Plot Twist

One- Best Friends Always Have Your Backs

POV//: Blake Falser
I woke up in the middle of the night, sweaty, and gasping for air. My heart was beating at a rapid pace, and I was sure it would soon jump out of my chest.

I wrestled my way out of my blankets, and sat on the edge of my bed, my breathing was heavy, and I struggled to calm myself.

This was the third time tonight, I complained to myself as I hit my self in the head, with the palm of my hand. I just wanted the monstrous images out of my head already.

My eyes wondered over to my digital clock, which sat atop of my nightstand, as I wondered what time it was. The clock flashed six o'clock in a blue hue and I sighed deeply into my hands.

I might as well get up already, I thought to my self, as I sluggishly made my way to my dresser.

I turned on the lamp on top of the light blue dresser, I was standing in front of, and flinched at its brightness. I blinked a few times as I got used to the lighting before I searched for something to wear.

I pulled out a pair of black jeans, with holes at the knees, hence pulling out a mid thigh black T-shirt to match my pants.

I grabbed a pair of blue boxers before going into the bathroom that was across from my bedroom.

As I set my clothes onto the toilet, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I flinched. I barely recognising my own reflection.

The person standing in front of me has red, tiered, dark brown eyes. Their bags under their eyes were huge from the sleep they unsuccessfully tried to get. They had light brown hair that was messy; due to the amount of movement they had from earlier on that night. Their skin was pale, a little to pale and their body was scrawny. I picked up my shirt only to see my ribs and the scars from cutting myself.

I stopped cutting a few months back, but the scars stayed, my arms were covered in them as well, bringing me back to the horrid memories.

I gave my reflection a sad look before I stripped my clothes off, and I started running the warm water. I walked into the tub, almost immediately the warm water soaked my body, relieving me from the restless night.

I soon stopped the shower and dressed myself before realizing that my red, puffy  eyes had disappeared, as well as my bags, though they were still noticeable, they were better than before. As for my hair, it was wet so it wasn't as messy. The curls just hung off my eyebrows, barely visible for my eyes to see.

I tried to spike it up with the little hair gel I had, but it soon did its own thing. I liked it, but I knew people would stare. I decided against combing it down, not really giving two shits if anyone actually cared about how my hair looked.

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With a lot of effort, I made my way out of my room and into the kitchen, where my parents sat; talking about my brothers achievements.

They ignored my existence as I ignored theirs. I grabbed a bowl and my favorite cereal, but before I actually poured cereal into the glass bowl my mother spoke.

“Don't eat it all, Jake,” My mother warned and I flinched at the name she called me.

My name is Blake, and her not saying the name she gave me at birth hurts. I don't know why I seem like a waste of space in her eyes.

“I won't,” I responded, my voice quite gruff from speaking so early in the morning.

“Well, you have been gaining weight, it wouldn't be a surprise if you ate the whole box,” My father sneers, and I hesitate to pick up the box of Cheerios again.

I look at my wrists, my wrists were bony but they were growing a little meat, due to me eating again. I was a survivor of anorexia and if I hadn't eaten how I was for the past month, I wouldn't know if I would have survived.

I snapped out of my daze and I clench my teeth, “Are you kidding me? I suffered from anorexia, and you somehow have the nerve-” I start and my father gets up from his seat and I stop immediately regretting what I said.

“Get you're fat, disappointment ass out of my house,” He yells at me, and my brother runs into the kitchen. My eyes dart to him, wishing that he didn't have to always worry about me.

“Hey, hey, what's going on?” My brother, Charlie asked concern written over his face.

“Its nothing,” My mum lies and gives me a hard look. Signaling me that I should go.

“I-I-I was just about to leave,” I stutter, as I pick up my black bag and head out of the door.

I hear footsteps behind me, so I run out of the door not knowing that those footsteps were Charlie's.

I ran to my bus stop, the kids at the stop gave me strange looks before going back to whatever they were doing.

The kids at the stop were actually in middle school, so its not until the bus comes, when the drama really starts.

I waited patiently for the bus, it's not like I wanted to get on the bus any faster than I really had to.

My friends were at school, though we became very distant through out highschool. It is our last year together before I get to move out of this awful state and move to California to be a DJ or maybe a writer, I haven't really decided yet.

The bus comes to a stop in front of me, breaking me away from my thoughts. I brace myself for the worst.

As I step on the first step the bus lady sends me a smile and tells me a “good morning,” I respond back with the same response, before moving to the second stair.

Now, people are in my view, then I spot Jeremy Hazioko and his gang. Its not even a second when him and his group spot me, he gives me a mischievous smile, and I take another step before walking carefully through the aisle, not wanting to trip over anyone's feet. I make my way into an empty seat, thankfully it wasn't by Jeremy.

Unfortunately, as soon as the bus started, he made his way to my seat.

“Looks like you tried to do your hair,” He said and he put me in a head lock and pulled at my curls. His arm went tighter around my neck and I struggled to breath.

“L-l-let-let go o-of-of me,” I gasped as I tried to wrestle out of his grip.

“Oh come on, this is fun,” He laughed but stopped as I finally got my self out of his strong grip.

I backed away from him as I struggled to breath. My eyes were wide and my neck was probably bruising.

“I-I couldn't b-breath,” I gasped and he chuckled at my how flustered I was.

“I kn-know,” He said making fun of my stutter.

“Stop,” I whimper and he gives me another, soft chuckle. People were already staring at what's unfolding. Some had frowns others with confusion covering their faces, but others had full on smiles. No one tried to attempt in stopping Jeremy, from attacking me.

But they encouraged it.

“Fight! Fight! Fight!” A few kids started cheering before it went around the whole bus.

“N- no- no do- don't, please, ” I beg as I tried to go through the side of the bus, as he moved towards me

He raises his fist, and I covered my face. But it never came in contact with me, I looked through my fingers to see my best friend, Michael Warner. He was holding Jeremy's fist in his hand, Jeremy's face was pale and he looked like he couldn't have regretted something more than bothering me at the moment.

“You better move from this seat before I kick your ass,” Micheal speaks deadly calm, most of the students look away knowing better not to get involved, but his friends stared at us as Jeremy runs down the aisle and back with his group of fakes.

My breathing was still heavy and tears were running down my face, I was shaking badly. I felt Michael put his hand on my shoulder.

“You okay, man?” He asked and I quickly whipped my tears away.

“S-sorry.. I-I-I I'm fine,” I let out, and he sits next to me.

“Does he do that every day?” Michael asked and I shake my head. He set his bag on the floor and looked back up at me expectantly.

“Just occasionally, whenever he feels like it,” I respond, before I let my head rest against the seat.

“You can't let him do those things to you-”

“I try to fight against him, I do. Its just.. He's so much more stronger than I an,” I interrupt him and he let's out a small sigh.

“You need to get into some sport that would be able to help regain your strength... Did you eat today?” He asked out if nowhere and shake my head no. He was one of the friends I told, that I was struggling with anorexia. I was kind of happy that he cared about my well being.

“My parents started talking about my weight, ” I whispered and he huffed agitated by my parents stupidity.

“You know you can stay at my place any time, right?” He asked and I nodded. He always told me that when I he found out how my parents treated me.

“Would they allow you to come over to my house?” He asked and I shrugged. I haven't really thought about it.

“I've never really asked, but I doubt they would care,” I said and he thought for a moment.

“I'll ask my parents if you can stay over for awhile, but what kind of sport do you think you should be in?” He asked and I thought about it.

Swimming is a no, to much skin is shown. Basketball is also a no, I'll get trampled from all the tall kids. Soccer, maybe. Football is an absolute hell no, I need to be burly for that. Soccer... I think to myself before realizing Michael can't hear my thoughts.

“Oh, soccer probably, ” I reply with a shrug and Michael nodded.

“Do you want to join a team together?” He asked me and I nodded, up for that challenge.

“Cool, meet me after school,” He said after the bus came to a full stop.

He got up from the seat, allowing me to go in front of him so I wouldn't be trampled by everyone behind him. I walked off the bus and into the building I won't ever come back to in a year.

I walked to the breakfast line wondering if I was up to playing soccer.

Than I spotted Jeremy...

AN:
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