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He’s home after The last Encounter of the year with he’s friend’s Club, they went to a bunch of places to celebrate the New-Years-Eve Eve, because most of them comemorate their family, but one. Upon arrival he tip toed his way to his room, with the intension to keep the silece, but his heavy footsteps didn’t allowed him to be sneaky.
— Joshua, don’t you think its too late to arrive home? It’s 2 in the morning….
—Sorry, dad! I- Me- The boys and I went to some places and lost sense of time! Like- um- The-
— Stop. Its late, I’m tired, Your also tired. Go to your room. Tomorrow you tackle the topic, alright? Go rest.— He said bothered.
His dad gave him the back, he went to his room. He took his coat off and hanged, proceeded to wear off his clothes but a Star-Trek brief, left his clothes in a corner of the room and sit on a bedside chair, in front of a desk.
His room smelled musky, since there’s just him to clean it now, him not exceeding nor dominating this craft of being properly hygenic. T he walls were filled, every single inch, with a poster of something Pop-Culture related. In his desk, a Polaroid on a small frame of a chubby, short haired, dark-blonde kid with glasses bigger than his face, sided at his left, by a Blonde lady with curly hair and big physique, and by his right a tall, narrow faced man with a strip of grey hair in his fringe. Both of them looked to be around his Forties.
His whole decoration would be gone to give pass to an studio when he move to college, his dad said, but it was at least 3 years ago. Since the due date is arriving, he’s enjoying the last moments in the place he had spent most his life.
Out of a drawer at his desk, he pulls a box with a lock, from it he takes a journal. There’s no labeling nor stickers, more than half the pages are empty. The first date was from two months ago, reading “My Way off this Hellpit”. After glancing over it, Josh starts to flip to the next blank page, puts down a date and begins putting his thoughts into words.
“Today is a sad day, but also a victory one! I told my pals and Bill ab my
Admission into a University far in Boston. It’s sad having to say goodbye to Pete and Jer, but I can’t stand the life back in here anymore. We celebrated opening a bottle of some Off-Brand Redbull, maybe thats why I don’t feel like sleeping.
It’s the end of a era, The Dawn of a new One, I wish my mom was here to see what I’ll become.
My dad will be fine, the Boys even more, I hope they go far and beyond…
But Bill I wish he rot’s abandoned, isolated and ill in this piece of forgotten fuck.”
“Jane, what the fuck are you doing awake?!” Bill exclaimed when he got home, scented like a wet rug, upon seeing his sister watching some generic show about goths or witches.
— Mom said for me to wait for ya- Geez Bill, Go take a shower! You smell like you fell in the gutter!
— I was going to take one! Not because you said so… Also, where’s she?
— Sleeping already, You know how late it is?
— … I don’t care! Stop being a Bitch!
— You…! Fuck you too! I just was worrying for ya and that’s how I got treated!
— … Jane, my day was shit! Just- Ugh!— He bickered, crossing the door forward to the bathroom
— Mom is asleep! DO NOT- — *BAM* — slam the door… Shithead.
The hangovered old lady comes to the room and interjects: “Has anything happened? You said to him I was sleeping?” , the girl replies “Yeah, but he’s salty over something I don’t know ” .
In the shower, he sees a greyish substance flowing to the drain, it may be soot, since he fell on a pond around the area of a factory, while getting back home.
Bill is frozen under the waterflow, trying to ignore the intrusive thoughts, covering his eyes to hold back something he don’t yet know. He barely was paying attention when Josh said something along the lines of “I’m going to Boston!”, But why he would go to Boston? How long he gonna stay there? Is he coming back? Does he got family there? When he’s going?~
“I’m overthinking…” He silently whined, Sitting on the shower floor. He could not hold some tears back, which the confused for drops of water out of denial. Off the shower, he tucked a towel around his body and went to his room, but on the way there, he started to ask himself: “What will happen if he isn’t here anymore?” He guesses “ H ow would the Club go without him? H ow empty it w ill be. Nobody w ill care for it anymore, I will never be whole ever again!” “ What could I do?! It all just feels so out of control!~”
The tears roll all over again, but worse. He’s face got red and ached, and in attempt to stop it, he held back and started to hiccup, then Jane started starring at him, she notices there’s something uncommon happening. He ran to his room, desperate. Noticing there’s nothing he can do to stop it, he just gave in to the feeling.
“ Why I feel so bad?! L ike somet hi ng had hit me and broke a bone- No- The feeling is like the end of The World” . H e started to whimper, trying to minimize the hiccups. His hands were shaking and sweaty, “I should have taken a cold shower- God, I feel so puny and Ridiculous! It cant be his Fault?!”, h e thinks to himself.
Someone opens the door: It’s Jane, handling a glass of water.
— Don’t fight me- I’m doing my bare minimun and-
— How much have you heard?! — He growled.
— Of the whimpering? All of it. If you said anything, it was ineligible.
— Oh… *hic* Okay… So why-
— Stupid, I was right there, was I supposed to Not do anyth-
— Okay, O-*hic*-Okay, what you brought?
— …Ugh, a glass of water. If you gonna cry at least stay hydrated.
— Thanks… I guess… — He swirls and swallows the contents of the glass handed by his sister.
— Look, your don’t like to share, and I will respect ya, but lay on your bed and try to sleep. This conversation will die here, unless you prefer otherwise.
— No. I prefer that, I’ll be fine.
— Okay, so, good night.
— Bye.
Jane closes the door, as Bill stands up, a little dizzy, and falls upon his bed. He proceeds to cry himself to sleep.