harry
Everyday my mind rethinks of the situation I'm in, being in a huge stage of denial.
Always thinking "No, that's not possible." "I couldn't of done that."
Flashbacks of the memory continually play in my head. My back would hit the metal locker in the hallway, creating a deep pain in my spine.
The creator of the pain would be them.
The human beings, or monsters as I would call them, that get pleasure out of others pain.
The physical and mental pain would have to build up in my mind sooner or later right?
But no, the pain couldn't of lead me to do this. Nothing would drive me to do such a unbelievable thing.
I was different.
My unique likings lead to the monsters having a deep hatred towards me. My fedoras, oh how I loved my fedoras. I still have my best one that's now ripped on the edges. My head bands, which in my case were my favorite.
You can't forget how I didn't have a shitty music taste like every other teenager. Other boys would enjoy hip hop and mainstream songs that were recycled. I on the other hand, appreciated the talent of older bands.
Pink Floyd, The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, you name it.
I keep thinking, that was another psychotic boy at our school. It couldn't of been me.
I stared at the headline of the newspaper from years ago.
"Senior lashes out at school!"
I look to the right and see a teen. One with similar make up styling to a skeleton.
Shivers ran down my spine.
That horrible monster was me?
The dark walls around me felt like they were closing on me. My worst fear would have to be none other but accepting the truth of my sorrowful life.
I've been in here for a couple years now without a way to escape. New people would move in, fall into the horror trap, and join the rest of us.
I didn't like to participate in the whole trapping with everyone else. I was pretty quiet, but when I saw the eyes of that beautiful living young girl I had to warn her.
I whispered in her ear the first night she was here, hoping to scare her so much she would run. But no, unfortunately she was still here.
This is when the idea popped up.
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destiny
My family tumbled into the estate as I sat in the living room, confused about everything.
I was about to ask my mom why she set up a tutoring session with a stranger when I heard the usual yelling.
"You're not committing enough to this family!"
"Do you even love me anymore?"
"Then why don't you just leave!"
With the strong words echoing everywhere I sighed.
I love how they made us all move here to a new house when they're still fighting.
I knew I couldn't bother any of them when they're like this. I would just get yelled at too.
I slumped up the staircase, the familiar creaking filling my ears. The twins had already gone into their rooms doing homework. I had an eerie feeling in the hallway.
Only dim lights from the rooms were shown. I quickly scurried into my room. I hated the dark despite my age.
I had done all my homework already like the geek I am. This lead to me having a dance party to the Rolling Stones.
I turned up the radio at a decent volume and started to dance horribly.
I felt the music getting louder and louder. Mc Jagger's voice was now blasting through the whole house.
I would turn it down and somehow it would go back up. This freaked me the hell out.
I turned off my radio because obviously something had to be wrong with it.
It was really old anyway right?
//next day//
The same routine happened at school. It turns out the two boys' names were Niall and Zayn.
Before I knew it I was walking home from school, letting the cool autumn air hit me.
It might be sad that I'm 17 and dont have a drivers liscense, but im honestly too lazy to take the test.
As soon as I got home and started my homework I heard the familar ring.
Opening the door I saw him.
This time he wasnt wearing his sunglasses which let me see his very pretty green eyes.
He wore a Rolling Stones shirt which surprised me that a teen like him would listen to that.
Then again, you dont see other boys my age wearing fedoras around do you?
His name was Harold right? Something like that. I figured to break the awkward silence and invite him inside.
"You can come in, I have my english stuff in the living room." He nodded and followed me.
"Pretty house you have here." He said as we sat down on the large couch with a decent amount of space inbetween us.
"Yeah its cool I guess. So uh... what do you exactly need help with? My mom hadnt told me about this whole tutoring thing and I honestly have no clue."
He looked as if he was holding in a chuckle and stayed quiet until he realized I was waiting for an answer.
"You see my teacher at Bridgewater, a school not far from yours, assigned a huge essay about finding acceptance. My mother happens to know yours and told me how you were the highest in your english class. So here I am."
My Mom knows people around here? Considering we just moved from the other side of the country I wouldn't expect that.
I didn't want to be rude and question his story, I mean I didn't even know this boy.
"Oh okay. Did you even start your essay yet?"
He furrowed his eyebrows as if he was confused.
"See that's what I need help with now."
I caught myself staring at Harry.
"Well, Harry do you have any acceptance issues in your life or have you had to accept something important?"
I felt like a therapist. I bet you he could get better help from one of then than me with this topic. This essay seemed deep.
He seemed to be in a thinking state.
I have a feeling this Bridgewater school must have smart English classes.
After what seemed minutes he finally answered.
"I had to accept the fact of m- a death."
"That's perfect! Well uh not the death part but it's a great way to relate."
I almost slapped myself, saying a death was perfect? Am I stupid?
He just nodded trying not to make it more awkward than it already was.
He was jotting down some ideas on a piece of paper.
The next thing I knew he closed his binder and looked right at me.
"What are you doing?" I was getting confused.
"Destiny, I just realized I know nothing about you."
I almost laughed. It's funny how I don't know anything about him except his name.
"First of all, You can call me Des. Destiny is such a overrated name, I hate it. Second, I know nothing about you. You could be some serial killer for all I know."
Before he could reply, I came up with an idea.
"How about I ask you a question, you answer, then you repeat and so on."
He nodded.
"So how exactly old are you?" I've been dying to know this ever since I've seen him.
"19, I stayed back a year. My turn, What's your favorite band?"
This was such an easy answer.
"The Rolling Stones."
His face lit up.
"No way! Doesn't a girl like you love justin bieber or something?"
"You're funny. But seriously they're one of the best bands."
We continued talking about mcjaggers hair until the conversation led on.
Before I knew it, it had been 2 hours.
Harry was saying how much he wish he had more bandanas when my phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Destiny? Mom told me to tell you were going out to eat. So get ready were gonna be home to pick you up soon."
And the line went dead before I could reply.
Brat.
I looked at harry who was staring right at me.
"That was my sister. Apparently were going out to eat. Anyway, I guess well work on this more again whenever you're available okay?" I smiled.
He had given me great company.
I hated being alone in this house.
"How about tomorrow?"
I nodded. It's not like I have anything else better to do.
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"Hey, Des what's this dudes last name?"
This girl Melissa, Niall, Zayn, and Alice all invited me to sit with them again.
I had been thinking about telling them about Harry.
The conversation at the lunch table had gotten awkward. So myself being the idiot I am, I had blurted out my whole tutoring story.
I said how I didn't really know him at all at first and how he was different. Not to mention I said his name.
"I didn't catch it. Why?"
"Oh because there was this crazy kid named Harry that used to go here. He fits the description that my sister gave me. I don't know, maybe I'm crazy?"
Surely she must've gotten him mixed up. He goes to some fancy school right?
"What did he do?"
"Let's just say it wasn't pretty, one of his classmates found him dead in the bathroom."