Date: Wed, 21 Feb 2007 19:35:22 -0500
From: phucking.phreak@hotmail.com
Subject: life without you (chapter 1)
Disclaimer: This story is partly fictionnal. Some things in the story are
real while some others were added to make it more interesting. Any
similarities to anyone are purely coincidental.
The story is intended for a mature audience. It may contain profanity and
references to gay sex, straight sex, drug abuse and other harmful
behaviour. If this offends you, please leave and find something more
suitable to read. The author maintains all rights to the story.
Do not copy or use without written permission.
This is my first time writting so I would appreciate constructive
feedback. Also, keep in mind that my first language is french, not english,
so there might be mistakes in the story that I didn't know about. I'd like
to a beta reader. Send comments at phucking.phreak@hotmail.com
Life without you
Chapter 1
Leon sat at his old, crappy desk while doing his best to ignore the teacher
at the front of the class, who was struggling in vain to pass on precious
knowledge about the canadian landscape. He had one white earphone in his
ear and was listening to Velvet Acid Christ's angry lyrics. For some
reasons unknown to him, he couldn't concentrate at school these
days. School had always been boring and somewhat troublesome but at least
he could listen to the teacher's endless rambling if he made an effort. But
not today. He was about to go to sleep on his desk when the the teacher
walked up to him.
"Leon--!" The teacher's voice shouted at him, somewhat very closely to his
very delicate ear. He looked up and shot the teacher the filthiest glare he
could do.
"I'm right here, you moronic idiot. No need to shout, dammit!". He knew
very well that he was going to get in trouble for insulting his teacher but
he really couldn't care less. All he wanted was to get the damn day over
with.
"I'm sure I didn't hear you correctly and you didn't insult me like I think
you did, right?". The teacher had been grateful enough to give him an easy
way out of this situation but Leon felt like fighting with someone, if only
with words.
"Seems like retarded assholes lose their ears before regular people, huh?".
It was enough to send the teacher over the board.
"I've had it with you, young man! I want you to give me your damn iPod and
to go report to the principal's office about your behaviour in my
class". Leon liked it a lot when his teachers sent him to the principal's
office because the teachers didn't follow you to see if you were really
going and they didn't check up with the principal afterward to see if the
students did go. And to top it off, this was the day's last period which
was basically a go-home certificate given to him on a silver platter.
"You're damn good when it comes to make your students respect the school's
ridiculous rules but it seems you're not nearly as good when it comes to
make your student pass with decent grades huh? No wonder why every students
in school and even some other teachers dubbed you "the school's worst
teacher". Bye dipshit!". Leon then rose from his seat and left the
class. He was good at telling off people and he liked it a lot. He went to
his locker to pick up his coat, bag and gloves and left the school.
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He was making his way to the bus stop through the snowstorm and he was
getting pissed because the snow flakes made wet little spots on his
cigarette. As he was taking one last drag, he felt his cell phone
vibrating. He drew it from his pocket and a smile immediately lit up his
face when he saw it was Alex who was was sending him an IM. Alex was his
best friend. They had known eachother for 10 years and they used to hang
out together all the time. Alex had been there for him when things had
gotten rough with his dad. Leon had been there for Alex when one of his
fred died out of a stupid boat accident. They had been one another's
support through hard times. And Alex accepeted Leon's sexuality. When they
were 14 years old, Leon told him he didn't know if he was straight, bi or
gay. Now that they were 16, he was pretty sure to be gay but that didn't
stop him from dating girls from time to time, if only to please Alex. He
knew his best friend would be happier if he was bi instead of gay so he
kept pretending to be something he wasn't.
His smile didn't stay on his face for a long time, though. The IM Alex had
sent him went like this: Sup faggot, wassup? im sorry i have to cancel for
tonight. my girlfriend wants to come over at my place and spend the
night. bye!
"SHIT--!" Screamed Leon at the top of his lung. He then proceeded to kick
the living hell out of the bus stop to unwind. "What a fucker!! I can't
believe he's ditching me AGAIN only so he can go fuck his
cough-diseasecarryingwhore-cough girlfriend! He's done this so often
recently" Thought Leon. He didn't know if he should be pissed or sad. Above
all, he was really confused. He knew it was irrational of him to feel so
jealous of his best friend and that he should've been happy for him to find
a cute girl he liked and who he could have sex with. Truth is: he wasn't
happy about it. At all.
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After spending some time in the bus and in the subway, he finally reached
the appartment building where he lived. He took the elevator and then
walked to his front door and tried to open the door. It was locked, which
meant his mom wasn't home yet. He unlocked the door, walked through the
front door and went to his bedroom to dump his things on the floor. He
looked at the mirror in the corner of the room and, as always, he was
displeased. He never could be satisfied with his looks, no matter what he
did. The teenager looking back at him in the mirror was a tall and thin
boy. Having a weight of only 125 pounds and an height of 5'10'' usually
means you're kinda skinny but he still found himself fat, even after all
the diets he made himself go through. He had black hair with a blond streak
in his fringe and he wore make-up. A LOT of make-up. His eyebrows were
really thin and he was proud of being one of the rare boy who actually
cared about such details. He had hazel eyes that he wished would somehow
turn gray. His style could be described as emo-goth but with a much
stronger goth side. He never wore anything but black since it made him look
thinner.
"No wonder I'm not dating anyone." He thought, while giving his reflection
a look that could've melted ice.
"I've seen people vomit things that looked better than me" He thought
sadly.
He went to his desk and opened The Drawer. The Drawer (always with caps)
was the place where he kept everything that would make his mom freak out if
she ever found out. Condoms, lube, razor blades, cigarettes, drugs -- name
it, it was there. He now had a dilemna to deal with: what should he do now?
He finally settled with the bottle of valium. He took 4 yellow pills from
the bottle and swallowed them. After all the time he spent swallowing
pills, he didn't even need water anymore. He waited for half an hour before
falling into the well-known, sleepy and cozy feeling valium always brought
him. He spent the next 2 hours into mindless oblivion before going to
bed. It was around 7 O'clock when he fell asleep.
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Okay so the first chapter was somewhat short...I'm quite aware of it. It's
mostly meant as a tester. If I get some feedback I'll continue but if only
get bad comments I won't continue. Bye!