Summary: I suck at summaries, so I'll just say this. This story contains love, hatred, denial, kidnapping, betreyal, pain,deppression, and death. If you are one of those people that likes happy stories full of pink frosting and happily everafters, I don't quite know what you will think of this. Please R&R! (CodyXOC)
Disclaimer:I don't own any of the characters except some future ones
Pain. Pain is the result of 14 years of being told that you are nothing but a nerd, a dork, a crybaby, and a klutz by someone that deep in your heart, you really do love. It is a gnawing pain of voices cursing you in their own silent way. And it hurts more then physical pain. At least more then any physical pain I have ever felt in my life. The worst part is, there is no aspirin to take away this pain, and it always results in tears. And that makes everyone come on even harder.
"Cody! I beat your score in Zombie's Revenge!" Zack was in a corner smirking. 164,466,121! Lets see you beat that! Its such a big number, I don't even know what its called!"
"One hundred sixty four million, four hundred sixty six thousand, one hundred twenty one." I replied frowning. "And I don't give a shit." I turned away from the TV and stormed into our room, which was once again a complete mess. But this time, I didn't bother to clean it like usual. Instead I lay on my bed and buried my face into my pillow. I could feel tears welding up on my eyes, and I tried to push them away. I couldn't cry. I have cried so much already.
"Dude, are you ok? Like, it was only a high score man." Zack sounded confused. He walked over to my bed and sat on the floor. "Aw man, don't tell me your crying!" Zack shook his head as he stood up. "Dude, somethings been up with you lately. I mean, you were always a whimp and a crier, but you've been acting allweird like all the timelately."
"Its not about yourdamn high score," I said coldly. "And I would appreciate it if you would go play your stupid video game and get out of my face." The words coming from my mouth sounded cold and mean. I could detect a hint of hurt in Zack's eyes, but I felt no guilt. He should have left me alone in the first place. Zack got up and left the room, closing the door hard behind him.
I have heard that writing poetryhelps to pour out all the pain you feelinside you. They say that it is a great vent. I've never attempted poetry, but trying wouldn't hurt. Isnatched my notebook out of my backpack, and an old chewed up pen, and tried to remember what I had read about poetry. Its not about form or anything, but about letting what you feelpour out on the paper. I closed my eyes and took a breath, then began writing.
My heart wails Hardly able to contain A stabbing pain My life will pour out
And bleeds sorrowfully
My eyelids shut
And the pain washes over me
As I sleep alone
I wander the streets of loneliness
My heart's sad cries
With glistening silver tears
At the brims of my eyes
That just can break
It will die
With the smallest scrape
Like no one cares
I'll fall without
Hardly able to contain
A stabbing pain
My life will pour out
I'm bleeding slowly
My life slips away
The world so dully
Fades to gray...
I finished off without writing my name, and then re-read the poem. With that, I came to a conclusion. I can't stay here, I needed to go and find somewhere where I was wanted and needed, and more then second best.
Author's note: Ok, so it wasn't sooooo good. But the story gets better trust me. Please review!