Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the snooze push on my alarm clock. He was so pall because he had been doing thirty hr a workweek at piece of work lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his house life-time. Add in shoal and the homework that came along with it and it was midnight or later by the metre he got to bed."Who invented these affair anyway ? ”, he thought as he climbed out of bed.

Showered and dressed, he went downstairs to get some breakfast."Hi Jess ”, his comrade and baby said to him, almost in unison."Hi ”, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to brush his tooth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his mother 's room and said"unspoiled morning"to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he was n't surely. He had become so distant, there was no real connection left."Probably just out of substance abuse ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother goodbye and then left with his chum for school.

In the car, he and his comrade 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 mutual these days. They had unlike friends, Luke being more of a social butterfly ; different tastes in euphony, Jess listened to more hard metal and tilt, while St. Luke was more into the pop euphony scene ; etc ... Once they got to school, that was it. The car ride there was the most fourth dimension they spent with each former in a day and whichever one was n't driving that day just stared at their telephone the total ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to school. eminent School had never been"as promote"to Jess. He was a loner, an outcast. He had not even a handful of champion, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling More and more depressed, his thoughts sometimes turning to suicide. base life was ... well it was n't a home anymore ...

"commodity morning Mr. knight ”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer."break of day ”, Jess replied back. He took his seat and started on the homework he did n't finish lowest night. mathematics was a particularly heavily matter for Jess. He was just one bad grade away from failing the matter for the semester, but at this point that was the last matter on his thinker. Staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of him, his mind started to drift."What am I even doing here ? I have no intention, no desire, no happiness. If I decided to just run away today, will anyone precaution ? testament my parents notice if I 'm not there ?"The bell for the end of homeroom rang, jolting him back into cognisance."shit 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 pal was in ROTC and stayed for after-school activities ), his ft to the trading floor and the radio blaring. music had become Jess'only reprieve from his life and he was retreating into it Sir Thomas More and more, barely paying care to anything else. music made him experience hefty, made him feel like he had a reason to live. It seemed that the lyric of the Song dynasty on the radio spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him feel happy that somebody, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his body of work uniform, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, dark brown hair, electric blue oculus, was about six understructure marvelous, and had slim trunk. The individual staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it was n't him. The oculus of the mortal in the mirror looked so desolate and vacuous it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the visible radiation and headed to work.

At work that Nox, he just floated aimlessly through the evening, barely engaging the customers, just wanting the night to end so that he could go home and nap. Sleep, the one thing and one metre of the day when he did n't finger vacuous, lifeless. When did n't experience anything but peace. The next day was Saturday and he did n't make to go to mould or school so he could slumber all through the night and well into the morning.

Opening the threshold to his house after piece of work, 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 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 Spam, but then Jess saw the e-mail. John Wesley had responded to him ! Jess read the electronic mail, then shut off his computer and got into bed. Falling asleep, he smiled to himself, feeling some small sense of hope.


critique welcome. Like I said, let me know if I should continue .