Sorrows of Tomorrow

Footsteps, I hate footsteps, unless your looking, you don't know who or what is coming, closer and closer. I rolled onto my stomach and pressed my face in the pillow, gripping the sheets with tight fists. I didn't want to leave, I can't keep constantly continuing this routine without dying. It was always abusive parents, the hell they call school, counseling, and then guess what? It starts ALL over again. Oops, I forgot, footsteps, focus Frank, focus. My door slammed open crashing against my wall and echoing through my small room, "Get your filthy ass out of bed, time for you to leave!" He chuckled as he slurred his words. I noticed him draw his right hand to his lips through the tunnel of light the fold of my pillow had created. I blinked and realized he was drinking, his breath slivered through the air, I smelt the full stench of my stepfather, confirming that inhaling a deep breath at the moment was not my best option. I stayed quiet and burrowed my face further into the soft pillow so my vision was transferred to black, my grip tightened on the sheets as I felt a pain piercing on my lower leg, which was covered by a blanket. I tiredly tilted my head back to see what had happened. I caught the glimpse of the silvery bottle just as it rolled of the foot of my bed. I grunted and fell back into my pillow, pulling the covers over my head, hoping he would leave. I had never been happier to hear footsteps at that moment.
I rolled onto my feet and stretched my arms above my head, the stench of alcohol had not yet left my room, although I was trying my best to ignore it. I then forced myself to get ready, I put on my normal clothing, dark skinny jeans and a dark black t-shirt. I tilted down to read the letters in spray-paint that were printed on the front of the shirt, "Fun Ghoul" my mother had given me this shirt just before she had left. I pulled the memory back from the past and remembered she had told me it was from an old friend. I didn't try to look further into the details, it is just a shirt after all. I lifted my window open (living on a ground floor) and stumbled my way out into my backyard. It is common for me to take this exit, doing this in an effort to avoid any unwanted faces by taking the front door.

The walk to school might have been short, that is if I were awake, but the pace consisting of me being tired was followed by an unsteady limp. Although I did make it to the doors of the hell in one piece, score one. Shortly after the door had opened my dull colored eyes shot to the floor, its better to stay away from any extra attention, right? The pace I was walking was awakened by occasional trips and shoves, allowing me to walk faster. I reached my first period without someone stepping on my heels, score two. I slid into my seat in the back of the room and scanned the faces in the room, getting a disgusted glare from just about every other face. I looked down at my desk and shoved headphones into my ears, scrolling through my playlist hoping something would just block me out from everything, I just need a song to be playing before someone t-…. great. My vision was one the floor but I noticed black converse scooting into the seat next to me, nobody sits back here, why change now? I shrugged and was just about to pick a song when the smoky voice started to speak, "Mind if I sit here?" My body cringed as the strange words slipped from the stranger's lips. I looked up with anger in my eyes, my emotion shifted as I bit my lip. He was tall, and had long hair like my own, his color a brilliant red. I looked into his eyes, they were dull, but they somehow attracted me. I noticed his clothing was quite similar to mine, added by fingerless gloves over his hands. I blinked and stripped the headphones from my ears and flicked my thumb on the bottom of the desk nervously, "Y-yes!" God Frank stop being a desperate fag. My eyes narrowed slightly at my stupidity and then looked down at my desk, "I mean, sure. I don't care." I play things off pretty well, I think he suspects nothing….why am I such a dweeb?
He chuckled and glanced down at his own desk, I saw his hand flicking around the paper, pencil in hand. I leaned back in my chair trying to get a better sight of what he was doing. Then, all I felt was my head smashing against the floor, a blur of red hovered over me, brilliant red. I rubbed my tired eyes and felt my face get hot. Why do I have to fall for guys like him? Why does he have to be here? "Are you okay?" His hands gripped tightly onto mine, noticing his eyes were slightly urgent as if he had known me his whole life and I just got hit by a bus or something. Then I remembered, we're in school, great, here comes the dozens of eyes stuck on me, again. I kept my eyes away from his and pushed his hands away and mumbled, "I'm fine!"
Finally class had ended, I shoved out the door way and quickly walked passed the small crowds of students. I felt the hand of someone on my shoulder, smooth gloved hands, and the footsteps of someone pacing behind me, trying to catch up. Footsteps, damn I hate footsteps.

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