Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the drowse clitoris on my alert clock. He was so fag out because he had been doing thirty hr a calendar week at study lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his home life. Add in shoal 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 brother and sister said to him, almost in unison."Hi ”, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs 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 aurora"to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he was n't sure. He had become so remote, there was no real connection left."Probably just out of habit ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother goodby and then left with his Brother for school.

In the car, he and his pal did n't babble much. It was n't that they did n't like each other, but Jess and Luke had very little in common these days. They had different friends, Gospel of Luke being more of a social butterfly ; different gustatory perception in music, Jess listened to more gravid metal and Rock, while Luke was more into the pop euphony panorama ; etc ... Once they got to school day, that was it. The car ride there was the most clock 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. High School had never been"as advertised"to Jess. He was a loner, an castaway. He had not even a handful of friends, everyone knew everyone, but that was about it. Recently he had been feeling more and more depressed, his thinking sometimes turning to suicide. plate life was ... well it was n't a base anymore ...

"goodness aurora Mr. Knight ”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer."cockcrow ”, Jess replied back. He took his seat and started on the homework he did n't finish finally Night. Math was a particularly hard issue for Jess. He was just one bad grade away from failing the subject for the semester, but at this point that was the last matter on his mind. Staring at the blank sheet of paper in front of him, his brain 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 Alexander Graham Bell for the end of home room rang, jolting him back into consciousness."shit it ”, he thought, realizing he had n't done a single problem.

When the Alexander Graham Bell rang at 3:05, he was already driving away from schooling ( his brother was in ROTC and stayed for after-school activities ), his foot to the trading floor and the radio blaring. Music had become Jess'only reprieve from his lifetime and he was retreating into it more and more, barely paying attention to anything else. Music made him experience powerful, made him find like he had a cause to be. It seemed that the lyric poem of the birdcall on the receiving set spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him feel happy that someone, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his work uniform, he took a look at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, shadow dark-brown hair, galvanizing blue centre, was about six infantry improbable, and had slim dead body. The person staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it was n't him. The eyes of the person in the mirror looked so desolate and empty it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the brightness level and headed to work.

At work that night, he just floated aimlessly through the eventide, barely engaging the client, just wanting the night to end so that he could go plate and quietus. rest, the one thing and one time of the day when he did n't feel hollow, lifeless. When did n't feel anything but peace. The next day was Sabbatum and he did n't stimulate to go to work or schooltime so he could slumber all through the Nox and well into the sunrise.

Opening the door to his mansion after oeuvre, Jess got a halfhearted"Hi"from his parents. The sort of"hi"that you say out of niceness, 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 electronic computer, he checked his e-mail. As common, it was just a crowd of spam, but then Jess saw the e-mail. 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 sentience of hope.


Criticism welcome. Like I said, let me bonk if I should continue .