)

He gestured for me to walk to his side of the classroom, and while I walked, a grin covered his face.

"Want to sneak into somewhere with us tonight?"

At this point I'd do anything tonight, Skyrim gets boring sometimes.

"Where?"

Dylan is one to swear often, probably picked up from the chavs around him.

"Let's fucking go to our old primary"

I've always found it amusing when people use such words in unneeded places.

"What? Umm... Fine, who with?"