The Endless Hate ~ Chapter One

Darren got up and rolled around in bed rolling to the direction where his cursed alarm clock was. He pushed snooze instead of turning the alarm off. He fell back asleep just before the stupid snooze had kicked in again. He finally sighed and got up. With his shoulders slumped, he swayed towards his dresser to get some clothes for after his shower. He went through the hallway to the bathroom and cleansed himself in a time of about fifteen minutes. He continued out with his hair wet and went to look for food.1

His mom was awake this morning. He wondered about it for a bit. She wasn't usually up when he was, he woke at 6:00 and that was early for his mom. "What are you doing up?" He asked her.2

"Can't I be up early once in a while?" she asked hoping for a break where she wouldn't have to answer.3

"No." He replied simply. She sighed and answered him saving herself some trouble.4

"I couldn't sleep. Sheesh. What do you have to say to that?" He shrugged ending it himself since his mom failed at it.5

He continued in gathering his food. He got some corn flakes and poured milk on them. He brought them to his room where he ate under consultation of the television. On screen, there was a show he glimpsed. So far in it was about a cutter and her hiding it even through all the signs and wasn't caught. He really didn't want to see that. He hated that. He lost his apetite but continued to eat. He changed to channel, not bothering to finish the program. Now it was a Marvel cartoon that he watched.6

The production was kind of bad but it was better than the cutter. Anything now could be better than a cutter story. He didn't like those stories because it reminded him so much of a relation between the characters and him. He hated pointing out his bad qualities. He didn't cut ever before, but the knives were waiting. It is a darn-good thing he was eating with a spoon.7

He finished a few minutes before having to leave. He gave himself enough time to brush his teeth and gather his needs for school. The lunch card, pencil, pen, paper, etc. He shoved them in his binder with his journal that he was fond of writing in. He set out the door after saying "goodbye" in an unconvincing voice where his mom had a reasonable 'goodbye' to reply to him. After he was out the door, he traveled down the street where his bus stop was located. Darren waited for ten minutes because the bus had been late. He entered the bus and the driver greeted him.8

When he was on, he traveled to the back where his seat was assigned. Unlucky for him, the biggest bully of the school got off of his suspension from the bus. He was sitting right across from Trenton, whom he feared. Darren sat down and got as far away from Trenton as he could, which might have been a bad mistake because when the driver wasn't looking, Trenton crossed the aisle and sat by Darren. He shoved Darren into the window with his shoulder.9

"How is the tough guy today?" Trenton said in a maniacal voice. "Are we feeling lucky? I mean the smartest thing to do would be to give me your money, or something like that."10

"I don't have anything." Darren said unusually strong.11

"Poor you." Trenton took his hand and shoved Darren's head into the window with a really hard thud. "Are we sure we don't have anything?" He said.12

The bus driver yelled to him, "Get back in your seat!"13

"We ARE lucky today. Don't worry. I'll get you and your money tomorrow." Trenton said as he went back to his seat. Darren repositioned so he was more comfortable after that incident. Darren's head hurt really bad. His head against that hard glass sure wasn't an even match. The window wasn't even broken. Unlike Darren.14

He felt broken. He couldn't defend himself. He could only say four words that only made it worse. His confidence wasn't smart. He felt so stupid. He sat there the rest of the ride to school torturing himself, as he usually did. The bus was arriving at school and stopped opening to the brick walls that confined the children for a number of hours. Darren got off and slowly walked to his locker and got to his class way before the bell had a chance to warm up. He was in misery. His own misery.15