Chapter One

The day started as it usually did. Groggily, Jess leaned over to hit the snooze push button on my alarm 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 life. 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 brother 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 mother. Jess always went to his mother 's way and said"skillful forenoon"to her before leaving for shoal. Why he still did, he was n't sure. He had become so distant, there was no real connection left."Probably just out of habit ”, he told himself. He kissed his mother bye 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 slight in rough-cut these twenty-four hours. They had different ally, Luke being more of a social butterfly ; different tastes in music, Jess listened to more heavy metal and rock'n'roll, while Luke was more into the pop music scene ; 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 entire ride.

Everyday he dreaded going to school. mellow schoolhouse had never been"as advertised"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 to a greater extent and more depressed, his thoughts sometimes turning to suicide. Home life was ... well it was n't a place anymore ...

"Good morning Mr. Knight ”, said his home room instructor, Mr. Toer."morning time ”, Jess replied back. He took his posterior and started on the homework he did n't finish last Nox. Math was a particularly hard subject for Jess. He was just one bad grade away from failing the field for the semester, but at this stage that was the last thing on his judgement. Staring at the vacuous sheet of paper in figurehead of him, his mind 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 attention ? Will my parents notice if I 'm not there ?"The Vanessa Bell for the end of homeroom rang, jolting him back into consciousness."Damn it ”, he thought, realizing he had n't done a unmarried problem.

When the bell rang at 3:05, he was already driving away from school ( his brother was in ROTC and stayed for after-school activities ), his foot to the flooring and the radio set blaring. euphony had become Jess'only reprieve from his life story and he was retreating into it more and more, barely paying attention to anything else. Music made him feel powerful, made him find like he had a reason to live. It seemed that the lyrics of the song on the radio spoke directly to him, lifting him up, making him finger 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, dark brown hair, electrical blue heart, was about six feet tall, and had slim consistency. 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 vacuous it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the light source and headed to work.

At work that nighttime, he just floated aimlessly through the evening, barely engaging the customer, just wanting the nighttime to end so that he could go home and eternal rest. slumber, the one thing and one meter of the day when he did n't sense hollow, lifeless. When did n't finger anything but serenity. The next day was Sabbatum and he did n't have to go to wreak or school so he could slumber all through the dark and well into the aurora.

Opening the door to his theater after oeuvre, Jess got a half-hearted"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 common, it was just a lot of Spam, but then Jess saw the e-mail. Wesley had responded to him ! Jess read the email, then shut off his figurer and got into bed. Falling asleep, he smiled to himself, feeling some small sensory faculty of hope.


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