Twisted Pair

I always wonder if out there, somewhere. Could someone, anyone, be waiting for me. Either be it in heaven or hell or maybe purgatory. Even Valhalla. It's all the same. There are simply places we go to upon death.

That's another thing. When do we truly die, when he stop breathing? I doubt that. Maybe it's when we stop having the will to live. What if you never had any will to live to begin with? It's all so odd to me, I could never truly understand it.

These are the questions that pop into my head at night, sometimes it may happen during class. And every time they do I can't help but stop and ponder about these very strange questions.

I'm well aware I am not favorited by all, sometimes this fact alone gives me a sense of relief. I wouldn't and couldn't imagine being everyone's first choice. It's almost disgusting to me. I could never imagine myself in a picture-perfect life, and in all honesty, I wouldn't.

All these thoughts rummaged through my head as I gazed at the sight in front of me. A male with blade hair and light blue eyes, almost akin to crystals. He was everything I just said I would hate to be and a whole lot more. This individual goes by the name of Theodore. I forget his last name, more so I didn't have the patience or attention span to give two shits.

Theodore was perfect in almost every sense of the world, and I trust when I say, I do not exaggerate. He had it all, looks, money, grades, morals, even his family was perfect. Of course, these things aren't enough to say someone has a perfect life but it's a few of the more major things I would say.

Theodore stood in the middle of the halls with many girls crowding around him having zero regard for his personal space. There were a few guys who stood next to him as well, all of them cheeking out the girls around them.

I sat a bit away from the group with my legs crossed and my cold palm resting on my left cheek. My elbow pressed into my skin slightly but it caused no discomfort. I held a dink in my other hand periodically sipping on it. I wasn't thirsty it was just for the taste.

As I said before, I would hate to be in Theodore's place. Some may call me weird, stupid, suicidal, depressed, clinically insane, and to those people I would say you are very right. But I also like to say I'm smart, why one may ask?

Because I'm not fucking stupid.

Having to deal with so many people on a daily basis is too much for me. I'm anti-social or anything, I just like to avoid unneeded work. If I don't have to do it and get nothing out of it, I will walk in the other direction with my head held high. Say I'm lazy and I would say you are right once again!

As I was falling into my own mind filled with odd thoughts, some suicidal, I was pulled back to reality. I felt someone sit next to me causing my face to twist into a frown that only deepened when my head turned to the side.

When I turned to the side I was met with Mr. Perfect himself. I just blinked as my lips pressed into a fine line. I didn't like attention, but this fucker was attaching a lot to me. Some of the girls were a bit irritated since Theodore just sat next to this random boy, me, without even saying a word. If only they knew I also felt the same.

Theodore cracked open a soda and looked at me with a friendly smile. I want to stab him with my pocket knife fifty times before feeding his body to the pigs. Gotta cover up the murder afterward, that's just basic knowledge.

"So, Mich was it? You don't really talk all that much, with, well anyone so I forgot." Theodore said with a kind smile. Everyone around snickered at his comment. I was trying to figure out the joke, maybe it was that girl's receding hairline.

"Yes, you got it the first time." I really wanted to stab them.

"Okay, cool. How's it going, you know you're, anxiety, depression, drug and alcohol addiction."

First, I don't do drugs. Alcohol is a definite yes, but not drugs. I've actually only been around any good shit at parties. I never used any but it did tempt me a tiny bit. Alas, I didn't give in.

I was just barely able to hear one his the guys whisper to a girl next to him.

"Let's not forget he went to rehab."

That's the thing, I didn't go to rehab. I don't know why everyone thinks I did but I didn't. Yes, I found definitely go there because I have several problems mentally but I don't. It's not like my parents care anyway. If anything, they would be overjoyed to have me gone.

Theodore didn't seem to hear his friend's comment, or he just ignored what the boy said.

"Good. My day is very good, now can I go?" I said pointing towards a clock hanging on the wall. My class was about to start, but I wasn't going to go. I was probably just going to skip it entirely, or go to the class and sleep there. Either or would world honestly. It's not like my grades are bad.

"Come on man, we have a bit of time. How are your parents doing?" I was getting more and more impatient with this person. Can't he take a hint and let me leave. It's not like I'm stronger than them, just one of these guys could overpower me. I'm well aware of this fact, it's one of the many reasons I like to stay away from them.

"They are doing fine, thank you for asking." My response seemed to of caused a frown to form upon his lips. I'm pretty good at lying so I really doubt he knows I'm not speaking the truth. Before the brute spoke any more nonsense, I hopped to my feet and push through the crowd walking away.

I heard a few of them speak, most of them saying bullshit like how boring I am or something. But I didn't listen. There was no point in it, I'll just have to avoid that group for the next year.

As I walked through the halls I took out a pair of earbuds wanting to block out all the noise. I hate noise, the quiet was always so peaceful to me. Unless it's music. I like music, especially music that I don't understand. Hearing people just spout about random things that have no coronation to each other has always been entertaining to me. I don't question why weird likes and dislikes anymore.

I've learned to just go with it. Never ask questions I know the answer to or don't wish to know the answer to. Simple rules that I set in place for myself. As I gazed down the halls my body suddenly feels weird. I blink a few times trying to catch my bearings my surroundings changed.

My eyes fluttered around the room and everything in it. I turned to the side and was met with a mirror. In the reflection I saw a very small boy in odd clothing, he had silver hair and rainbow eyes. My eyes widened, it didn't take long for me to recognize the person.