Thread: RP: Heart Shape Box ( Horror_Show &  Cryptic Anomaly  )

Daniel was a loner, even before his life, or what was technically called a life fell apart he had always been on the outer. For Daniel life was never easy, even when he tried to make it easy it just didn't work, he remained on the periphery, on the outside looking outwards, he had grown used to it, there were some things he thought an 18 year old should be capable of, knowing oneself was one of them. Now in his final year of high school, this shit hole of a school that his parents worked far too hard to send him too, he would be out soon and he hoped that life could possibly start getting better, although hope wasn't something Daniel was all that great at. He didn't fit in here, a school obsessed with sports and where scholastic achievement or heaven forbid the arts were seen as silly, that said grades mattered to the kids who attended this form of hell, they just didn't care about the learning part, writing essays on topics that they would never truly understand, or even wanted to understand, just so they could get jobs in some kind of white collar production line, churning out reports and statistics on how much work was or wasn't done soulless, mind numbing, pointless. Daniel's own father was a lawyer, a defense attorney, the bad guys paid more of course, he remembered a time when he admired his father's career, until of course he realized his father helped guilty people get away with murder, quite literally in some cases. His mother the dutiful housewife, also owner of a chain of hairdressing salons, again, there was nothing to admire. Daniel did have one friend, his one and only true friend, Sam Watkins, Sam was another loner, an isolated individual, Dan and Sam would write stories and songs together, one day, when Sam was 16 he shot himself, just like that, a bullet in the head, in seconds a life can be wiped out, 16 years of history destroyed with a 25 cent round. He sat in the yard of the school and read the poem he wrote for Sam 2 years earlier, the poem he wrote after Sam's funeral, it seemed to sum up not only Sam's life and how he felt but also himself and the school and how he saw the world. Hypocrites Man, you should have seen it all today, after they found out what you did, chaos, tragedy, sadness, you had everyone playing a part, I wish you could have seen it, maybe you did huh? Girls who never spoke to you were all, Why, why, why and with the crying and drama, I guess you finally got them to pay attention, man, I bet most of them didn't even know you. The guys were all macho and shit, yeah you can guess it talkin' about how you were a pussy and just needed to get laid, like that would have made a difference, I know, I guess they were avoiding the fact they made your life hell. The teachers, oh Dude! They were the best, they took the LIME-LIGHT! Man!! talking about how we should not be scared to reach out, ask for help, the importance of communication, oh man. You did reach out, I know you did man, I saw it, I felt it, I didn't know what to do, I wish I did know, I read your stuff man, yeah even when you were here, I read it. I thought it was great man, that was like your outlet, I could feel your pain, the futility of it all. I remember that day that cute Suzie asked you to move out of her way, she called you sweetie. Yeah she called everyone sweetie, but that made your day all the same. You wrote about that, you spoke about feeling human, she touched you on your shoulder as she asked you to move. Yeah I know she was like an angel to you after that, it didn't take much did it, to make you feel right, just some contact, some warmth, however fleeting, maybe you were thinking of that when you did it. Oh man, I wish you were still here. Not wanting to get too emotional he got up and put his poetry book back in his satchel, Daniel was given a wide berth usually by the predators, they saw him as dangerous and unpredictable, Daniel wasn't of course, he was simply a fucked up reaction to a fucked up situation, he was the very thing that the world had made him and now the world was trying to reject him, trying to make him go away so they wouldn't have to look at him anymore, wouldn't have to deal with him, Daniel made them uncomfortable and Daniel liked that, if there was one thing Daniel liked it was making them uncomfortable. Walking through the school, taking a short cut past the gym change rooms he could hear some noise coming from the girls locker room, male voices, Daniel was rather passive, eerily so at times, today was different though, today was one of those days that made him want to kill and hurt people, bad people, people who got off on causing pain. Walking in he saw the two boys standing there in their towels just moving away from her interrupted by his unexpected presence, a girl was sitting down, it was clear what they had been doing, he looked at them, that look he gave people, that look that said, I don't have to talk because you can see everything I am thinking in my eyes, he felt stone cold as the blood left his body, he felt nothing but hate, violence and homicide, no, what these boys wanted to do was not going to happen. Not now, not today, not ever.