Date: Wed, 9 Nov 2011 07:29:05 -0600
From: bubb bubb <acegolfking@gmail.com>
Subject: Desperate Heart 2

MP0;Desperate Heart Chapter II
Nicholas X
Edited by Jeff Loux

This story is 100% true but names have been changed to protect the identity
of those involved. I hope you enjoy this story.

Previously on Desperate Heart:

I woke up so late the next day that no one was in the house. I decided to
go out for a walk to clear my head. I put on my coat and cried a little
still feeling the pain in my heart. I walked out the door and looked back
knowing, if I didn't come back, no one would miss me. I thought about
moving out, moving far away, but it wouldn't matter. I looked forward and
started walking.

--Now back to the story.--
	I walked down the cold streets of Minnesota Falls. It was only
going to be a few days before Winter came, and then I wouldn't be able to
escape my house, except for work. I passed houses filled with happy
families playing games or watching movies together. All I could do was
swear under my breath and long for the day when I too might have a family
like that.
	I walked right by work, and my boss called me to work right then
and there. I decided to work there and get out of the cold. Minutes seemed
like hours, but I knew that I was not going to last much longer at work so
I left. I got home and not a minute later I was yelled at. What else was
new? I apparently didn't cook food for my brothers when they got back home,
and I was told that I am not responsible enough for anything.
	My parents decided to go out for the night and put my youngest
brother, who's 17, in charge of me. I had to do what my brother told me to
do, or I would get yelled at again. It must have been about five hours
later when my parents finally got home. My brother said I did nothing just
to get me in trouble. After about an hour of being yelled at, I went to my
room to get away from everyone. I laid on my bed, opened my drawer, and
took out a bottle of pills. I knew all I had to do was take a handful. I
dumped at least 10 or 11 pills into my hand and brought them to my mouth,
but I couldn't do it. I put the pills back in the bottle and put them away
for a later day.
	I decided to check my e-mail for any good news. All that was there
was spam and a letter from my pen-pal in Japan. I closed my e-mail and
turned on some music to help myself relax. I gradually drifted off to
sleep. I woke up hours later and looked over to see my clock displaying
2:00 AM in bright red numbers. I put on my boots and a jacket and left the
house quietly. I left a note saying I was leaving and not coming back. I
looked back at my house and thought that this would be the day I finally
leave. I walked around for about two hours before I was too tired and
hungry to go on. I didn't have any of my personal stuff with me so I
shamefully turned around and went back home knowing I had chickened out
again.
	I took the note, went to my room, and made the promise that one day
soon I would leave and never come back for good. I checked my Facebook and
saw that Rye had moved out of the state and is now in NY with his new
boyfriend. I closed my Facebook in disgust. Reading a book would clear my
mind; I hoped. Halfway through the book I was tired of it and shut it
sharply, the pages making a cracking sound as they came together. I was too
upset to deal with this drama. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
	I woke up about four hours later and did the morning chores, and
took care of the animals. I was relaxing by 12pm when I heard my favorite
ringtone going off: Don't be a drag, just be a queen.  Whether you're broke
or evergreen You're black, white, beige, Chola descent You're Lebanese,
you're orient.  Whether life's disabilities Left you outcast, bullied or
teased Rejoice and love yourself today 'Cause baby, you were born this way.
	Only one person has that ringtone.  She's the only friend I have
left, and she's at work. I swear I can only talk to Saharah (Don't
ask). She and I are in the same boat, so to speak, expect she was rescued
and is off her boat of secrets. I, however, am still waiting to be rescued.
	We talked for 30 minutes or so before she had to get back to
work. She asked if I could come in later. I said sure, anything to get me
out of the house. I closed my phone and went to lie down and relax when I
heard another familiar tone: Do you remember when you were young, And you
wanted to set the world on fire?  Do you remember when you were young, And
you wanted to set the world on fire?
	"Hi, Joe. How are you?" I asked as soon as I opened the phone.
	"Doing decent, dude," Joe replied
	I remember when I first met Joe. He was talking about starting a
revolution to free people from government mind control. He's crazy, but I
do have things in common with him.
	"Dude you there?" Joe asked in a hasty voice
	"Yeah dude, I'm here. What's up?" I said with no enthusiasm.
	"I think the government has bugged me. There's a black van outside
my place. It's been there for hours!" Joe said with fear in his voice.
	"Dude, that is the Laundromat's van," I said mockingly. "You opened
the doors last time, remember?"
	"Whatever, dude. When I'm strapped to a table with my brain
missing, then you'll be sorry," Joe replied angrily
	"Good luck with that you don't even have a brain," I said happy to
have gotten in my snide remark.
	"Fuck you, dude! I don't see how Rye will ever be yours if you're
going to be a dick to people!" Joe hung up the phone.
	I slammed the phone shut and went to laptop to work on my art. It
was the only thing I could do to keep my mind off the anger I felt for Joe.
	"I hope they do take his brain because he's nothing but a jackass
sometimes," I thought with a little laugh. Two hours later my brothers came
home in a horrible mood. What else is new? They go to school still and get
picked on because I was different in High School. I sometimes feel bad for
them, and sometimes I don't.
	I took care of my brothers needs and helped them with their
homework. About an hour or so later my dad came home complaining about work
and said he was going to lie down. He told me to wake him up in an hour. I
went to my room and grabbed the pills. I knew I had to do it now. I was
tired of all my pain. I dumped the whole bottle into my hand. I was about
to take them when I heard something I wish I hadn't.

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