• It’s cold. Why is it so cold? I really don’t care but because you do, I’ll tell you. It’s raining (in the summer… weird right?), I’m outside, and my umbrella has decided to be stupid and turn inside out. So now you know why I’m cold, wet, and angry at the world. The only thing that seems to shine any glimmer of hope into my life is the fact that school is out and I don’t have to go back to that horrid place until next September

    But enough about my troubles how about we talk about someone else. Happy? Wait, you don’t mean that crazy annoying creature that follows me around do you? He’s the reason I have increases suicidal thoughts. He has blonde hair which blinds me, he’s always smiling which annoys me, and he’s always there which drives me insane. I just can’t get rid of him. The last time I saw I was running toward the bus stop and away from him. That’s the bus stop I am currently at.

    I really dislike this bus stop. Every time I get the weather seems to have it out form me. Sadly there is no over hang to hide me from the elements, so I just wait in the rain until the bus arrives. The bus is an hour late.

    “B.D!!”

    That’s my name. And that’s the voice I’m trying to escape. It’s the bane of my existence. I turn my head to see a smiling, blonde-hair, blue-eyed, soaking wet, mush-ball of happiness sprinting towards me.

    I need to run or hid. I looked around for a convincing hiding spot. There was nothing but a bush and small tree to small to even protect itself.

    “B.D.” the mush-ball yelled, “I found a puppy!”

    Forget it I’m running. As soon I turn heel to run Happy Sunshine catches me by the end of my jacket.

    Weird name right? I thought so too. Turns out his parents named him that “to express their love for mother earth” or whatever hippy saying they used to describe it. His parents other than their strange hippy-ways are always asking me strange questions. “Do you eat meat?” “How may cows have you kill recently?” “Do you drive and harm the o-zone?” Usually I answer no but occasionally they give me a suspicious glance. I really could careless.

    “So what do you say?” He finishes, snapping me out of my inner rant.

    Crap. What he talking? He’s staring at me with those damn eyes. I nod cautiously, unsure of what I’m agreeing to. His smile widens which I didn’t know was possible. I think I just agreed to the wrong thing.

    Happy didn’t say anything else instead he just ran off. He didn’t repeat what he had said early or anything. The sound of his footsteps leaving was like hearing my sanity running away.

    I turned forward and wait for the bus that would never come.
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    I sat on my bed and kicked off my wet shoes silently. After I fell backwards onto my bed, realization hit me. I was doomed. I had made a deal, that I knew nothing about, with Happy Sunshine.

    I usually take a nap around seven when my mom wakes up. As I was beginning to close my eyes my ring-tone rang from my phone. I grabbed he broken, duct-taped, black and green cell phone from my backpack. I check who it was. It was a text message … from the room next door. It was probably my sister trying to warn me that mom was up. I didn’t want to have a family meal. They depress me. Actually everything in this house depresses me. Maybe it's my room since it'sbeen painted black and grey. Then again it reflect me mood.

    I pushed with all my willpower to get out of bed, but it failed. When I don’t get my regular hours of naptime, I become increasingly lazy. I waited until I heard the sound house shoes scuffle across the carpet floor outside me room. I roll over so that I am facing the door.

    I should get up.

    “B.D. Are you in there?” The voice said slightly muffled by the door. I rolled over to put my face in the black futon that cover my bed. I muffled a response. That must have satisfied the person walked away.

    I should get up.

    The sound of something scratching at the door caught my attention. I shuffled my body and rolled off the bed onto the floor. I groaned, letting the feeling of being slammed into the ground pass over. When the aching stopped, I crawled over to the bottom of the door frame. I grabbed the handle while still lying on the ground. I know it wasn’t smart but I was too tired to care. I pulled and swung the door open. I smack me right in the face. I yelled and cover my face with my hands.

    “You stupid cat!” I yelled. The black cat waltzed in to the room and climbed on the bed as if nothing had happened. I had named Homicide when I was two. He is the oldest and laziest of the cats I own (don’t get me wrong, I don’t own a bunch of cats like some crazy cat-lady). My other cats have similar names,Genicide and Suicide, but the only one that likes me is Homicide.

    It took time to get up off the ground because my face was in such severe pain. When I finally crawled back to my bed me sister burst into the room.

    “Mama wants to see you!” she yelled before slamming the door and running down the hall.

    Dang it.

    I got up and looked at myself in the mirror. I was nothing spectacular. In fact I don't even know why so many girls like me. I was tall, about 6’ 7’’ with a lengthy build. My hair wasn’t short and I gotten got in trouble for it at school multiple times. It was dark black, even though nobody else in my family carried the same hair color. Sadly I’m the only “man” in the house right now because my dad is off on a business trip.

    I lazily walked out my room and blindly ran into the wall across from me. I groaned before turning and walking down the hallway. I didn’t want to but I glanced at the hall clock.

    10:00 pm

    Dang it.

    As I walked into the kitchen I noticed my mom reading at the table. She didn’t look up, but I knew that she knew I was here. She turned the page of her newspaper before talking.

    “Dinner’s already been served. If you want something you’ll have to make it yourself.”

    Great, she was angry at me or skipping a family dinner again. Looks like I’m not eating tonight. I turned, about to go back to my room, when my mother clears her throat. “By the way, someone’s here to see you,” she said and turned another page.

    I gave her a long stare before walking into the living room. Who would visit someone’s house at 10:00 at night? I turned the corner into the living room to see a smiling face blonde.

    I knew it.

    “Hey, B.D. Ready to go?” Happy said getting off the couch.

    What was he talking about? Was this what I had agreed to earlier? I hope not. I’m already tired from not being able to take my daily nap and now this. Too much for one day if you ask me.

    “… How about that?” he finished looking at me for an answer.

    Crap, I wasn’t paying attention again! I really need to work on breaking that habit.

    “Sounds good to me,” I say not caring anymore.

    He, again, gives me that annoying wide smile, grabs my hand,and drags me out the door. I shout bye before leaving but I know my mom doesn’t care about me leaving or staying. He dragged me out to the street, made a sharp left and picked up his already fast pace. I glare at the back of his head angrily. This was stupid. I should be allowed to at least know where I’m going. No better time then the present.

    “Where are we going?” I asked.

    “To a party remember? It’s Cindy’s birthday!”

    I glare harder. I glare so hard I made sure his future children could feel me glare of hatred.

    I... hate... Cindy V. Morgin. She’s a brown-haired, thick-rimmed, constant high-pitch yelling freak (AKA: a fangirl). Although she’s not a loud and cheery as Happy Sunshine, she annoys me more. She’s overly dramatic and can’t speak one word with out breaking the sound-barrier of my eardrums. I sometimes want to punch her straight between the glasses. She’s constantly bumping into me. I can’t wear any of my good shirts round her with them getting stained. I hate Cindy.

    When I broke from my ranting streak, I realized we were in front of Cindy’s house. Nothing spectacular. Brick walls lit with windows made is look European. I couldn’t hear any music and I didn’t see any people. I stood there until I felt Happy trying to push me forward.

    I may not look like it but when I don’t want to go somewhere (I mean really don’t want to go) it takes a lot of force to move my body. I moved one large step and Happy fell onto the ground. I stifled a laugh as he leapt up not bother to dust of his shirt.

    “C’mon, we’re going to be late!” he said, once again trying to push.

    “Late!?” I asked staring at the house in front of me, “Nobody’s here…”

    “Shh! Don’t mention that to Cindy! She thinks we are taking her to her party but it’s just a dance club with lots of people. She’ll probably get drunk and not notice anyways but…”

    That’s where I tuned out. So that's it. I knew Cindy was a freak but i didn't know she had no friends. And blondie felt sorry for her. Eh, goody goody.

    I walked up the steps subconsciously. I walked toward the door but didn’t ring the door bell. I had three seconds before Happy did. I could run right now and forget the fact that I was ever here. But by the time my brain caught up with my actions a little girl answered the door. The girl was probably four or five years old with her hair placed in pony-tails. She looked owlishly up at me and Happy. I should have made a creepy face.

    Happy leaned down and patted her head. “Can you go get Cindy for me?” he asked politely.

    The little girl nodded. She turned around. “CINDY! YOU’RE FRIENDS ARE HERE!” she shouted. I could tell right away she was Cindy’s sister, same piercing high-pitched voice.

    I glared at the girl as she ran back into the house. We waited outside for five minutes. I wasn’t cold but I could tell by the way Happy was shivering in his t-shirt that is must have been 30 degrees outside. iI threw my jacket at him and he put it on quickly. I don't get cold so this chill didn't bother me.

    The sound of clucky thick combat boots caught my attention. Cindy came. She was wearing a pink party dress and black combat boots. She smiled shyly behind her mess of brown bangs. For some reason she wore contacts instead of her glasses.

    “Thanks for walking with me to the party, guys,” she said. When she caught sight of me her face stained the color pink. “H-hey Black Death!”

    Yeah if you haven’t noticed that’s what B.D. stands for. I was originally named that and can't change my name in any way (according to state law). What parents would name their child Black Death? Mine.

    I didn’t respond only stared silently. She didn’t understand the complication of my mind. She couldn’t understand me. And I hated her for trying. I moved to the side and let her walk past me. Happy closed the door and walked down the steps, wrapping his arms around himself and warming himself in my jacket.

    I sighed and trailed behind them. Happy Sunshine and Cindy talked amongst themselves, so I tuned them out. It was a rather long walk. Walks this long made me wish I could drive a car, preferably a black one.

    When they stopped, I bumped into Cindy in surprise. We were outside a run-down gas station. They had long since turned it into a dance club. Not only that but is was only dark place I constantly tried to avoid. All the loud noises and all the loud people, not my style. I didn’t expect that Cindy would do to a place like this. I was about turn and make a run but once again I was being dragged by Happy and Cindy.

    to be continued...