Chapter 8 : The Omen

I became a vegetable today. I broke my left arm while wrestling another school. The guy I was wrestling was in the same weight class as I am, 126 lbs. He DEFINITELY did not look no where near that weight. Not only that, the guy was built as a freaking tank! He aggressively speared my legs and threw me all over the place as if I was some old rag. I wasn't able to land properly and therefore lost my left arm. They just patched me up with an arm cast and wasn't able to wrestle anymore. I blame myself for being horrible in the team, I deserved to get my arm broken like a toothpick.

It's a brand new year and it is already getting from bad to worse. I did spent the Christmas Eve with Layla. I told her how I felt. I told her everything.

"If I weren't with anyone else right now, I'd give you another chance." she responded, "Matt, you are a sweet guy. I'm sorry for causing all this."

Another chance?
What did she meant by that?
Did I do something wrong to her?
I don't understand.

After that day, I haven't heard from her. It has been weeks already. I tried calling, but nothing. She hasn't even replied to any of my text messages. Did I messed things up by telling how I feel? Does she even cares about me? She must. After all, she was the one that called me to see me. I just don't understand.

It's barely the middle of the day, but it was hard to tell with all the clouds covering the sun. Walking home by myself in the cold winter wasn't such a good idea. So cold I couldn't feel my left arm anymore.

HELP! SOMEONE HELP!
I heard screams coming from a nearby alley. A black hooded person was on top of a girl ripping her clothes off. The girl was about my age. I had to do something.

I tackle the guy down. I felt like I was back in wrestling. The girl was able to take off with her belongings. I wasn't able to move how I use to with my broken arm. It almost been a minute and the black hooded person was still resisting. At that moment, he was able to reach through his back side to pull out something.

BANG

The only noise I remember hearing. I see him get up and disappearing within the snowy mist. I tried to get up, but my whole body became paralyze. I wasn't able to move. I look down and all I see is red. It was all over my hands and on my abdomen area. This is where my life ends. In an alleyway.

My eyesight was slowly fading, everything becoming blurry. My eyes were slowly closing, but I was able to see a dark outline of a person next to me. Yellow glowing eyes glaring back at me.

Then there was only darkness...

Chapter 7 : The Unexpected Winter

I really don't like winter. The icy cold air felt like knives stabbing me. My winter vacation just started, now I can play Battlefield 3 with Derek and Max. We would fool around flying jets, choppers, and what not. Derek would always go kamikaze on the enemy; such a troll. In the end, we would always be at the top of the scoreboard.

In three days, it will be Christmas. It's late at night and I was playing Battlefield 3 with the guys. My cell phone started ringing. It's Layla. She wants me to go over her house and spend Christmas Eve with her and her family. I obviously said yes. I now have the chance to see her once more. I never felt so excited like I do now. I'm acting like a girl picking what clothes I should wear that day.

Should I tell her how I feel about her?
Should I tell her that she's the only girl I want to be with?

No. I shouldn't persuade her to be with me. Like I said before, I am no good for her. She deserves better. As much as I'd love to be with her, she shouldn't be with someone like me. Sometimes I wonder if it would end up like The Lady and the Tramp. I should just act cool and just be friends.

Oh what am I saying!? I NEED HER!

Dark Souls (6)

Chapter 6 : The Newb

I was a rag doll. I was literally being moped all over the mat. I felt like a complete newb from a video game, except this wasn't a game. Three weeks through wrestling practice and I still had trouble getting off the bed. I walked down the hallways of my school as if I had a baseball bat shoved up my... well you know what I mean. Other kids looked at me weird just because of that. The worse part is, I had to continue going to practice with my body being horribly sore. Derek on the other hand, had it easy. He was  one of the best wrestler in the team, but that's because he always had his brother to train with. Our team was based on ten other wrestlers.

Wrestling wasn't much of a 'big deal' for the rest of the school, even though we worked our asses off. "After wrestling, life is easy." coach kept saying. Those words stayed in my head like glue.

My actual weight is 133 lbs. and I had to wrestle in 126 lbs. so I had to lose  almost 10 pounds. It wasn't easy for me since I was already skinny. I didn't had much of a choice since I was the only person near that weight class. Not only that, but I couldn't go in a decent diet; I only had junk food back at home. We couldn't afford much groceries, so what ever my parents brought home from work I'd eat it or starve to death.

It's 8:47 pm, coming from our first meet. I lost, obviously. Only lasted half a minute in the match; very embarrassing. My face is in so much pain from getting cross-faced multiple times. I almost started to look like Sylvester Stallone. Now I'm in the bus resting my head against the window looking up in the moon. I lost my intention in playing any games tonight. I just want to take a warm shower, eat , and sleep like there is no tomorrow.

Chapter 5 : The Friend

Derek is my personal comedian and also my friend. I've known him since sixth grade; although, we rarely talked back then. He had the body of an athlete with long black curly hair up to his neck. Because of his curly hair; all his friends gave him the nickname "Kurly" with a "K". I guess it's because he's one hell of a guy. We bonded even more once I found out he is a gamer like me. But don't get me wrong, he can sometimes be very stubborn.

"Hey Matt, I'm going to join the wrestling team with my older brother. You want to join?" said Derek giving me a pedophile look. I swear, he always makes the most hilarious faces just to kill myself from laughing out loud.

I never been in a sport in my entire life. But this can be an opportunity to change my life around. I could have the chance to be 'someone'. Not only that, but I can possibly get strong enough to defend myself. And who knows, maybe 'she' will be able to notice me..

"Yeah, I think I'll join." I replied without hesitation. "But I don't know how to wrestle. You think I'll still be able to join?"

"Yup. The coach will teach us from the basics. Oh yeah, wrestling starts next week, so start getting ready."

Was I really making a good decision here? Guess I'll have to wait and see.

Chapter 4: The Past

I remember when I was like my brother, Max. I had quite a bouquet of friends. I was very chatty and highly out going. Practically I was a kid, but after eighth grade; I was completely a different person. Like any other person, I also had a past that changed me.

Her name is Layla. The only person a had ever fallen in love. I first laid my eyes on her since seventh grade. She had a surprisingly talent on her painting skills. She knew how to wield that paint brush as if it were her own toothbrush. Every time I looked at her, my eyes were filled with such beauty. The way her long silky black hair would sway side to side was distractingly amazing.

I never had the audacity to go up to her and ask her out. She was way out of my league. The more time I kept thinking about her, the faster my heart would beat as if I were on some adrenaline rush. I wasn't the guy to believe in "love at first sight", but with her it was completely different. I HAD to ask her out.

Eighth grade came by and I couldn't wait any longer. I made my first move and by the time I noticed, we became friends. Valentine day was around the corner which was perfect for asking her out.

With the little money I had, I bought her a small stuffed puppy. It wasn't much but I really wanted to give her something. Then the day came.

"Will you be mine?" I murmured to her and showed her the stuffed animal. Such simple words. I just froze there waiting for the rejecetion.

"Of course I'll be yours!" she said as she embraced her arms around me. She looked so happy holding the stuffed puppy.

"What shall we name it??"

"How about, Teddy?" I replied

"Teddy it is!" she said smiling at me

I never been so happy. I felt like I had it all. After that day, we've been going out for half a year.

Then one night I recieved a phone call from her.

"We need to talk"she muttered over the phone. Everyone knew what that meant. I knew what meant. She was leaving me. Why? I don't know. She didn't gave an explanation.

"I understand." I told her. But in reality, I actually didn't understand it.

Days passed by after that night. I told myself that it wasn't a big deal; I might find someone better. Weeks became into months. Then I started missing her. I realized that there wasn't going to be anyone else. She was the one my heart wanted. There's no way I'd find someone better then her. I needed to go back with her.

It was too late. She was with someone else. I never been so afraid in losing her. I became weak. Useless.

Here I am now, a sophomore. Still wondering why she left me. Was I ever enough for her? Was I too immature? Will we ever get back together? Will I ever be happy again?

These questions still wonders around my head daily.It's strange how most of my memories are a blur, but the ones involving her are crystal clear.

Chapter 3 : The Family

"Brother! You're home! Let's play some xbox! Yeah?!?"

Is what my brother, Max, would usually say when I get back from school. A ten year old boy that wants to be like his older brother. Even though we're just five years apart, he treats me like I'm in my twenties. The youngest brother, Andrew, is four years old, still a toddler. I don't have to worry about him. Need to make sure Max goes the right path. Maybe, that's the reason why I'm living.

Today is Saturday! That means I can now have some peace and quiet from school. Unless my mom makes us do some lame chores around the house.

"Brother! Wanna' come to the mall with my friend and I?" said Max, bursting through my door. "We're going to get a new game, maybe you'll give us some choices on what to buy."

I never liked going to the malls because I would always bump into some annoying people from school. Not only that, but I would also see couples everywhere. Something from the past that I really don't want to bring up because it brings me such yearning.

"Look Max, you know I don't.." then it hit me. If I stay home, mom would totally going to make me do something. Can't let that happen. "You know what, I'll go with you Max." "Awesome! I'll go call my friend that we're on our way."

Maybe I could buy myself something nice. Nope, what am I saying. I'm a poor old beggar. I should really start looking for a job.

Chapter 2 : The Loner

A week has past already. Time is going by fast, which is good because I really want this year to end. I just want to go home and turn on my Xbox360.

Most of my classes are noisy. Everyone talks except me. They had their friends and I had no one. I did had some classes with my friend, which is nice because I had someone to talk to. Either way, I was mostly by myself. I could go up to someone and make friends, but decide not to. I guess you can say I'm a picky person. I was the gamer type of guy. Almost felt like I was the only gamer person in the entire school.

All they were interested in was basketball, soccer, football, relationship, partying, getting drunk, getting high, sex. The common lifestyle. Some people even consider me as the "weird" or "awkward" guy just because I wouldn't talk.

 You could walk into my class and you would see small little groups here and there. Then you would see me in the way back just doing my class work. The only reason why I do my class work is just to waste time. I was no smart person, but I sure was smart enough not to get involve with stupid stuff.

 Sometimes I wonder if I even belong to this civilization..

Chapter 1 : The Sophomore

"Matthew! Wake up!"

"Whaaa?.. What's going on?" I see my mom standing beside me, shoving me off the bed. Her maroon silky long hair was all over the place, but that's how it always was after she got out of bed.

"Time to start your first day of high school as a sophomore." she said with a smirk on her white pale face.

"Highschool" was something I didn't want to hear for a every long time. I was never a morning person. Waking up anytime before 12p.m. was never my thing. Playing video games late at night was always a huge habit of mine.

My bathroom was across my room, so it wasn't much of a struggle for me. There I would wash up and fix my messy hair. When I was a freshman, I had my black straight hair up to my eyes. Kids kept calling me "emo" just because of it. So then I cut it. Not because they were calling me names, I cut it because it was alot of work keeping it neat. So now I'm sticking with my medium length hair. Now I don't have to bother fixing it as much.

My eyes made me look like a walking corpse. Basically, that's how I look like with my skin light as my mom's. And to top it off, I was also skinny and tall which definitely made me look dead.

"School is such a drag.." I kept telling myself, but with that in mind I started heading out the door. I always walked to school alone. I use to walk with my only friend, but ever since he moved farther away from school he had to go by car. My house was a couple blocks away, so it felt more like a walk in the park.

It only took minutes when I got around the last corner. I felt like turning back, but it was too late. There it was. Lake Forest High School. My high school..

The Dream

The sun has never been so bright before and there wasn't even a single cloud on the sky. I'm laying on the floor, grass all around me. I felt so heavy that I coudn't even move a single muscle on my body. I see my brother next to me, holding my hand with tears bursting out of his eyes. I was completely lost on what exactly was going on.

Then I saw her. Standing behind my brother. The only person I couldn't imagine seeing. She looked like as if she had cried an entire river. I had never seen her like that. Her lips started moving, but no sound came out from her mouth. I had never concentrated so hard on her lips before. Trying to read what she was saying.

And then I finally figured out what she was trying to tell me...

An idea

I've had this story I've been wanting to write for about 4 years ago,  so now I'm going to start typing it down
Enjoy!