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TW: Blood, Homophobia, School Shooting, Violence, blood, mentions of cigarettes, guns
Ren sat down in his class, hands shaky and mind off in the distance somewhere. His life was horrible. So horrible, in fact, he'd rather be in the hell that is school than at home.
He was never the best student, however. He'd constantly skip class, he'd barely listen, and his grades were usually low. He was annoying and would sometimes get into fights. People wouldn't notice, but he was very close to going over the edge.
He was almost... Apathetic.
Everytime his parents were called, or even mentioned, he'd shake uncontrollably. That shaking would get lesser and lesser everytime, as he became more apathetic.
Rendog's (Robert) got a quick hand.
He'll look around the room, but won't tell you his plan.
He's got a rolled cigarette.
Hanging out his mouth, he's a cowboy kid, yeah.
Ren almost considered bringing a cigarette to school, as one of his old mates had joked about it one time. Said friend, had actually brung one to school that day, and promptly got arrested for it. After they got out, he was hated by most of the students. He wouldn't stop joking about it, though.
Ren was going to do something much worse.
He found a six-shooter gun,
in his dad's closet, and with a box of fun things
I don't even know what,
but he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you
Ren, after school that day, had found an arrangement of small guns in his fathers closet. He smirked. His mind, once pure and innocent, had turned into darkness. Twisted thoughts went though his head.
He was considering to use it on himself, but... Where's the fun in that?
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run. outrun my gun!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
Ren thought of his siblings. He'd grown a passionate, hateful rage for them. He hates the way they talk, walk, or even anything for that matter. They hated him right back, too.
He'd seen them walk by with their flashy shoes, too expensive for all the poor kids. He thought it would be a shame if something were to... happen to them.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run. outrun my gun!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
Ren shook those thoughts out of his head. He tried to think of his love for them.
...
It just wasn't there
Daddy works a long day
He'd be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late
And he's bringing me a surprise
'Cause dinner's in the kitchen, and it's packed in ice
Ren heard footsteps, that snapped him out of his thoughts. His father. Slow but loud, he felt a loud shock that shivered him right to the core. He looked around, trying to find a place to hide.
Ren sprinted under the bed, right in time for his father to walk in. He put his big tool belt and chucked it onto the bed, huffing and puffing loudly while doing so.
Ren tried not to move, even though smelled terribly. His eyes shifted around. He found some pretty dirty things down there, all used up. It made him want to puke.
I've waited for a long time...
Yeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger.
I reason with my cigarette,
then say, "Your hair's on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah"
Ren walked around. The next day hadn't been any different to any other day. Well, except for one thing...
In his bag, sat a small, but very dangerous gun and a whole bunch of bullets. He thinks its for 'just in case'.
He ran into Doc, his best friend, and boyfriend. They meant the world to eachother. Most people thought their relationship was disgusting, but Doc had been there since the start, so it certainly wasn't going to end soon...
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run. outrun my gun!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
Ren and Doc chatted for a while, before the worst thing happened.
His siblings came up, big smirks on their faces. Their postures screamed 'stereotypical popular girls'.
"Hey look, its the gay f*ggot", they teased. They burst into laughter, as they couldn't hold it in.
Ren glared at them, trying not to let their words affect him. But, thanks to his horrible luck, tears pricked his eyes. His breath hitched in an attempt to not let them fall. His lips quivered as he tried to conjure up a comeback, but alas, nothing came.
They laughed harder, noticing the tears.
"Awww, baby's gonna cry? Poor wittle Ren!", They said, inbetween the breaths and snorts.
"Do NOT talk to him like that, or you will regret it.", said Doc, just above normal volume.
That was the last straw. It felt like a glass, over full. Water dripping down from it. It felt like that glass shattered. Into millions of small pieces, the glass would go flying. That's what it felt like.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run. outrun my gun!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
Ren pulled his bag, not paying attention to the argument infront of him. Usually, he'd stop Doc before his short temper got the best of him.
Not this time.
He grabbed hold of the gun in the bag, already loaded with bullets. He wasn't thinking, only doing.
Ren stared at his sibling, the eldest. A.K.A, the most annoying. He took in her beautiful looks, one final time.
He pointed the gun...
Run, run, run, run
R-r-r-run, run, run, run
R-r-r-run, run, run, run
R-r-r-run
Run, run
Run, run, run
Ren pulled the trigger, causing everybody around him to freeze in shock. They stared at Ren, who by now, had tears flooding down his face, although no sounds came out of him.
His other sibling let out a loud scream, before trying to run as fast as it was possible. But, was shot before running down the long hall.
Screams rang out through the school, so loud it was glass shattering. Bells rung and the sounds of feet hit the ground like a brick, as if the entire world would collapse in an instant.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run. outrun my gun!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
...
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run. outrun my gun!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
Ren went as far as to shoot up every classroom, no thoughts in the process.
...
He approached Doc, tears rolling down his face and warm, red, sticky blood covering his entire body. Doc was calling the police. He didn't want to, but it was the only right thing to do.
Ren laughed. Sick and maniacal. He put up the gun to his head. A sadistic smile stretched over his face.
It would all be over.
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run. outrun my gun!
All the other kids with the pumped up kicks...
You better run, better run, faster than my bullet!
WC- 1219