Seen Through the Eyes of... Chapt.2 Jack Boisen's View
Continuation, Sorry I haven't been on lately, I've had a lot of stuff to do. See the previous story and the author's note before you read this. The narriator is Jack Boisen.
January 15th,2030. Afternoon, 5:15 P.M.Weather conditions, slightly cloudy. 75 degrees F.
I had just gotten home, after one or 2 hours of sobbing, I had finally gotten up. I looked outside my window, and I wished I could have been like one of the kids i saw outside. Walking home with their friends, talking, laughing, all around having a good time. Why did they have to be so cruel? What made me different from any of them? Because i came from somewhere else? What did I do to the point where they want to touture me, day and night without any remorse or thought for who I was?!
Now at least, I was in a sanctuary. Where no one could bother me, or beat me, or do anything whatsoever. I could just lay in bed all day, and do whatever I want. Freedom! I just turned around, turned on the T.V, and relaxed. I Thought nothing of the day's horrid events. Then i started to drift, just drift off into sleep.
Then I had a dream, a horrible nightmare. I dreamt as if I were in school surrounded by nothing, except for lockers, not even a floor, yet I could still stand. Then from the lockers, these beast came out, they looked like shadows, yet they were strangely human, just blank figures without expression. And they started to pile on me, drowning me in a sea of despair until--
RING! The door bell sounded. I woke up in a cold sweat. It was still 7:00 O'clock. I streched for a few seconds and finally got up, still dress in my black-colored uniform. With a yawn I said "Hello?"
"Oh, umm Hi jack..."
It was that Karen girl again, I would have slammed the door on her face if it wasn't for the fact I had manners.
"Great, what do you want?" I mumbled.
"Well, I just wanted to say sorry for what happened today in school, I didn't want to do it but--"
"Sorry? Sorry?! Sorry for what for throwing rotten food all over me, making me look like a laughingstock in front of the entire school?! Oh yeah! In that case everything is all right!" I Yelled sarcastically.
"Look, Jack you don't understand--"
"What's there to understand? That I, Jack Boisen, The laughingstock of the school was ridiculed in front of the school? I get that, but what now are you going to put it on the front page of the school website, much more the newspaper? Why?! Why?! Why did you throw that thing?! Why did you throw that at me, to make me look like a bigger fool than i already am?! I mean look at you, you aren't cool, you're just a mean, selfish, person. Why you're not the 'finest' girl I've seen! Proves to show you're just--"
Then a searing pain ran across my face, it was painfull, but she managed to shut me up. I can still feel that slap, painful, but at least no one saw her doing that.
"Listen! Jack, I needed to do that! If I didn't everyone would think i would be your friend, i mean you're a nice guy but i can't risk my reputation! What did you want me to say? 'I'm going to hang out with one the biggest losers in the school, so that everyone can now officially pick on me too?!" She said, her voice breaking.
She turned around and walked quickly. Head down, I knew I had hurt her feelings. But still, the anger came over me. I didn't care anymore, I hurt her, myself, and now everyone is going to think I treat women and people badly.
"Fine leave, that's good for me! Why do I care?! Just leave! That's what everyone else has done to me! Turn their back on me!"
I slammed the door shut, and walked angrily into my room. And i sat down on my bed, and started slamming my fist onto my nightstand.
"Why can't I do anything right?!" I thought.
The things I had said finally caught up to me. I started to blame myself for everything. Why did everything happen the way it did? Why couldn't everyone get along fine with me. And accept me for who I am? Was I different? No, not was, why was I different.
For the next few days, I tried to stay as isolated as possible. Sitting in the back of the bus, the back of the class room, sit by myself at lunch. I just, I just didn't want to be seen. Of course a few troubles did still loom around me.
Those last days, something snapped in me. I started having Visions and dreams of death and gore, just the mangled bodies of people.
I was on the brink, I couldn't take it anymore. I Will, Have revenge, Vengeance is Mine!
I had just gotten home, after one or 2 hours of sobbing, I had finally gotten up. I looked outside my window, and I wished I could have been like one of the kids i saw outside. Walking home with their friends, talking, laughing, all around having a good time. Why did they have to be so cruel? What made me different from any of them? Because i came from somewhere else? What did I do to the point where they want to touture me, day and night without any remorse or thought for who I was?!
Now at least, I was in a sanctuary. Where no one could bother me, or beat me, or do anything whatsoever. I could just lay in bed all day, and do whatever I want. Freedom! I just turned around, turned on the T.V, and relaxed. I Thought nothing of the day's horrid events. Then i started to drift, just drift off into sleep.
Then I had a dream, a horrible nightmare. I dreamt as if I were in school surrounded by nothing, except for lockers, not even a floor, yet I could still stand. Then from the lockers, these beast came out, they looked like shadows, yet they were strangely human, just blank figures without expression. And they started to pile on me, drowning me in a sea of despair until--
RING! The door bell sounded. I woke up in a cold sweat. It was still 7:00 O'clock. I streched for a few seconds and finally got up, still dress in my black-colored uniform. With a yawn I said "Hello?"
"Oh, umm Hi jack..."
It was that Karen girl again, I would have slammed the door on her face if it wasn't for the fact I had manners.
"Great, what do you want?" I mumbled.
"Well, I just wanted to say sorry for what happened today in school, I didn't want to do it but--"
"Sorry? Sorry?! Sorry for what for throwing rotten food all over me, making me look like a laughingstock in front of the entire school?! Oh yeah! In that case everything is all right!" I Yelled sarcastically.
"Look, Jack you don't understand--"
"What's there to understand? That I, Jack Boisen, The laughingstock of the school was ridiculed in front of the school? I get that, but what now are you going to put it on the front page of the school website, much more the newspaper? Why?! Why?! Why did you throw that thing?! Why did you throw that at me, to make me look like a bigger fool than i already am?! I mean look at you, you aren't cool, you're just a mean, selfish, person. Why you're not the 'finest' girl I've seen! Proves to show you're just--"
Then a searing pain ran across my face, it was painfull, but she managed to shut me up. I can still feel that slap, painful, but at least no one saw her doing that.
"Listen! Jack, I needed to do that! If I didn't everyone would think i would be your friend, i mean you're a nice guy but i can't risk my reputation! What did you want me to say? 'I'm going to hang out with one the biggest losers in the school, so that everyone can now officially pick on me too?!" She said, her voice breaking.
She turned around and walked quickly. Head down, I knew I had hurt her feelings. But still, the anger came over me. I didn't care anymore, I hurt her, myself, and now everyone is going to think I treat women and people badly.
"Fine leave, that's good for me! Why do I care?! Just leave! That's what everyone else has done to me! Turn their back on me!"
I slammed the door shut, and walked angrily into my room. And i sat down on my bed, and started slamming my fist onto my nightstand.
"Why can't I do anything right?!" I thought.
The things I had said finally caught up to me. I started to blame myself for everything. Why did everything happen the way it did? Why couldn't everyone get along fine with me. And accept me for who I am? Was I different? No, not was, why was I different.
For the next few days, I tried to stay as isolated as possible. Sitting in the back of the bus, the back of the class room, sit by myself at lunch. I just, I just didn't want to be seen. Of course a few troubles did still loom around me.
Those last days, something snapped in me. I started having Visions and dreams of death and gore, just the mangled bodies of people.
I was on the brink, I couldn't take it anymore. I Will, Have revenge, Vengeance is Mine!
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