Beyond Desperation

Hey Pimd this is the first time I've logged on in srsly two years- I'm a 2nd gen player (old account was TheOneYouWantToBe) who wrote Orphan. Adopted, and Adrenaline. Orphan and adopted won various awards in Pimd newspapers (something that used to be a thing)

Anyway I hope you enjoy.


Chapter One:

A rat scurried through the small trench where the tiles implode under this hallway's lockers. Even the lockers were out of shape- Discolored, rusted, and even bent out of shape. Another blood stain on a white shirt. Another mistake on a perfect painting. My principal fumbled as he tried to enter in my combination and read it off a small printed sheet of paper. Printed. He seriously printed my combo off his computer instead of just copying it down on a note pad. He matched the image he was trying to make of the school. High-tech, smart, and studious. I on the other hand matched what the school really was. Grimy, broken down, and strung out. I knew why my locker was being searched, and they certainly knew about the drugs that they would find inside of it. What they didn't know was that I knew that my locker buddy had reported my locker, and that when I found him, which I would in a couple years, I would find a way to sentence him to the same jail time that he sentenced me to. Finally my locker creaked open and a tin of ash collapsed onto the principal. Instead of setting an annoyance and a stain on his shirt I could have scrapped the drugs, but I wanted to leave the school, and home wasn't where I wanted to go. Hopefully I would be put away for long enough that when I was free I would be old enough to be truly free, away from distractions like classes and 'family'. Alone to play my guitar, make what I need to survive, and live my life the simplistic way possible.

 

Chapter two

"Calm down!" Mom said strongly "It's going to be ok, just relax and let it happen." My body convulsed and surged as more bloodstained food came out. It was the third time I had pushed myself too far- What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but if I didn't stop soon I would run myself into the ground. Something told me that this time I was going to listen. I was going to prove myself a different way. If I couldn't be the strongest, the fastest, the toughest, I could be a living example of someone else's failure. That was the turning point. I nearly died that night, attending too many bootcamps while starving myself. My anorexia stopped on the dot there. Strangely it was my own decision. That's one of my last memories. Being told that I needed to find a way to calm myself. And I found a way alright, infact I was writing this confession BECAUSE of the way I found. Because of the drugs. As I signed my name, Carson E Glavas, I knew that I would never see my family again. They would be kept away from me, blamed for my addictions, and I would be alone, and at peace, what I truly wanted.