Alex rested his face into his hands as he pushed out his chair a bit.
He felt a tap on his shoulder, He perked his head up. He turned around to see his teacher, she was whispering, telling him to wake up. He nodded and sat up straight. Alex wasn’t even asleep, though he wasn’t going to argue. There were 15 minutes left of class, 15 being too many for him. He felt like he was going to pass out from exhaustion. He’d barley gotten sleep last night due to bone chilling night terrors.
Alex sighed and picked up his pencil. His teacher tapped on his shoulder yet again.
“Alex, come into the hallway for a moment,”
He nodded nervously, what if he was in trouble? What if this was the teacher’s last straw and he’ll get kicked out of class? His teacher had never liked him as a student, he always thought of Alex as a slacker in her class.
He followed her into the hallway as she says in a low tone voice,
“Listen, Alex. I know you’re tired from last night, your mother emailed me what happened, she assumed you’d be falling asleep at your desk. I understand you’re tired but can you try your very best to stay awake, please?”
He nodded. He was really tempted to tell her that he wasn’t even asleep but, he didn’t want to come off rude. This was like the first time his 2nd period teacher has ever been understanding of his situation of continuous night terrors.
The two of them walked back to class and he sat back at his desk. You see, his desk was at the back of the classroom so he had a good chance of going on his phone and not getting caught. He slowly took his phone out of his pocket, once he saw that his teacher was at the front of the class, of course.
He texted his friend Max, asking if it was just him or the whole entire biology lesson just wasn’t making sense.
He put my phone down, He thought his ringer was off but vibration mode was still on. His luck. A few seconds later he got a response.
His phone buzzed right in the middle of the teacher talking.
Well there goes all his progress that he made with his science teacher. Alex looked around the room to make it look like he was trying to figure out who’s phone it was.
He accidentally locked eyes with his teacher. You could just see the imaginary smoke coming out of her ears, oh boy was she infuriated.
“ALEX BARBERIO! PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE, NOW.”
This had to of been the first time he was ever sent to the principal’s office in my life.
He spent the rest of the period in the principal’s office.
Now that all of the progress with his science teacher was destroyed, He felt guilty, and alone.
He thought someone finally understood his situation.
The period was over, though it felt like an eternity in the principal’s office for him. This pretty much ruined his whole day, he can’t stand the feeling of being yelled at ; especially in the beginning of the day. The rest of the day was complete shit for him.
He stepped onto the bus and sat down in the front row. He was never invited to sit with the popular kids in the back. Kids would yell out to him and call him names.
After being on the bus ride for a little less than a half hour, he got dropped off at his house.
He would always enter the front door with his heart pounding. He never knew when Jack was going to be home.
He walked up the front steps of his house, entering.
Alex noticed his step dad (Jack) came home early. He ran upstairs and locked the door, that was his usual routine.
He curled up in a ball and turned on his phone. He heard Jack screaming at his mother. He heard a loud bang. Alex jumped up. He went to go unlock the door and see what happened. His parents’ arguments don’t usually get physically bad, or physical at all. In this case, it seems bad. He walked down the stairs to see his mother holding her head, crying. She whispered, “A- Alex go get the phone, call 9-1-1.. please..” He immediately ran to the kitchen to grab the home phone. He bumped into Jack on his way in there. “Shit,” he thought to himself. He shoved Alex away and slapped him. Jack walked down the hall. Alex picked up the phone and quickly dialed 9-1-1. His mother screaming. Alex was sobbing as he told the operator their location.
The cops came in less than 5 minutes and held their guns up to Jack,
“Hands in the air where we can see them!”
Jack screamed,
“IT’S NOT ME IT WAS FUCKIN LOUISE!”
The cops ran over to the woman on the floor screaming, assuming it was Louise, Alex’s mother. It was. They began tackling her and cuffed her, not acknowledging the fact that she was injured.
“STOP IT WASN’T HER! IT WAS HIM!” Alex exclaimed, pointing at Jack.
“It’s favouritism, officer. Please help me!” Jack pleaded.
“She injured me, she slammed me into the wall!”
Jack continued to make up a sob story of lies.
Alex was on the floor crying. They seemed to be believing Jack. His mother would never get physical.
They cuffed her up and drove off with her.
Alex was screaming at this point.
“WHY?! WHY WOULD YOU LIE! WHAT DID SHE DO TO YOU?!! SHE DOESN’T DESERVE THIS, GOD DAMN IT!”
Jack grabbed Alex by the collar.
“You better shut the hell up. This is my house now, and you listen to me!”
Alex coughed up a bit of blood and ran to his room.
He cried for hours. He eventually fell asleep.
The sound of his alarm clock. That damn piercing noise, it made him jump up and wish he wasn’t alive. Every. Single. Morning.
He went downstairs to say good morning to his mother and remembered.
He sighed.
He ate breakfast in silence, Jack was already at work.
He got to school. It was miserable as always.
The day went by so slow, well, slower than usual.
He finally got home.
“Alex!”
The voice came out of no where,
Alex jumped in shock. He didn’t realise Jack got home early, again.
“What!?” Alex yelled back,
“Get in the car, you are heading to work with me.”
“Huh? Why? You never take me to work with you,”
Alex didn’t even know what Jack’s job was, let alone where he worked.
He got in the car and waited for his dad.
He put his seat belt on and took out his phone to go talk to some of his friends. He heard the car door close as his dad sat in the front seat.
It seemed like they were driving for hours. They finally reached a building. It looked abandoned almost. He definitely didn’t get good vibes from it.
Jack got out of the car. Alex stayed.
“Come on, get out of the car now!”
Alex sighed and got out of the car.
He followed Jack into the building.
“Where are we going?”
“Shut your damn mouth and just followed me.
They walked down staircase after staircase.
“What the fuck are we even doing here? Do you even work here?”
“Watch your language!” Jack yelled, slapping Alex.
“Well..? D-do you?” Alex asked again.
“Yes. I do. Now shut up.” Jack replied quietly.
At this point Alex assumed Jack worked for some secret organisation.
There was a bed, it looked like a hospital bed.
“What do you even do here..?” Alex asked,
“Can you shut up and lie in the damn bed!” Jack exclaimed.
Alex nervously lied down onto the bed. It felt cold. He felt like something wasn’t adding up.
Jack left the room for a moment.
Alex was sweating, yet he was freezing. He had no idea what was going on.
Jack wheeled in a large table with a bunch of tools in it.
“What the fuck..” Alex thought to himself.
Jack took out something that had looked like a Intravenous (IV) from off the table and set it up next to Alex.
“What are you doing.?” Alex asked.
“Don’t worry Alex, I’ve been researching this for a long time.”
He pushed the needle into Alex’s forearm.
The needle was connected to a pouch of some..unknown liquid, it looked..neon green.
“You aren’t a registered doctor Jack don’t do this..” Alex begged in a faint voice.
Jack took Alex’s other arm and strapped on some kind of electroshock device.
“Jack what are you doing..?” Alex asked in a faint voice.
His skin was slowly turning pale to an extent where he looked grey and sick.
He passed out.
Jack picked up a syringe off the table. It was filled with thick black liquid. He walked to the other side of the bed and injected it into Alex’s eye.
His eye slowly turned pitch black.
The roots of his hair and down slowly became platinum blonde.
“Now let’s see if this worked.” Jack said to himself.
He pressed the button on the electroshock device.
His whole body lit up for a split second.
Jack heard the loudest piercing scream he’s ever heard.
Alex stood up and ripped out the IV.
“WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!”
He noticed Jack had no reaction. Alex continued to scream.
He looked down out at his hand and saw that his skin was slightly transparent. He stood up. His life flashed before his eyes. He was staring at himself in a hospital bed.
“D-do I really..really look l-like that now..?” He whispered, no one could hear him.
He ran out of the building.
He ran so damn far.
He walked for miles until he found a few buildings.
He walked home from memory.
Alex walked into his house, out of breath.
He sat down at his computer chair and slammed his hand down.
Since then there have been reports of people getting viruses and having random files come up of photos of a boy of his description. Nothing has been investigated professionally any further.
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