Jolt

Part 1

Holt woke up in a ditch outside his school. Looking around and checking himself for injuries, he figured that the other students had beaten him up again. He was always being picked on because of his tourettes, they made him say and do outlandish things that always seemed to get him in trouble.

The other students would call him Jolt and purposely irk his tics to act up. As much as Holt wished he could ignore them, his tics wouldn't allow it.

He started his walk home, preparing to get an earful from his mother once he got there. From the looks of things, he should've gotten home from school hours ago.

Maybe I should just run away, he thought to himself, but quickly changed his mind seeing as he had none of his belongings with him at the moment.

He walked through the front door of his small, two bedroom house. He tried to just sneak to his room and pretend he'd been there the whole time, but his mother was waiting for him in the kitchen.

"Where on earth have you been?!" She was angry, clearly. It's not that she was worried like a normal mother would be, at least not worried about her kid. If anything she was more worried about her own reputation.

"I just decided to go on an after school walk," Holt lied. Even if he had told the truth his mother wouldn't have believed him. She believed his tics were for attention, even after he was clinically diagnosed.

"Don't you dare lie to me! You were probably out doing drugs or drinking or being a little man slut like your father!"

His father had cheated on his mom plenty of times before she decided to file a divorce, and now she constantly compared Holt to him.

Holt rolled his eyes and just walked to his room while his mom continued to yell, only difference now was that he was ignoring her.

I'm so tired of this.

Holt started gathering his things into his bookbag, which wasn't much of a challenge seeing as he didn't have a lot.

He packed what he needed; some clothes, deodorant, some food, all his savings, and some art supplies.

The supplies consisted of a sketch book, some pencils, a pen, and an x-acto knife. He examined the x-acto knife, contemplating on whether or not he really needed it.

Just as he was about to put it away, he suddenly ticked, and before he had time to react, he had stabbed his left eye with the x-acto knife.

He screamed out in sheer agony. He immediately dropped the knife, and held his eye. Trying not to panic he grabbed a piece of cloth and put pressure on the wound to slow the bleeding.

After about thirty minutes, the bleeding had reduced. He started to clean the injury, he'd been used to doing so from being beaten by other students so often.

He looked around for something to patch it up with. He eventually found an old eyepatch he had from an old steampunk pirate costume he had worn for one Halloween when he was twelve. Putting it on, he looked in the mirror.

Not bad, really. He thought to himself.

He cleaned up his mess, zipped up his bag, and went to sleep.

The next morning he grabbed his bag and went to school. He didn't really have to go, but he had some business to attend to before he'd run away.

At the end of class, students started to pick on him, like usual. Calling him names, making fun of his new eyepatch, pushing him around, until he suddenly pushed one of them back.

The students were surprised: Holt had never fought back before and they weren't sure how to react. They decided to just ignore him for the rest of the time.

Once school let out, the other students were waiting for him by the same ditch he woke up in the day before. Holt passed by here whilst walking home so it was a prime place for them to gather.

Once holt arrived though, he pulled out the x-acto knife. The other students glared at him. "What could you possibly do with that small thing?" one asked.

But before they could say anything else, Holt walked up to them and very quickly slit his throat. The student dropped to his knees and started bleeding out while the others stood there in fear and shock.

Holt's head jolted a bit. "Y'all know what? Jolt doesn't sound so bad after all."

He quickly started to go through the others as they screamed and tried to run away, but they dropped like flies.

Once Jolt was done, he wiped the blood off his face and walked into the forest behind the school, leaving the bodies there to be discovered.