Jilted generation

So that was my plan, when my dad got back home I'd talk to him. I'd talk to him properly. I decided that I'd show him this book. Explain that it was part of my recovery. I might even let him read a few chapters. Might. The strange dead girl kept appearing and disappearing but she hung around Gerard's room for some reason. I'd been a complete jerk to my dad and had pushed him away too many times, he was only trying to help, after all. I'd tell him that the book was a good idea. Was Abby's idea. I could ring Abby, I thought to myself. I was about to but then I heard a tap tap at the door. I looked to the clock. The hands read 3:00. Thats weird dad was back almost an hour early. But still, that was another hour to explain my actions (and his to me) to him. I ran down the stairs, almost falling on my face as my legs couldn't keep up with me.

"Coming dad!" I yelled, reaching for the keys. I realised that I only had one working hand so placed the book on the cupboard.
"Im so sorry for what I said!" I shouted through the glass.
After a few attempts I managed to get the key in the lock and I ripped open the door to see him stood there.
Him.
Not my dad.
Not dad.
Definitely not him.
No.
There was more than one person.
Three.
Four.
Five people.
None of them dad.
None of them mum.
No.
But I defiantly recognised one of them.
Mathew...

"Oh sh*t!!" I yelled as he fixed his eyes on me. There was five of them. Some from school, some not. All taller and stronger than me. But were they faster?
I backed away slowly as Mathew took a step towards me. Light was bouncing off a glimpse of something shiny that he hid in his pocket. As he grew nearer he removed his hand from the pocket and pointed the knife towards my throat.
"Why hello there Mikey!" He grinned.
I didn't know what to do! I just followed my instinct! Went with my gut! That's what I did!

I snatched the book off the cupboard and fled up the stairs. I didn't have chance to look back at the five kids streaming up the stairs after me, waving their weapons in the air. But I didn't need to. I could hear their shouts and footsteps all too well as they caught me up. I reached the landing and dived for the nearest room. Gerard's.
I slammed the door shut behind me and I could feel the punches against the other side of the door pierce through my body.

"Oi! Mikey! Let us in you fat c*nt!" I heard one boy call out as he smashed himself against the door. I ran over to Gerard's bed and tried to move it. It took a lot of hard work and most of my energy but I eventually managed to slide it in front of the door. Then I moved the cupboards and piled on chairs and lamps and anything that I could find that might keep them out. It wouldn't hold for long. I was sure that they'd break through. They'd never give up. Never give up on seeing me dead. The only thing left was the desk, but that was too heavy.

"We'll kill you Mikey! We ain't afraid! We'll put holes through your worthless f*cking chest!" Someone else shouted.

I started to panic. My breathe quickened and I ran towards the window. I flung the window open and shouted for help desperately.
"Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to take in breaths in between.
"The clouds won't hear your f*cking prayers, Mikey!!!"
"Let us in! We won't hurt you!"
"Can I skip with his intestines after I rip them out of his body?!"

I didn't know what to do. What would you do? No phone, no help, no nothing...
I curled up in the corner, letting a tear drip onto the floor. Would anything stop them? Or was this just inevitable?
And in that moment I thought of Quinn. Had she been around and not abandoned me then I wouldn't have been in this mess.

Notes

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