New state, new town, new beginning...
Freak
Loser
Weirdo
Mutant
Reject
That’s all I ever heard growing up when I found out that I had gifts as my grandmother liked to call them. I hated them, my ability’s or whatever the crap they were. They were a curse; a punishment for something that I did wrong and had no knowledge of.
But all that was in the past now, I didn’t have to worry about what people would say, think or do for that matter. I was in a new town, fuck I was in a new state, thousands of miles away from friends, family or anyone who knew who or what I was.
It might feel lonely to someone but for me it was just what I was looking for.
“Yo, watch out!” I heard someone yell and I got shocked out of my thoughts just in time to duck a flying football. I watched as it whizzed by my head and missed me by inches.
I turned around and glared at the muscular boy that came up to me. “Do you fuckin’ mind?” I snapped as I picked up my bag out of the trunk of my car and slinging it over my shoulder. He just shook his head like he couldn’t believe the language I was speaking. I’m from New York what do you expect; tea and cake? Screw that shit.
I sighed and picked up a few other things that were in the car and turned towards my dorm, looking up I saw the sign. Stevenson. Ohhh how proper. I rolled my eyes and headed up the stairs.
A few students attacked me as I walked, they shoved papers in my face for party’s and special clubs. I took them all and leaned against the door to my room, pulling out my keys I kicked the door open with my foot and put my bags down on the end. “Not too bad.” I looked down at the papers I was handed. “Crap, keep, junk, trash, as fuckin’ if, oh this looks promising, keep, keep, no way in hell.” I started sorting them and keeping anything that looked like a fun party and tossed all the goodie shit in the trash.
It took me nearly an hour and a half to get everything from my car up to the room, my roommate still hadn’t shown up but that was fine with me. That just gave me more time to go and stake claim to whatever I wanted; my side of the room, my choice of desks. It all worked out for the best, for me that is.
I had everything set up and nice, how I wanted it, it was nice for a change. I heard my cell phone ring and I groaned. “So not in the mood.” I picked it up, not bothering to look at the number. “Hello?”
“Chance? Sweetie it’s me.”
“Hi grandma.” I blinked and rolled my eyes as I sat on the bed. Here we go, another five-hour conversation about keeping my ‘freak’ under control and not telling anyone about me, blah blah blah.
“How are you? Did you settle in ok?”
“I’m good, tired but good. Yes, I’m getting settled in ok.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that. Have you met anyone? Did you tell them about the thing” She whispered the last part into the phone like it was some dirty secret or something she shouldn’t be talking about.
“No.” I said flatly. “I don’t plan on it either. I have my shots and I’m going to start out normal here.”
“Good, you know I love you and I only want what’s best for you.” Yeah, uh hu, sure.
Why did everyone else think they knew what was best for me? Meanwhile my opinions never counted…
After a nearly two and a half-hour phone call I managed to get off the phone. Who else but me would be thankful for a cell phone battery dying? Anyone else who has talked to someone in my family, that’s who.
I was putting a shelf up when I felt it. That feeling I got when the drugs wore off. “No, not gonna happen. No fuckin’ way.” I felt myself start to shake and I tried to take deep breaths and not flip out. Flipping out only make things worse.
I got over to my bed and fell to the floor, reaching under I pulled out my bag and searched for my little black bag. “Where the fuck is it.” I grunted and turned my bag over and dumped everything onto the floor, not caring at the moment, as I searched. “Finally.”
I found the little bag and with shaking hands I managed to get out the needle and the bottle with the mix. I slowly filled the needle with the red colored liquid. Without bothering to use alcohol I jabbed the needle into my upper arm and sat back, waiting for the drug to take effect.
As long as I kept this hidden, I could finally relax and be normal. Nobody was ever going to find out about this; not if I had my way. That’s what’s best for me.
Loser
Weirdo
Mutant
Reject
That’s all I ever heard growing up when I found out that I had gifts as my grandmother liked to call them. I hated them, my ability’s or whatever the crap they were. They were a curse; a punishment for something that I did wrong and had no knowledge of.
But all that was in the past now, I didn’t have to worry about what people would say, think or do for that matter. I was in a new town, fuck I was in a new state, thousands of miles away from friends, family or anyone who knew who or what I was.
It might feel lonely to someone but for me it was just what I was looking for.
“Yo, watch out!” I heard someone yell and I got shocked out of my thoughts just in time to duck a flying football. I watched as it whizzed by my head and missed me by inches.
I turned around and glared at the muscular boy that came up to me. “Do you fuckin’ mind?” I snapped as I picked up my bag out of the trunk of my car and slinging it over my shoulder. He just shook his head like he couldn’t believe the language I was speaking. I’m from New York what do you expect; tea and cake? Screw that shit.
I sighed and picked up a few other things that were in the car and turned towards my dorm, looking up I saw the sign. Stevenson. Ohhh how proper. I rolled my eyes and headed up the stairs.
A few students attacked me as I walked, they shoved papers in my face for party’s and special clubs. I took them all and leaned against the door to my room, pulling out my keys I kicked the door open with my foot and put my bags down on the end. “Not too bad.” I looked down at the papers I was handed. “Crap, keep, junk, trash, as fuckin’ if, oh this looks promising, keep, keep, no way in hell.” I started sorting them and keeping anything that looked like a fun party and tossed all the goodie shit in the trash.
It took me nearly an hour and a half to get everything from my car up to the room, my roommate still hadn’t shown up but that was fine with me. That just gave me more time to go and stake claim to whatever I wanted; my side of the room, my choice of desks. It all worked out for the best, for me that is.
I had everything set up and nice, how I wanted it, it was nice for a change. I heard my cell phone ring and I groaned. “So not in the mood.” I picked it up, not bothering to look at the number. “Hello?”
“Chance? Sweetie it’s me.”
“Hi grandma.” I blinked and rolled my eyes as I sat on the bed. Here we go, another five-hour conversation about keeping my ‘freak’ under control and not telling anyone about me, blah blah blah.
“How are you? Did you settle in ok?”
“I’m good, tired but good. Yes, I’m getting settled in ok.”
“Good, I’m glad to hear that. Have you met anyone? Did you tell them about the thing” She whispered the last part into the phone like it was some dirty secret or something she shouldn’t be talking about.
“No.” I said flatly. “I don’t plan on it either. I have my shots and I’m going to start out normal here.”
“Good, you know I love you and I only want what’s best for you.” Yeah, uh hu, sure.
Why did everyone else think they knew what was best for me? Meanwhile my opinions never counted…
After a nearly two and a half-hour phone call I managed to get off the phone. Who else but me would be thankful for a cell phone battery dying? Anyone else who has talked to someone in my family, that’s who.
I was putting a shelf up when I felt it. That feeling I got when the drugs wore off. “No, not gonna happen. No fuckin’ way.” I felt myself start to shake and I tried to take deep breaths and not flip out. Flipping out only make things worse.
I got over to my bed and fell to the floor, reaching under I pulled out my bag and searched for my little black bag. “Where the fuck is it.” I grunted and turned my bag over and dumped everything onto the floor, not caring at the moment, as I searched. “Finally.”
I found the little bag and with shaking hands I managed to get out the needle and the bottle with the mix. I slowly filled the needle with the red colored liquid. Without bothering to use alcohol I jabbed the needle into my upper arm and sat back, waiting for the drug to take effect.
As long as I kept this hidden, I could finally relax and be normal. Nobody was ever going to find out about this; not if I had my way. That’s what’s best for me.