Date: Sat, 28 Jan 2006 13:38:48 -0800 (PST)
From: Ryan Hinshaw <rymax2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Mt. Pishgah
This story is 100% copyright. I invented it over a period of two
weeks while wandering the halls at my school during lunch. The Secret
Stairwell from part 2 is based off of an actual almost hidden stairwell at
my school. All of the names I use are real hot boys at my school, except
for Mike. There is a boy who sits alone but I don't know his name
(although I do fantasize about me and him alone)...any similarities are
coincidental.
I apologize for the length between the posting of part 2 and the
posting of this story. I have been sick so I haven't been typing.
Previously on Fantasies:
He smiled, kissed me, and got out. I watched him walk up the path
and into the house. The door shut and he was gone. I just sat there for a
few moments. It's funny how you think back on stuff and say how you wished
you would've done something different. That's how I would feel in a couple
of days. If I had known certain events were going to happen in two days I
would have said some better words to Mike as he got out of my truck. But
as everyone has told me, how was I supposed to know that was going to be
the last time I would ever see Mike conscious again?...
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I had given Mike a ride home from school on a Tuesday. Moments
before, I had fucked him on top of one of the tables in the lunch room. As
I drove away, I was glad that I had gotten to him and befriended him before
The Bad Group did. The Bad Group was two boys: Dustin and Garret. Every
lunch they snuck off somewhere to snort, chew, smoke, drink, and do
anything else possible to their bodies. And they were always looking for
new comers. I knew that if they befriended Mike before me, Mike would too
join the sinister evil of drugs.
That Wednesday at school was normal. I went to class, to lunch (I
didn't see Mike as he only had lunch at South on Gold days), and then I
went home. I was glad that I would see Mike again tomorrow. I wanted him
to come out as well. By this point I was out to practically the entire
school. And I was dating the hottest boy in school, Tyler. Tyler had
started to sit at my usual table during lunch after our little "visit" to
the Secret Stairwell. We had moved our usual table also. Normally it was
close to the lunch line so we could get some food and sit. We decided to
move it closer to the doors to the lunch room so we could get out faster
when we were done. Our table was now two tables away from the entrance to
the gym. And because of that, I overheard the conversation that changed my
life.
Two boys came out of the gym. They were The Bad Group, Dustin and
Garret. They were smiling and stuffing plastic bags back into their
pockets. They reeked of smoke and beer. Dustin turned to Garret and
spoke.
"Oh my god," he said, "did that just happen?"
"I think so," said Garret. I can't believe that he was gay. And he
shaved his...you know!
"Who does Mike think he is? Trying to tell us he's gay. And after we
let him drink from the same bottle as us and let him try our joint!" said
Dustin.
"Well I'm sure he won't try anything like that again anytime soon. I
hope us beating the shit out of him teaches him a lesson."
"Maybe," said Dustin, "but I doubt it because he smoked and drank a
lot and he was pretty much already unconscious when we left."
I jumped up so suddenly many people turned to look at me, but
thankfully Dustin and Garret took no notice.
"What's wrong?" asked Tyler, with deep concern in his voice.
"I think Mike's in trouble!" I said and dashed off towards the gym
doors.
I pulled them open and peered inside. Across the entire length of the
gym and on the floor lay somebody surrounded by various items. I knew it
was Mike before I even started running over to him. As I got closer the
items revealed themselves. They were some beer bottles, some joints, a
lighter and a bag of green stuff.
Mike was covered in bruises (from Dustin and Garret) and his face was
almost blue. I knew he wasn't breathing.
"NO!!!!!" I screamed as tears poured down my face like a waterfall. I
dropped to my knees and felt for a pulse. He had one. I listened for
breathing just in case. None. So I did what I was taught in Health in 7th
Grade. I began giving him mouth to mouth. I encased his now tear covered
lips with mine and started to blow air in.
"Help!!!!!" I screamed, "help!!!!!"
A teacher suddenly walked in.
"What are you yelling abo.....?"
"He's not breathing!" I yelled. "Call 911!!"
She rushed over and pulled out her cell phone and called. When the
ambulance arrived I was hugging Mike and crying.
"Don't die! Don't die. I need you!"
The paramedic had to drag me away. My world ended 5 minutes later
when he looked up and silently shook his head no. I collapsed on the
ground crying. I didn't care who was watching. I just cried until I was
all cried out. The teacher that called 911 led me to the counselor's
office where the counselor was waiting to talk to me. Three days later I
attended Mike's funeral at Mt. Pishgah cemetery...
I stood with his mom on my left and Tyler on my right. I was holding
both their hands and I was crying into Tyler's shoulder. Then, ever so
slowly they lowered the coffin into the ground. It was like saying goodbye
one last time...
As the funeral ended Tyler looked at me.
"Do you know who caused this?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Who?" he asked.
"Dustin and Garret from The Bad Group."
"Do you want revenge? Revenge is wrong but right now, all I care
about is helping you get it."
"Of course I want revenge. And you're going to help me?"
"Yes," he said, "but how do you want to get it?"
"I don't know yet. But," I said with a firm tone, "when I go back to
school, I am going to see to it that Dustin and Garret get exactly what's
coming to them..."
The end of the trilogy.
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Thanks to Nifty for posting these. I'm thinking about writing more stories
and I want your feedback, good or bad. Thanks.