Just be Quiet

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
He loves school, he has almost no friends. His mother does not respect him. But what he has planned today will change that. You may think you know what is going on, but you have no idea!

Submitted: December 22, 2008

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Submitted: December 22, 2008

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As I peered across my fellow classmates, a small square room with only twelve students wearing different shades of colors,I saw the slight bitter faces drawing up quick smiles with only 5 minutes left of class. Looking in my bag purposely, Goosebumps instantly relieve my tense body into waves of happiness. I noticed a smile forming on my unshaved face, “so this is what it feels like to be like everyone else”, I thought. Now my eyes were wondering around the classroom from my vanilla skyscraper Twizzler teacher to Jen the popular and smart girl to the fat kid.The bell rang; there was no turning back now I thought.
As I walk the noisy, stuffed hallway, realizing everybody overjoyed and pronouncing things they are going to do over the weekend. My fat, overgrown body flings open the door, light brown hair bouncing back in forth. I listen again to the environment for the last time, birds’ singing, busses heavily loading with kids, and a car honking insanely. Might be some horrible, rude, pissed and stupid parent, I thought, while walking toward it and getting inside.
The moment I enter the car my mother, a selfish, self center crack whore who was wearing a 70’s grandma looking dress started bursting out. I just listened and thought “what is it this time”.“What the hell is your problem, do you have any desire to make anyone happy? Why in the world took you so long to come outside?” I just sat silently like I do usually. “ I I I mean if you had any respect you would be out here a minute ago!” I guess I left the house without closing the door hard enough and also I need to go outside more often to get some air. Finally we reach home, a slight relieve. As I walk downstairs to my enormous room, I hear my mom complying about something.
Supposedly my mom was yelling and screaming my name to go outside, she entered my room happily knowing she had another reason to yell at me, but right when she entered, she knew something was wrong. She found me lying in bed with the covers. “What have you done? What are you doing?” she screamed as before, so I thought. She ran to the bed and uncovers the sheets to find me Laying with a red hat on. Not knowing what she was saying, but knew she was saying something like “You little devil child, why in heck are you in bed and not answering my questions? You think you are cool now? HUH?” Did she say all those things? Well I don’t know, I could not make out those things. I was in so much pain.
Finally after the yelling I felt more pain, but not in my head where it was present. As I looked down, my mother was launching shots towards my leg. The punching and kicking and the constant yelling was nothing compared to the pain in my head, mostly in my ears. It was like someone burning up my head and then chewing it up and then feeding it to their infant child. Finally after many great body shots my mother gave me, she pinched something on the floor. It was peaking out just a little bit, but my mom managed to get it under the bed and then the next moment she gave out a roar rather then her regular screams. At this point I was in so much pain and focusing out of what was happening, I thought to myself for one last time. Was this a great idea? I think I made my point, how can I just go back? But there was no going back as my mother ran upstairs with the power drill, blood dripping.
A few seconds later followed by me. Screaming in pain, it felt good I thought, no wonder my mother does it. I see her on the phone walking toward me and for the first time, silent. She slowly pulled my hoody off, which seemed like a wet rag, after observing my head which looked like a spilled gallons of paint on it. She finally saw my poorly done taping skills. To me I succeed, but it would come with a huge loss!


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