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 tire because he had been doing xxx 60 minutes a week at piece of work lately and he was n't sleeping well because of his home base 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 sweep his teeth. Then he came downstairs again and went to see his mother. Jess always went to his mother 's way and said"good morning"to her before leaving for school. Why he still did, he was n't trusted. He had become so distant, there was no substantial connector left."Probably just out of habit ”, he told himself. He kissed his female parent bye-bye and then left with his pal for school.

In the car, he and his buddy 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 park these days. They had different acquaintance, St. Luke being more of a social butterfly stroke ; different tastes in music, Jess listened to more heavy metal and stone, while Luke was more into the pop euphony panorama ; etc ... Once they got to school, that was it. The car ride there was the most metre they spent with each early 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 day. senior high School had never been"as advertize"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 depressed, his cerebration sometimes turning to suicide. Home sprightliness was ... well it was n't a home anymore ...

"trade good dawning Mr. horse ”, said his homeroom teacher, Mr. Toer."morn ”, Jess replied back. He took his seat and started on the homework he did n't end last night. math was a particularly concentrated national for Jess. He was just one bad grade away from failing the subject for the semester, but at this spot that was the last thing on his thinker. Staring at the blank shell canvas of theme in front of him, his mind started to wander."What am I even doing here ? I have no intent, no desire, no happiness. If I decided to just run away today, will anyone tutelage ? Will my parents notice if I 'm not there ?"The chime for the end of home room rang, jolting him back into cognisance."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 day ( his Brother was in ROTC and stayed for after-school natural process ), his foot to the floor and the radio din. medicine had become Jess'only reprieve from his life and he was retreating into it Thomas More and more, barely paying attention to anything else. music made him feel mightily, made him feel like he had a reason to live. It seemed that the lyric of the song on the radio receiver 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, dark embrown hair, electric blue eyes, was about six pes improbable, and had slim soundbox. The person staring back at him looked so far away, it looked like him, but it was n't him. The eyes of the mortal in the mirror looked so desert and vacuous it was shocking. Sighing to himself, he turned off the visible radiation and headed to work.

At workplace 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 eternal rest. Sleep, the one affair and one time of the day when he did n't feel core out, lifeless. When did n't feel anything but peace. The next day was Sat and he did n't receive to go to exploit or schoolhouse so he could sleep all through the night and well into the morning.

Opening the threshold to his theatre after 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 room. Turning on his figurer, he checked his e-mail. As usual, it was just a bunch of Spam, but then Jess saw the e-mail. Charles 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 signified of hope.


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