Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the snooze button on my warning signal clock. He was so tired because he had been doing xxx hours a week at work lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his home lifespan. Add in school and the homework that came along with it and it was midnight or later by the time he got to bed."Who invented these things anyway ? ”, he thought as he climbed out of bed.

Showered and dressed, he went downstairs to get some breakfast."Hi Jess ”, his blood brother and sister said to him, almost in unison."Hi ”, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstair to sweep his teeth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his mother 's room and said"good morning"to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he was n't certainly. He had become so upstage, there was no substantial connection left."Probably just out of use ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother goodbye and then left with his brother for school.

In the car, he and his brother did n't talk much. It was n't that they did n't like each other, but Jess and Luke had very little in vernacular these daylight. They had different protagonist, St. Luke being more of a social butterfly ; different sense of taste in euphony, Jess listened to more gruelling metal and Rock, while Luke was more into the pop medicine shot ; etc ... Once they got to school, that was it. The car ride there was the most time they spent with each other in a day and whichever one was n't driving that day just stared at their phone the intact ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to school day. High School had never been"as advertised"to Jess. He was a lone hand, an outcast. He had not even a handful of friends, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling more and more down in the mouth, his persuasion sometimes turning to suicide. Home life was ... well it was n't a base anymore ...

"goodness morning Mr. Knight ”, said his home room teacher, Mr. Toer."dayspring ”, Jess replied back. He took his tail and started on the prep he did n't finish last night. maths was a particularly strong discipline for Jess. He was just one bad grade away from failing the guinea pig for the semester, but at this gunpoint that was the last thing on his brain. Staring at the blank sheet of theme in front end of him, his thinker started to wander."What am I even doing here ? I have no purpose, no desire, no felicity. If I decided to just run away today, will anyone care ? will my parents notice if I 'm not there ?"The bell for the end of home room rang, jolting him back into consciousness."tinker's damn it ”, he thought, realizing he had n't done a single problem.

When the Bell rang at 3:05, he was already driving away from school ( his brother was in Reserve Officers Training Corps and stayed for after-school activities ), his animal foot to the story and the radio blaring. Music had become Jess'only reprieve from his life and he was retreating into it more and more, barely paying attending to anything else. Music made him feel powerful, made him feel like he had a reason to live. It seemed that the lyric of the song on the radiocommunication spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him finger happy that soul, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his study uniform, he took a looking at at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, dark brown pilus, galvanizing gentle eyes, was about six feet tall, and had slim body. The person staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it was n't him. The optic of the someone in the mirror looked so desolate and empty it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the light and headed to work.

At work that night, he just floated aimlessly through the evening, barely engaging the client, just wanting the Nox to end so that he could go home and eternal sleep. Sleep, the one matter and one sentence of the day when he did n't feel hollow, lifeless. When did n't find anything but peace. The future day was Saturday and he did n't take to go to work or school so he could sleep all through the night and well into the good morning.

Opening the door to his house after workplace, Jess got a lukewarm"Hi"from his parents. The kind of"hi"that you say out of politeness, not because you actually meant it. He replied back, asked if anyone had made dinner party that night, and then went to his elbow room. Turning on his computer, he checked his e-mail. As usual, it was just a bunch of junk e-mail, but then Jess saw the electronic mail. Wesley had responded to him ! Jess read the e-mail, then shut off his computer and got into bed. Falling asleep, he smiled to himself, feeling some small sensory faculty of hope.


Criticism welcome. Like I said, let me know if I should retain .