The Horrible Truth Of Joshua Kites

A Story by Shannon

Josh has it hard. His mean mother, His horrible brother. His drama with all of his boyfriends. Come along and just see how hard it is for him.

When I was little I never really wonderd what was out in the world. All the kids in my class told everyone what they wanted to be in the future... When all I ever really thought about was what I was going to do when I got home. Lock my self in my bedroom , or go on a walk. (The path the avoids all the jocks at my school.) I sat in the room hearing all the faint voices of all my classmates in my science classroom. I unpatiently tapped my pen against my notebook falling asleep in my other hand. (That was slowly slipping.)

"Hey , f**k tard, wake up." One of the jocks reached over and grabbed my chair leg and pulled it. It sent me shocked falling and slamming my head on the solid white tile boring floor. Everything went blurry and I felt like I couldnt get up for some reason. I couldn't open my eyes and breathing seemed like a harder task then gettng away from jocks.

"What the hell where you thinking?!?" I heard a guys voice and a blurry silloueht get above me. All at the same time, I heard giggles , laughs and A gasp. Just one gasp... Until I felt my head get so warm and ... Wet? This time, I heard all of my classmates gasp. At one time.

I turned my head to the side of me and I seen red liquid slowly make a trail. I heard everyones gasp wore off when I seen nice slick black leather shoes walk to the side of my head. Other than that, I couldn't really see anything other than faint flickering red lights. All of the other things were a blur.

I awoke in A hospital room. No one was in it of course. My moms probaly at daveys game. (Daveys my twin. Sadly.) I layed there feeling the worst pain ive ever felt before. Just imagine some one had you lay on a bed of nails and they pushed pressure on your chest so much that every little nail broke threw your skin and pushed into your spine. That's kinda what it feels like whats goin up in there.

The doc walked into the room and looked up at me.

"Joshua Kites correct?" He had a wide grin on his face. I mean... If he smiled any wider im pretty sure hed pull off a troll face.

I nodded. (making the pain in my head so much worse)

"Aha... I see. Alright. Your Mother told me to tell you she and Davey will be right here after his game." He smiled and walked out acting like that wasn't just like a needle that stabbed its self into my heart.

I layed there watching outside. The trees looked so... Dead... I started dozing off. My head started to feel better... Then... They came in.

"Guess who won STATE CHAMPIONS?!?!?!"

I looked over silently. My head pounded at daveys big woots that was beaming off the walls. My mom sat next to me. Told me his scores, showed me his trophy, and told me how many touch downs he had. I was sitting there. Trying the best not to listen.

Davey looked at me and grinned widely. "Bullies again?"

"No. I slipped." I didn't smile reansurring both of them that nothing was okay at ALL.

"We'll im glad it's ok." My mom smiled. Then. After that they kept ramming on and on and on on how Davey was such a good football player and such a good son. They were going down to go get subway for themselves. I layed there and when my mom started to walk out I sat up a little.

"Mom.." She turned around and smiled.

"I't really hurts.." I looked up at her trying my best not to get dizzy.

"Oh honey, ull be alright. I'f davey were in the hospital hed be trying to walk around everywhere! Such a strong boy isn't he?" She laughed histariccly and walked out.

I looked at the celieng and started to flick off the big man upstairs but then this black nurse walked in. You know how gods like... thier bestfriend.

"BOY! Now i know you aints be putting that middle finger up to the great lord." She put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. She had big curls down to her shoulders and one of those you know... Nurse outfits. I looked at her. I was about to flick her off myself but... I didn't want to get my a*s beat up. Trust me. I got beat up by this mean black woman at the gas station. I just bumped into her, And spilled my slurpee on her shirt... It was .. bad... She took me down. And yes i did have to go to court for that. The mexican behind the counter claimed I punched her. When I swear he was screaming get that a*s the whole way through the beatn.

My phone buzzed on the table that sat next to the bed. I slowly picked it up and set it on my lap since my arm felt so weak.

Hey josh. Going back home with davey. LOL hes singing another one bites the dust XD byebye

I glared at the phone like it was it's fault that my mom was being a jerk. I rolled my eyes feeling a slight sting. I did it anyways. I cried. Just like all of those times when those jerks beat me up at school. Everyone says that men shouldn't cry. Well... Screw it. I'm not a man. I'm your typical teenage boy that goes to highschool and failed three times on senoir year. My brother passed on into college and is in college football. When I kept faling, my mom gave up and moved on to davey. now all she talks about is... Davey. Davey. Davey!

She didn't even say goodbye to me. She texted bye. And from daveys facebook status, that says "Ha , just go't back from mcdonalds with my mome. Lol state champeones! Oh yea!"

They didn't go to subway thats downstairs. They LEFT. And what the hell?!?!? How the hell could he pass on to college when he can't spell mom or champions? AND he put "got" with a apostrophe!!!!!! UGH.

I layed on the bed like an emotional wreck. I heard a light tap on the hospital door.

"Excuse me..." A guy stood in the door. He was ... Really good looking. He had dark red hair and a black V shirt. I almost.... Died right there. I mean...

"Uh.... Hi?" I spoke softly. Talking to loud would just hurt so it wasn't worth it. He came in and sat down and slowly crossed his legs. (First sign of being gay.)

"I was just coming to see if you were okay... I'm a kid that goes to your school." He smiled and leaned in a little closer eager for a response. I couldn't help but to laugh. But his response seemed sad...

"Wait, Your the kid from my class... You saw me get my head split open didn't you?" I smiled softly as an apology for my smart remark. He smiled in return.

"Yes! I am... I tried to get everyone away but... They wouldn't go anywhere ... Sorry." He stared off into a far distant at the wall blushing. Hes gay.

"Ha... Yeah it was all your fault that my head got busted open."

"WHAT!?!??!" He paniced and looked at me wide eyed. And frozen in his spot.

"Calm down! I was just playing jeeze..."

"HA.... yeah..." He smiled akwardly.

After that everything got akward and silent.

"well... I made you something." He started to pull something out of his bag. It was average paper size. Colors were spread out what where color of peacock feathers. All these colors where surrounded by this pale silloueht that layed down. He looked... Cold.

"This is amazing... You did this?" I smiled and sat up slowly and looked close. The boy had a sad expression. His bare skin shiverd like the moon.... I't looked amazing. SO amazing I felt like i shouldn't have touched it ... Because i'm not that important as the painting looked. I felt like i shouldev been the one in the back of the corner staring at everyone being able to look at the perfect painting and touch all over it. All of the sudden my expression seemed to match the mans expression in the painting. He leaned down to me and said

"I painted it because when ever I see you that is what you look like." His whispers sent shivers down my back sending tingles all over. I looked up to him and found my lost of words.

"What is your name?" my voice cracked.

"I was wondering when you where going to ask that. I'm Alfie!" He smiled.

"Alife... Ok well it was nice meeting you." I sat there laying down feeling sudden pain to my head.

"Hehe! You too. I'll come back tonight so I can stay." He reasurred. Before I could say anything he skipped out.

Well... Apparntly I have A friend now. I sighed and relaxed trying too forget about everything. Plugged in my Ipod, and fell asleep. So. The whole day I had to listen to Alfie go on and on about everything he did that day. THEN. My mom finally came in the room smiling all happy. Glad Alfie wasn't in there at the time my moms not shy. Shed deffinatly make a rude remark on Alfie.

"Hey Josh!" Marry walked in and sat down. (You must be wondering why I said Marry. Lastnight I officialy told myself that shes not my mom. Shes mother monster.A.K.A Marry.)

"Hey Marr- mom... I need to tell you something." I looked at her waiting for her guts to explode.

"Sure hun what is it?" She smiled. (Texing Davey.)

"Well... Mom. You like Davey more don't you?" I bit my tounge. She looked up instantly.

"Here. I'll tell you something." She sat a bit closer. I toatly got my hopes up. I expected for A oh Joshy poo Id never think like that!! You know I love you more! Daveys to stupid! I wish...

"See how perfect my nails are?" She held her long skinny perfect tan fingers in the air.

"Yeah..." I choked not so enthusiastlcy. At this time I figured she was switching subjects.

"Well. Nails get worn out or chipped. So. See how my pinky one is chipped and my index is perfect?"

I nodded slowly.

"Well. See, this pinky one use to be really bad a*s looking and a very good kid- nail. Now the pinky got beat by the index one. Because pinky isn't really smart or the hot shot anymore. So now the pinky is kinda ... Well..." She stopped and smiled. My jaw almost dropped. Her words where like poisen slithering it's way down my throat burning every thing it had a chance to burn.

"AM I THE PINKY!?!?" I shouted a little to loud. People looked inside my room looking at me like I should be on the top floor. (mental award.)

"Shh , sweety no one is perfect." I looked at her. My head no longer hurt. Anger and sad emotions washed over me making me black out. I was furious.

"I HATE YOU!" I hauled off and- Yes. I did it. I punched my own mother. The woman that gave birth to me was punched to the ground by her very own sons fist. And I didn't feel bad about it.

"I hope your index nail breaks to!!!!" I ran out. Of course I had doctors and even police chase me. I ran past Alfie who sat wide eyed and stunned. He was reading the NoteBook. Police grabbed me by the wrist and cuffed them. Everything was nothing to me after getting put into the cop car. I can't remember what last happend after that. Thats because I fainted.

"Josh..." I heard a faint calling of my name. Then it became clearer and clearer as I opend my eyes. I woke up on A not to comfy bed. A big black police guy stould over me. He had that upside down 'U' mustache and his breath smelled like coffee and the rest of him smelled like cinnomin.

"Hey..." I choked out in a whisper.

"Get goodnight rest son. You have court tomorrow." He smiled and walked out and closed the bars to my jail cell. I sat up in the cement bed. Don't get me wrong. It has... maybe A 1'inch thick matress on it. Tears stung in my eyes and I layed back down.

My eyes slowly scammed the room. There were cracks around the cement brick walls and centipedes crawling in and out of them. Water ran down them also. It looked like a room from a horror movie. Some place youd think jigsaw would put you in.

Thank god , They had A tiny wall for your bathroom. I'd hate for people to see me go potty. I layed there warm tears slowly streaming down my cheeks. A guy slowly walked out and climbed on the bunk holding his stomach for his life.

"Hi." He grumbled into his pillow. I layed there blankly not saying anything. He had black hair falling in his face. He was the scrawniest thing ive ever seen. He was pale as Edward f*****g Cullen.

"Hey..." After that it took an hour before we said anything else.

"If youre thinking of rapeing me can you please wait until tomorrow? I feel like crap." His somach grumbled to where I could almost feel the grumble on the bunk.

"Since you said please? No." I said sarcasticly. I swear he rolled his eyes at that point.

"Jeez. Do i look scary to you? Nice first impression now I know your an a*****e." I spat out. He moved uncomfortibly in his bunk.

"Sorry." He coughed really hard. (I take it that hes sick.)

"So... I'm Jhonny. Youre name?"

"Josh."

"What are you in here for?"

"Punching my mom."

"nice."

"yup."

"And you?" I laughed.

"First degree murder." He said queitly.

Yeah. Everything deffinatly got silent after that. And OH. MY. G. It was akward. I ended up falling asleep anyways. Which took me quite enough time since I didn't have my Ipod. Court tommorow. What a waste.

Chapter 2.

"Josh. Wake up. Breakfast time." He grabbed my wrist and made me slide off and land butt first.

"Ow." I looked at him rubbing the sleep from my eyes. He made the slightest laugh. Without smiling.

Everyone was spilling out of thier cages. I walked casually along the side with jhonny.

" So how long will you be here for?" I looked at him and saw his expression fill with anger.

"I'm life sentenced." He looked at me. I could tell he was choking trying not to cry. But the sad thing is? I cried. I cried his tears.

"Your not getting out?" I felt like a p***y. Espessialy when I was crying and he wasn't.

He looked at me not surprised what so ever.

"You don't need to cry. Youre getting out today." He laughed.

I imediatly wiped my tears and looked away.

"So... Wheres your family?" I cleared my throat.

"My mom died a year ago from cancer and my brother disappeard on me and my dad..."

He choked on the dad part.

"Why do you want to know this anyway?" He looked down at me. (My head goes up to his chin.)

"I just was curious."

"Of course you are. Everyone is. We set down our food at the table and I imediatly started gobbling. But he sat there shifting in his chair with the plate completely full.

"Are you going to eat? Youre to skinny it looks like someoe flat ironed your stomach." I stared at him chewing something... I didnt know what it was and it was disgusting. But i ate it anyways.

"I don't need to eat." He looked at me and drank a cup of water.

"Eat."

"no."

"Yes."

"No."

I looked at him and pouted. (My pout is priceless.) BUT. He still sat there and stared at me like im an idiot for even thinking he was going to fall for that.

"JOSHUA KITES." A large man came in holding a paper in his hand.

I looked over and slightly raised my hand.

"Come with me son." He motioned his hand over. I stould up looking at Jhonny.

"I'll pay visits." I mouthed.

"I seriously doubt it." He said outloud.

I frowned at him and walked out behind the police officer looking back at him. Right after I looked back he picked up some food and started eating. Just that and him made my hole day.