The Boy Whom RealizedA Story by PlayazI was really depressed one night, couldn't sleep, and worked on this for 2 hours.There is a boy. He thinks he has such a horrible life. He has just turned 13. He has more to learn. He hasn't realized the true horrors of this so called life. He is about to enter middle school. He was always told it was a turning point, and it is. He gets to see how much worse life can get. How much more drama it entitles. The feeling of a race, trying to get the girl of your dreams
He has yet to figure out the worst part. That everyone is a selfish a*****e. That there are few and far between who aren't. Who honestly feels the need to be different. Whom sees the world through the loneliest of eyes. Who wants to be known. But, we all know how that works out. He will just be shunned, told to die, and end up crying.
It is his first day of middle school. He sees all the girls and guys. He realizes some are different. That, others have hair, and others don't. He feels out of place. He thinks he is weird for not having facial hair yet. He worries that he won't fit in.
He gets to know his teachers. He is constantly worried of which title will he be called. Will he be the nerd, the teacher's pet, or the class clown? He has yet to figure it out. But, before he can choose, he is the teacher's pet. The teacher makes him pass out papers. He feels odd, he didn't want to. Yet, she made him.
This, is the beginning. He has noticed, life isn't what TV made it out to be. You don't get any breaks, and you don't chose your fate. He finds out the hard way, like most must. You are placed with titles, whether you like it or not. You can't change this, you must merely live with it.
He later notices, all the girls are different. Some have bigger b***s, others yet to develop. He notices "the girl", the one all crush. He tries to impress her by being her friend. But, she uses him to better her grade. She leads him on, so he feels like "the one".
This is the time, when he has more responsibilities. He must walk to school. He must realize not everyone is there for him. But, he also comes to the realization, neither are his parents. They only care for him to say "I had a kid". They never really wanted him, he was a mere accident. They were against abortion, and thus Juan was born.
He realizes how petty hating life was before. But, my oh my, more is to come. He has yet to enter 7th grade, wait until 9th grade. In 9th grade he came to the realization that there are "groups" in society. There are the nerds,the Goths, the jocks,the ravers, and many more. He doesn't fit in any and thus creates a loner group.
This is when he sees life in a different aspect. He realizes whilst making a loner group, you may no longer call yourselves loners, as of now you, you are no longer the “loners”. "Whom do you call this group?" He wondered. Suddenly, the loner group is renamed the outcast, and socially unfit group.
Within his group, he realizes yet again, people are quickly named something. He realizes there is the nerd of them all, the one who is constantly heart broken, and the one who is the attention w***e. He doesn't know whom he is, so he proclaims he is the leader. He is the one to turn to when s**t gets deep.
They turn to him, yet he has no clue. What is he to do. He turns to God, but he than awaits the inevitable. The constant thoughts of there being a God. Whom is he to decide with? His parents are hardcore Christians and force him to be Christian. Yet, he feels the need to be different. Does he really believe in the fact of no God, or does he just want to be a rebel.
He cannot make up his mind, yet he is forced to. If he goes with his parents, he won't be ridiculed. But, if he does, he feels small and insecure, because he knows deep down he is not a unique individual. He is hurried, he can't make up his mind. He Asks God, but the thoughts come back. He can't await the instant gratification, he chooses. He is now looked down upon by many for his beliefs. The belief in the non-existence of a God.
Once more he thinks, “How much more can i hate my life?” This, is when he realizes that around every corner, there is a disappointment. He begins to cry, he realizes life sucks, and wonders whom we are.
He was always told "stay drug free", yet he doesn't listen. He thinks "Why should I, they already disowned me, they can't hate me anymore" So, it begins. He starts with that first hit of weed. He doesn't see now, but it leads to other things. He doesn't care anymore, what does he have to lose?
The weed leads to petty laughing gas, he knows it doesn't hurt his brain, yet it lasts for a few. He wants a longer high, but is scared. His friends urge him on, say just once, what's the worst? He can't take it anymore, he goes with it. He is gone, no longer sober.
It began with weed, the gateway drug. He never believed his parents, fore they are liars. But, it is a mere truth, but they incoherently lead him to it. They forced it so deep down, they told him everyday. What did they expect, he is a teenager. They are in at the age of denial, and rebellion. They don't know what to do, and give up on him, as they did once before.
He goes onto shrooms, he loves the high. He is finally able to escape this so called life. This miserable hell, this waste of time. He knows you can't become chemically addicted, yet he didn't factor in the mental addiction. The escaping of life, the ending of ever having a wife
He can't stop, he loses his job. His friends disown him and his parents kick him out. Whom does he have now, and he realizes... There is God. He turns to God, or should I say the church. He explains to them his dilemma, and they help. They honestly think they can help, but, they are only worsening the issues. They provide him with a job, which he takes. He moves in with one of his buddys'
The cycle restarts, but it is worse. He no longer has a mental addiction. He is mentally and chemically addicted to Meth. He would do anything to get a hit, he would hurt his family. And, so he does. He robs them of their belongings in which used to be his. He realizes that he is no longer loved, and won't ever be.
But, he can't stop. He goes, and goes. He doesn't know when to stop. He is doing it more and more. Thinking "One more hit... It can't do s**t.... It's a bunch of lies...... Right guys?" He takes that one extra hit, he goes into a coma.
His friends freak out, they have no idea what to do. They don't want him to go to jail for use of Crystal Meth. They don't see why he should. They should help him, but, instead.. They leave him. His parents try to ring him, no answer. They begin to worry, they freak out. They ask his friends, and find him 14 hours later.
His friends had dragged him down an alley, left there with his belongings. Needle still in his arm, no clothes to be seen. They are in shock, they call 911. Tears are shed, they feel as if they have failed. They realize that maybe abortion would of been best.
The sounds of the ambulance. The curious citizens come out, they stand, and wonder why. They ask who's parents would allow this, the parent's can't take it anymore, they leave to the hospital.
They sit there for what seems likes ages, the doctor comes out. He proclaims that their son is alright. Tensions are lowered, tears of joy run down their pale faces.
They walk into the room, they see their son. He is alive and well, but than... His heart beats being to become sparatic. The heart beats start slowing. Mom and Dad begin to cry, the doctors rush in, they don't know how to fix it.
It is too late, he has died. They search among his belongings, they see a note and a needle stuck to it, the needle says "Heroin"
The note says: To those who read You no longer must fear I knew my life was nothing And it would never be something I didn't want to ruin other's Why should they bother I had become a lost cause Whom disobeyed his boss I am sorry mom and dad I am sorry i got into this fad I know this will hurt you But you must know, i am no longer blue My life is over © 2010 PlayazFeatured Review
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1 Review Added on October 27, 2010 Last Updated on October 27, 2010 AuthorPlayazMesa, AZAboutHello, my name is Bryan, and i love poerty. I know, wait, what, A guy... doing poetry... And its rather decent??!?. Yep, that'd be me more..Writing
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