Unwanted
Chapter 1
I look around and found myself in a dark room. The room smelled of sweat and blood. I tried to move only to find myself restrained. My hands and feet are tied with ropes tightly forbidding me to move an inch. My whole body is aching like sh*t as if got hit by a truck. Then suddenly I heard the voice.....
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You useless piece of sh*t".....
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Why don't you just die already?
Then I felt two rough hands chocking me out of my breath.....
I jolted up awake from my sleep, my pajamas sticking to my body from the sweat. I sat on my bed for some time... taking deep breaths... to calm down my ragged breathing.
I checked on the clock lying on my nightstand which showed it is 4'o clock in the morning. There is another one and a half hour left for the alarm to get off. But I didn't feel like sleeping anymore.
Turning off the alarm, I got out of my bed and turned on the shower. Adjusting the heat I stood under the warm water letting it wash away the sweat and uneasiness from my body.
After taking a long shower I dried myself and wrapped a towel around me. Brushing my teeth I walked out of the washroom and stepped in my closet to get dressed for school.
The bruises on the left side of my torso are still mildly visible. I looked at them for a few seconds, took a deep breath and then get dressed in my turquoise T-shirt and black jeans.
I still have a lot of time in hand before going to school. I went downstairs to the kitchen and made some coffee and sandwiches for me. I ate my breakfast and packed two sandwiches for lunch as I try to avoid school cafeteria.
After having breakfast, I washed dishes and cleaned the kitchen. Then I went upstairs and tidied my bedroom. As I still have some more time in hand, I checked with the groceries and made a list of the items needed to refill in the kitchen.
Taking my backpack from my bedroom, I stuffed the lunchbox in it. Putting on my canvases I stepped out for school after locking the door.
Bloomfield Academy is a very beautiful school. As the name depicts, the school is surrounded with trees and blossoms. A patch of woodland lies in the southern part of school boundary, adding a beautiful scenery to the school.
I reached quite early today. The parking lot and campus are still empty as there is still another hour left for the school to start. I took some time to take in the beauty of the nature while inhaling sweet aroma of the fresh bloomed blossoms that is lingering in the air.
After sometime when students started entering the campus, I quickly head inside the school building to put my things in my locker and walk towards the first class to avoid my nightmare, William Marcus Kingston..... my bully and his group buddies.......
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Chapter 2
I am Damien Kai Harris, but mostly everyone here calls me ‘loser'. I joined here 3 years back as freshmen in high school.
First day when I entered the premises, I got struck by the most beautiful pair of green eyes I have ever seen. There stood a boy… tall, handsome, around 2 years elder than me, with the darkest brown shade of hair and a pair of fiery green eyes that matches with the greenery surrounding the campus.
He is the most charming, outgoing and has the whole school at his feet.
But call it my luck, I got targeted, on the second day of my school, by the very person I had a crush on from the first day.
May be because I was an easy target as I am small, shy, timid, not very social and quiet awkward. Or may be because I was the youngest.
Call me smart or whatever I somehow managed to jump a grade or two when I was young, which was unfortunate to me as I was only 13 when I joined here as freshmen, which made me the youngest lad here.
Someone like me could never hope to dream about someone of William's caliber.
During the past 3 years of school, I don’t remember anyone trying, or even wanting to be my friend. Having the whole school under his feet, everyone is afraid of being bullied to be with me. I am always alone.
Though it’s been like that since I was 5, that isn’t anything new. The thing that changed however, was the way of being bullied. I have been bullied throughout my life. William and his group of buddies, more like his minions, beat me to the ground whenever they are upset or bored.
William was the most popular guy here in school. He does whatever he wishes. His grandfather being the trusty of this school, helps him to dominate the school.
He himself didn’t actually do much harm to me, just a couple of shoves and nudges. It’s mainly his minions who do the beatings. There’s almost never a day that I don’t have a bruise.
No one ever bothered to step in and stop the bullying. I think it’s because they all love or fear William and his group. They are good in studies, respect the teachers, earns good grades… so teachers love them too and never stepped in.
I don’t know what I did to get punched, slammed against the lockers and walls, kicked or stepped on, getting laughed or being completely ignored.
I know I am not an interesting person and I am not outgoing, neither do I think I am attractive or do I have any charm like them, but I don’t think I deserve being treated as an unwanted person throughout my life.
Whenever I’m put in trouble by William or his goons everyone always take the side of the other person involved. But in spite of everything, I can never bring myself together hate William or any other for that matter. Maybe everything was my fault after all…..
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Chapter 3
I try to move as stealthy as possible throughout the day but it does not become possible always as I share some classes with William or his group buddies. Today I was unexpectedly lucky as it only ended with getting slammed by the lockers twice.
After the school got over, I quickly make a dash down the hall over to my locker. I stuff my books and other supplies, took my backpack and rushed towards the school exit. I sprint down the school's parking lot, to the street towards my house to avoid further beatings.
I have been walking to school and running back from school to home as long as I remember to avoid any of the goons…..
I headed towards shower as soon as I got home since the run home usually get me sweaty. After taking a long shower and getting on something comfortable, I headed downstairs to the kitchen to prepare dinner for me.
I settled down with lasagna. After dinner, I washed the dishes, cleaned up the kitchen and went upstairs to my bedroom after turning off the lights.
Damien Kai Harris
I live alone in this house. I have been living alone since I was 5. I don’t remember much about my parents.
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I have never seen my mom. My dad was never really affectionate towards me….. I was basically a mode for him to express his frustrations.
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He used to hit me and hurt me with his words whenever I try to go near him or he gets angry about anything.
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One day it became worse when he tried to choke me to death after getting drunk. It was then my grandpa shifted me here, in this house with Carrie.
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Carrie was basically my babysitter but was the only motherly figure in my life. However she had to move out with her family when I was 12.
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Since then I have been all by myself.
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This house is pretty small and cozy with natural foliage surrounding it, and a lake on one side. It has a big comfortable living room and a small kitchen attached dining space downstairs and 2 bedrooms upstairs.
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I stay in the small and cozy bedroom which I like, and other one is kept as guestroom, but no one ever lived here or visited me after Carrie left.
I went upstairs, took my guitar from the stand and started playing it. It is the one and only gift I ever received in my life.
My grandpa gifted me this guitar when he shifted me in this house with Carrie. Since, I was never very outgoing or social due to my shy nature, I did a lot of things together keep myself busy and entertained.
I learned a lot of skills in these past ten years, none of which was intentional though, it happened cause I was bored and have an exceptional fast learning ability.
I even took up cooking but mainly because no one was there to do it for me after Carrie left. Now I enjoy cooking as much as I enjoy playing my guitar and keyboard.
No one knows about my talents, though I doubt anyone would care….. I am not that interesting after all….
I went to bed after playing my guitar and keyboard for sometime and reading some books. My sleep was rather uninterrupted as my nightmares didn’t bother you haunt me tonight.
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