He just wished that she could say something nice every once in a while, but every time she said something it always followed the same basic format. She'd ask a stupid question and then she'd complain about something. She didn't understand that he also had feelings, she just kept whining about stupid shit. This made him sad. She was breaking him down into pieces, but it wasn't so he could be rebuilt again, her very purpose was to keep him in the dust.
He had attended school that day, but only for a short while. His head was aching terribly so he had to leave after the second period. But he had already promised he'd come in for work that day so he still wasn't finished. The boy went home and slept for a while in preparation for work, but still his head kept aching tremendously.
There wasn't much going through his head that day.. Except for the pain.
tisdag 13 september 2011
måndag 5 september 2011
Chapter #1
This is the story of a boy who hated to be alone.
He started off this ordinary day like any other day, except for one thing.. He was awoken by his friend who was sleeping next to him. Rather early at that, but the friend only woke up so that he could leave, because unlike this boy he had school to go to. Soon after the friend had left, the boy felt that he should atleast try to stay awake, but his eyes simply wouldn't listen to his thoughts and shortly after he fell asleep and woke up a few hours later.
After fully waking up he left his room to make breakfast, but what this boy calls ”breakfast” could hardly be called breakfast in the eyes of any other man. The boy drank his half filled cup of hot chocolate. He spent a few hours watching what had appeared in his youtube subscription box and he was entertained for a while. But it struck him that he had work to finish for school. Even though the due date was at a much later time, it would have been ideal for him to finish it earlier so that he could relax at later lessons in the subject (Which was history by the way)
The boy tied his Red Converse shoes with the black shoelaces and stepped out of the apartment. It was not long before he was outside the house and on his way to the nearest store to recycle some bottles and make a bit of small change on the side. He bought two cans of soda for the money he got and left the store. After leaving the store he started ambling towards his fathers house, he had to go there to copy down a part of his family tree for the history assignment. To his surprise, no one was at home in his fathers apartment, usually there would always be someone there.
He had brought paper to copy the tree with but had no idea just how big it was. He quickly came up with the idea to take segmented photos of the document and then refine them in an image editing software later on. Said and done, he had taken several photos of different parts of the tree.
He strolled aimlessly around the apartment not knowing what to do, but he knew he had to leave the apartment at one point or another, he just couldn't find the willpower to actually pick up his bag and leave. It took him atleast another 10 minutes before he actually left.
Once outside again he decided to just go for a stroll down to the city, he pushed the pink headphones deeper into his ears to block out the sounds around him. He still had some change left after the soda he bought so he passed by a small store and bought an energy drink, it was not before long that he had already gulped down the entire thing. Constant thoughts kept appearing in his mind.
He was thinking a lot about school and about a certain girl, his mind couldn't get off that girl. The boy thought back to his younger days when girls weren't a problem and he could focus all his energy on what was fun in life. But now he had been cursed with love and it was inescapable, the boy didn't hate love however, he was actually in love with the idea of love. But he knew it was destroying him from the inside. He kept strolling down the crowded streets with music in his ears. Songs about love, songs about hate. He was never quite good at keeping his emotions in check. Some might even say he was a bit psychotic, but the outside eyes watching him never knew just what was going on in his mind. In fact, the boy himself was never really sure of what was going on in his own mind.
Finally arriving at the central subway station, he decided that he was far too lazy to walk back home. So he took the train, once he arrived at his home apartment he flipped open his laptop and started writing...
”This is the story of a boy who hated to be alone...”
He started off this ordinary day like any other day, except for one thing.. He was awoken by his friend who was sleeping next to him. Rather early at that, but the friend only woke up so that he could leave, because unlike this boy he had school to go to. Soon after the friend had left, the boy felt that he should atleast try to stay awake, but his eyes simply wouldn't listen to his thoughts and shortly after he fell asleep and woke up a few hours later.
After fully waking up he left his room to make breakfast, but what this boy calls ”breakfast” could hardly be called breakfast in the eyes of any other man. The boy drank his half filled cup of hot chocolate. He spent a few hours watching what had appeared in his youtube subscription box and he was entertained for a while. But it struck him that he had work to finish for school. Even though the due date was at a much later time, it would have been ideal for him to finish it earlier so that he could relax at later lessons in the subject (Which was history by the way)
The boy tied his Red Converse shoes with the black shoelaces and stepped out of the apartment. It was not long before he was outside the house and on his way to the nearest store to recycle some bottles and make a bit of small change on the side. He bought two cans of soda for the money he got and left the store. After leaving the store he started ambling towards his fathers house, he had to go there to copy down a part of his family tree for the history assignment. To his surprise, no one was at home in his fathers apartment, usually there would always be someone there.
He had brought paper to copy the tree with but had no idea just how big it was. He quickly came up with the idea to take segmented photos of the document and then refine them in an image editing software later on. Said and done, he had taken several photos of different parts of the tree.
He strolled aimlessly around the apartment not knowing what to do, but he knew he had to leave the apartment at one point or another, he just couldn't find the willpower to actually pick up his bag and leave. It took him atleast another 10 minutes before he actually left.
Once outside again he decided to just go for a stroll down to the city, he pushed the pink headphones deeper into his ears to block out the sounds around him. He still had some change left after the soda he bought so he passed by a small store and bought an energy drink, it was not before long that he had already gulped down the entire thing. Constant thoughts kept appearing in his mind.
He was thinking a lot about school and about a certain girl, his mind couldn't get off that girl. The boy thought back to his younger days when girls weren't a problem and he could focus all his energy on what was fun in life. But now he had been cursed with love and it was inescapable, the boy didn't hate love however, he was actually in love with the idea of love. But he knew it was destroying him from the inside. He kept strolling down the crowded streets with music in his ears. Songs about love, songs about hate. He was never quite good at keeping his emotions in check. Some might even say he was a bit psychotic, but the outside eyes watching him never knew just what was going on in his mind. In fact, the boy himself was never really sure of what was going on in his own mind.
Finally arriving at the central subway station, he decided that he was far too lazy to walk back home. So he took the train, once he arrived at his home apartment he flipped open his laptop and started writing...
”This is the story of a boy who hated to be alone...”
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