Chapter 1 - Untitled Story
Nothing in my life ever went as I had hoped. When I'd want to go right, I would always be forced to the left. So when I finally got the courage to ask Sarah Parthon to go to the prom with me, I wasn't the least bit surprised when she rejected me, laughing in my face like I was nothing but a big joke. I wasn't surprised, but I was still hurt and angry. So with no date, my very soul crushed, and my anger at a boiling point, I went to the only place that calmed me down and comforted me. The only place I could go and not feel like a worthless nobody.
My uncle had a few acres of undeveloped back-country woods that I could roam around in often, as I loved nature and it was a place I could get away from my problems, and I had one day stumbled across a large ravine cutting the tranquil forest into two halves, deep in the furthest end of the property. I am not even sure if anyone but me knew of the ravine, and even when I found it I almost fell as I wasn't expecting it. However since then I have found solace in this spot. It's beauty was breath taking and the forest sounds; the birds chirping, the leaves rustling in the breeze, and the faint sound of rushing water from the bottom of the gorge calmed me in ways that nothing else could.
I sat on the edge of the cliff, my legs dangling, while I stared down the side, lost in thought. I was thinking about how much I wanted to leave everything I've ever known behind. How I wanted so badly to finally have revenge on those who hurt me and treated me like nothing. About how I knew I was destined for something great. I wasn't at all sure what greatness I would achieve, but I knew that one day I would do something spectacular. Something that no one else has ever done, or will ever do again. My concentration was broken, however, when the distinct sound of snapping twigs and the rustle of the underbrush came from behind me, and I snapped my head back to see what it was.
"Hey, Terry, look who it is!" I recognized the voice immediately. Charles Spitz, one of the dumbest yet somehow most popular meatheaded asshole in my school. He caused me nothing but misery and I was starting to believe his sole purpose in life was to torment me.
"Fucking fag boy! Who're you gonna ask out to the prom, queer? Me or Charlie?" Charles' faithful lackey, who was never too far away from his fearless leader said as both boys stepped out to where I could see them, laughing hysterically. I stood up, and turned to face them, anger flashing in my eyes; this was MY get away and these two fucking assholes found it? They weren't even allowed here, they were trespassing on my uncle's property.
"Just leave me the Hell alone you fucking jackals. I am not in the mood for your bullshit, and you're trespassing on private property." I said as I started to walk home. I didn't get far though, as when I passed them, Terry tripped while Charles simultaneously delivered a sucker punch to my gut. I barreled over in pain, hitting my head against a rock. I tried to rise but Terry quickly put a foot on my back keeping me on my knees. I saw my blood on the rock I hit and felt the warm trickle of blood down from my forehead to my chin.
"Now, now... We only want to TALK!" Charles grunted the last word as his kicked me in the ribs, dropping me to my stomach once again and laughed as I fell. Terry also laughed and I could feel his weight shift from my back as he shook with laughter. I gritted my teeth with rage and was finally pushed over the edge. I would not be taking their shit today or any other day, I thought to myself as I grabbed the blood stained rock and forced myself to my feet, causing Terry to lose his balance and fall over, I swung the rock in my hand as hard I could toward Charles and managed to deliver a crushing blow to his temple. There was a sickening crack, he gasped sharply, and then slumped to the ground, motionless. Terry scrambled to his feet and stood there staring at Charles', his eyes and mouth open with a strange mix of surprise and humor. It was obvious by looking at him that he was dead. He was dead, and I had killed him.
"You... You killed him... You fucking killed him! You're fucking DEAD! Do you hear me?! I'm going to fucking end you!" Terry screamed at me, brandishing a knife and taking a few steps back as I swung toward him, my rock in hand. I probably looked like a crazy person; a bloody rock in my hand, while blood trickled down my own face and the anger that I knew had to have been in my eyes. In a way I was crazy, I had to have been because what happened next was the stupidest thing I had ever done in my life, and I had just killed someone. Terry shifted his weight to his left foot, which he had behind him and I just charged. He swung, barely nicking my shoulder as I tackled him and sent us both over the edge of the ravine. In my adrenaline blinded rage, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and had forgotten about the ravine entirely. While we fell, helplessly to our deaths, Terry cried and screamed for help that would never come while I simply closed my eyes and accepted my fate with dignity.
Part of me was relieved that soon it would be over. I would never again be tormented by people who didn't understand me or even try to, I would never be rejected by someone I loved, and I would never have to live in a world which I detested again. If I had only knew what death entailed though, I probably would have never gone to the ravine that day, for I now know that what I had thought death to be couldn't possibly be further from the very truth of the matter. And so we hit the ground below with tremendous force and it was over. We were dead. However, death is only the beginning of my tale.
My uncle had a few acres of undeveloped back-country woods that I could roam around in often, as I loved nature and it was a place I could get away from my problems, and I had one day stumbled across a large ravine cutting the tranquil forest into two halves, deep in the furthest end of the property. I am not even sure if anyone but me knew of the ravine, and even when I found it I almost fell as I wasn't expecting it. However since then I have found solace in this spot. It's beauty was breath taking and the forest sounds; the birds chirping, the leaves rustling in the breeze, and the faint sound of rushing water from the bottom of the gorge calmed me in ways that nothing else could.
I sat on the edge of the cliff, my legs dangling, while I stared down the side, lost in thought. I was thinking about how much I wanted to leave everything I've ever known behind. How I wanted so badly to finally have revenge on those who hurt me and treated me like nothing. About how I knew I was destined for something great. I wasn't at all sure what greatness I would achieve, but I knew that one day I would do something spectacular. Something that no one else has ever done, or will ever do again. My concentration was broken, however, when the distinct sound of snapping twigs and the rustle of the underbrush came from behind me, and I snapped my head back to see what it was.
"Hey, Terry, look who it is!" I recognized the voice immediately. Charles Spitz, one of the dumbest yet somehow most popular meatheaded asshole in my school. He caused me nothing but misery and I was starting to believe his sole purpose in life was to torment me.
"Fucking fag boy! Who're you gonna ask out to the prom, queer? Me or Charlie?" Charles' faithful lackey, who was never too far away from his fearless leader said as both boys stepped out to where I could see them, laughing hysterically. I stood up, and turned to face them, anger flashing in my eyes; this was MY get away and these two fucking assholes found it? They weren't even allowed here, they were trespassing on my uncle's property.
"Just leave me the Hell alone you fucking jackals. I am not in the mood for your bullshit, and you're trespassing on private property." I said as I started to walk home. I didn't get far though, as when I passed them, Terry tripped while Charles simultaneously delivered a sucker punch to my gut. I barreled over in pain, hitting my head against a rock. I tried to rise but Terry quickly put a foot on my back keeping me on my knees. I saw my blood on the rock I hit and felt the warm trickle of blood down from my forehead to my chin.
"Now, now... We only want to TALK!" Charles grunted the last word as his kicked me in the ribs, dropping me to my stomach once again and laughed as I fell. Terry also laughed and I could feel his weight shift from my back as he shook with laughter. I gritted my teeth with rage and was finally pushed over the edge. I would not be taking their shit today or any other day, I thought to myself as I grabbed the blood stained rock and forced myself to my feet, causing Terry to lose his balance and fall over, I swung the rock in my hand as hard I could toward Charles and managed to deliver a crushing blow to his temple. There was a sickening crack, he gasped sharply, and then slumped to the ground, motionless. Terry scrambled to his feet and stood there staring at Charles', his eyes and mouth open with a strange mix of surprise and humor. It was obvious by looking at him that he was dead. He was dead, and I had killed him.
"You... You killed him... You fucking killed him! You're fucking DEAD! Do you hear me?! I'm going to fucking end you!" Terry screamed at me, brandishing a knife and taking a few steps back as I swung toward him, my rock in hand. I probably looked like a crazy person; a bloody rock in my hand, while blood trickled down my own face and the anger that I knew had to have been in my eyes. In a way I was crazy, I had to have been because what happened next was the stupidest thing I had ever done in my life, and I had just killed someone. Terry shifted his weight to his left foot, which he had behind him and I just charged. He swung, barely nicking my shoulder as I tackled him and sent us both over the edge of the ravine. In my adrenaline blinded rage, I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings and had forgotten about the ravine entirely. While we fell, helplessly to our deaths, Terry cried and screamed for help that would never come while I simply closed my eyes and accepted my fate with dignity.
Part of me was relieved that soon it would be over. I would never again be tormented by people who didn't understand me or even try to, I would never be rejected by someone I loved, and I would never have to live in a world which I detested again. If I had only knew what death entailed though, I probably would have never gone to the ravine that day, for I now know that what I had thought death to be couldn't possibly be further from the very truth of the matter. And so we hit the ground below with tremendous force and it was over. We were dead. However, death is only the beginning of my tale.