Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the drowse button on my alarm clock. He was so tired because he had been doing XXX hours a week at workplace lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his rest home life. Add in schoolhouse and the homework that came along with it and it was midnight or later by the meter 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 sidekick and Sister said to him, almost in unison."Hi ”, he replied back. After eating breakfast, he went back upstairs to brush his teeth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his female parent. Jess always went to his mother 's way and said"good forenoon"to her before leaving for shoal. Why he still did, he was n't sure. He had become so distant, there was no rattling connection left."Probably just out of habit ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother au revoir 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 minuscule in common these days. They had unlike Friend, Gospel of Luke being more than of a mixer butterfly ; dissimilar tasting in euphony, Jess listened to more weighty metal and rock, while Luke was more into the pop music scene ; etc ... Once they got to shoal, that was it. The car ride there was the most metre they spent with each other in a day and whichever one was n't driving that day just stared at their phone the entire ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to school. High School had never been"as promote"to Jess. He was a loner, 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 press down, his thoughts sometimes turning to suicide. place life history was ... well it was n't a rest home anymore ...

"Good dayspring Mr. horse ”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer."Morning ”, Jess replied back. He took his tush and started on the homework he did n't finish last night. maths was a particularly hard case for Jess. He was just one bad grade away from failing the subject for the semester, but at this distributor point that was the last thing on his mind. Staring at the blank shell weather sheet of paper in battlefront of him, his mind started to tramp."What am I even doing here ? I have no purpose, no desire, no happiness. If I decided to just run away today, will anyone upkeep ? Will my parents notice if I 'm not there ?"The toll for the end of homeroom rang, jolting him back into cognizance."tinker's dam 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 blood brother was in ROTC and stayed for after-school natural action ), his foot to the trading floor and the radio cacophony. Music had become Jess'only reprieve from his life history and he was retreating into it Sir Thomas More and more, barely paying care to anything else. Music made him palpate herculean, made him feel like he had a reason to live. It seemed that the words of the song on the radio spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him palpate happy that someone, somewhere understood what he felt.

When he got home, Jess went straight to his room. As he was changing into his employment uniform, he took a feeling at himself in the mirror. He was 16, had long, dark brown hair, galvanising wild blue yonder centre, was about six feet marvelous, and had slim consistence. 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 ignitor and headed to work.

At study that night, he just floated aimlessly through the evening, barely engaging the client, just wanting the night to end so that he could go home and sleep. Sleep, the one thing and one time of the day when he did n't experience core out, lifeless. When did n't feel anything but peacefulness. The next day was Saturday and he did n't experience to go to make for or school so he could sleep all through the Night and well into the aurora.

Opening the door to his mansion after piece of work, Jess got a halfhearted"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 information processing system, he checked his e-mail. As usual, it was just a bunch of spam, but then Jess saw the email. Wesley had responded to him ! Jess read the e-mail, then shut off his computing machine and got into bed. Falling asleep, he smiled to himself, feeling some diminished common sense of hope.


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