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E:WSAG Ch.5 Pt.1

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I awoke in my room with my covers kicked from the bed, light seeping through the window, and that obnoxious beeping sound once again penetrating my barrier of sleep. I grumbled and sat up, wincing when my arm was pulled by strings of fabric attached to the slit following down the skin.

I realized that in the process of cutting my arm she had ripped my coat. I sighed and slowly picked the strings out of the cut and held my arm to my chest as I ripped the cord to the alarm clock out of the wall. I resisted the urge to throw it across the room and stood up as I went downstairs for more gauze.

I didn’t have to worry about my mother waking up and attacking me again. She was passed out cold from her night of drinking and she wouldn’t have enough energy, or probably even remember, what had happened the night before. Only that she was angry with me for being late.

When I reached the kitchen I pulled down a first aid kit and a bottle of aspirin. I downed for tablets and began cleaning the wound. I carefully wrapped it and looked both at my bandaged arms. Each bandage wrapping from wrist to elbow. I shook my head and placed the box back but put the aspirin in my pocket and headed back upstairs for clothes.

I growled irritably when I realized I had no clean clothes having been prevented by mother to clean them and being forced into my room.

I kept on my dirty jeans but switched my bloody shirt for a semi-cleaner one that I only put in the hamper because it came time for washing it. I pulled it over my head and then put my ripped sweatshirt back, being the only one that I owned.

I quickly pulled on my backpack and hurried out the door. I was already beginning to run late for the time that Mark usually left for school. I ran down the street and to Mark’s. I found myself confused when his car was left dead in the driveway, the lights in his house on.

Against my will I found myself climbing the step and knocking on the front door. His mother answered with that usual expression of pity or sorrow and smiled.

“Hello, Jeremy. Come in.” I smiled politely to the best of my ability and stepped into the house. It was so strange coming in here. The exact same layout as my house but completely different.

The air held the scent of a lilac air freshener plugged into a wall somewhere. The house was spotless and didn’t hold a hazy screen of cigarette smoke like mine did. The lights were bright and illuminated family pictures hanging from the walls, books neatly placed in a china cabinet, and clean furniture with cloth covers.

I looked to my feet not wanting to look at the caring mother or the house I longed to have for my own and fiddled my thumbs against one another.

“Um, will Mark be ready soon?” I asked once the door was closed
behind me and she stood in front of me smiling with that complacent smile that held all the motherly love anyone could wish for.

“Oh, honey, he caught the flu. He won’t be going to school for a little while, but, here,” she grabbed the keys off the hook with a quiet clanking sound, “take the car. I know he won’t mind and I wouldn’t be able to bare you walking to school.”

“No, that’s alright. I’ll walk.” I saw her soft hands unfold mine and then fold them back into place with the car keys inside of them.

“Take the car, Jeremy.” Her tone was too motherly and caring. “It’s too cold for you to walk to school no matter the distance.” She patted my hands and walked around me to the door and opened it. “Better get going. You don’t want to be late.”

I nodded and mumbled a faint thank you as I walked out the door to the car. I sullenly got in the car and started it waiting for it to warm up so I wouldn’t mess up the engine when I started it.

When I thought it had been long enough I backed out of the drive and drove carefully out of the cul-de-sac. The neighborhood and town slowly flew past me as I made sure to drive safely. It was a rare thing for me to drive and I didn’t want anything to happen to Mark’s car while it was in my possession.

I pulled into Mark’s parking spot when I reached the high school. Once I opened the door a rush of butterflies hit my blood stream and I was unbearably excited to get out and rush to the front of the school. I managed to keep myself at a reasonable pace, only being held back by my negative thoughts.

I couldn’t wait to see him, but what if Sunday was just him flirting or something. He seemed like the type of guy who didn’t get into serious relationships but liked to make-out with people in the backroom of parties anyways.

I found myself chewing on my bottom lip as I began searching for that familiar red Centra.
Existentialism: When Skies Are Grey

Disclaimer: The picture above my story is not mine, however the story is mine and mine alone.

Warning: This story does include homosexuality, drug use, violence, and sex. If you do not think that you can or want to handle these things do not read.



Alright, so I'm not going to lie; I'm pretty proud of this entry. It is a bit short I admit but I think I expressed everything the way that I wanted to. I haven't, however, actually reread it so I can't say that it's exactly the way I wanted. It will still change come time for rewrite. ^^
The rewrite is coming soon, anyways. So, yeah, keep reading. :)


Ch.1 Pt. 1: [link]
Ch.1 Pt. 2: [link]
Ch.1 Pt. 3: [link]

Ch.2 Pt.1: [link]
Ch.2 Pt.2: [link]
Ch.2 Pt.3: [link]

Ch.3 Pt.1: [link]
Ch.3 Pt.2: [link]
Ch.3 Pt.3: [link]

Ch.4 Pt.1: [link]
Ch.4 Pt.2: [link]
Ch.4 Pt.3: [link]
Ch.4 Pt.4: [link]

Ch.5 Pt.1: READING
Ch.5 Pt.2: [link]
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I like it. I think maybe you should elaborate a bit more on Marks house and family, etc. I feel like I want to know more about it. Other than that this is - like all the others - amazing. I liked: "I couldn’t wait to see him, but what if Sunday was just him flirting or something. He seemed like the type of guy who didn’t get into serious relationships but liked to make-out with people in the backroom of parties anyways.

I found myself chewing on my bottom lip as I began searching for that familiar red Centra. "