Chapter 0:

Truly, Time Hurts

Schrodinger's Cat


About 2 years ago, I had a friend. He was one of the nicest people I've ever met. I never thought someone could ever even help me after my father tortured me day and night. He was always there for me. I still remember his brownish hair and brown eyes. I was always happy to spend time with him. He was always ready for anything. Well... Almost everything. I also had another friend; she was also very nice. She helped me forget my marks left from being at home. I will never forget her cold dead light green eyes. Her long and wide smirk whenever she did something silly or... Not so silly. Her black hair that would always touch the floor and could wrap around my neck at any moment. I loved both as friends. They were my ones and only friends. There was only one problem, she hated my other friend. My father didn't like me having friends because they could tell lies. They can tell dirty lies that could ruin someone forever. I always hated him for saying that someone could ever be like that. I just hated him for being such a terrible person. And yet he was right.

One day, the girl told everyone that the guy was trying to bully her and always was hitting her. She even had the marks to prove it. That day after school ended. A group of guys chased him and beat him up. After that, he was chased over near my house which was a long way from the school. The girl followed the guys. With a smirk on her face, she giggles as they get up to the house. I'm inside the house laying on my bed- on the floor. I hear my dad mumbling out of frustration and grabbing his gun. The girl comes up to the door and begs for him to help them. She tells my dad that there's a criminal trying to kill her in the bushes. I run up out of my bed to see what's going on and I see someone in the bushes outside of our home. He loads his gun. My friend peaks his head. I beg my dad to stop, he pushed me away. He aims his gun. I yell and scream for him to leave my friend alone. He fires. It hits. Everyone scattered. It was silent. I run under my dad's legs and go outside. He chases after me. I go where he shot.

I look at his body and he asked me to take care of his only pet. His cat. My dad starts freaking out and having a meltdown. He lashed out on me and blamed all of this on me. And for once, I felt like he was right. I let it happen. Soon after the cops found me, my dad, and my friend near each other and took us in for questioning. He was arrested for murder and domestic abuse. My mother at the time was always busy with work around the world, but when this made headlines, she was back home faster than any plane could be. She took me and we moved to another part of the town far away from that house. Later that month I met her again late at night while trying to sneak out and see a movie. She was holding a cat in one hand and a knife in the other. She had that smirk on her face. That smirk that could start a war.

She told me I can either have the cat or her. Of course, I took the cat. It looked exactly like his cat. And I was afraid of what she had done. After that she was furious. She grabbed the cat and tosses it at me. I never saw her after that day. I took care of that cat, talked to it every day during lunch at school, while at home, when I was playing games. I knew it wouldn't last forever. The cat ran out of my house one day, I looked all over the streets, and I found it. It was in the middle of the street, and I wanted to protect it, unlike I did my real friend. I hear a truck swerving down the road I try to run and get it, but once again I was stopped. I was scared. The only thing I ever loved in this world was taken by a truck. I never thought the day would come where I saw them laying on the ground lifeless. A drunk man got out of the car and yelled at me. He was sent away for not listening to the officer.

"Hey what the hell are you doing Pierre? Come on we need to go!"

"Can you shut up? I'm trying to grab my coat give me a second."

Today my friend, Forres, is forcing me back to school. He acts like I should care. I get my coat and hurry on I give one look back the only thing left of it then I say goodbye to it and then I leave.

"Are you ready now?"

I try and yank it on

"Yea no thanks to you yelling at me."

He walks out the door

"Whatever I'm just trying to help you!"

I sigh walking out right behind him

"You're saying that like I asked for it."

We make our way to the school which takes a few minutes. Once we got close the bell rung.

"Oh Shit! I'll catch you later!"

He runs off and I'm left with my thoughts walking up to the dreaded place where I found it.

I try to think if it's worth going back.

"Eh, Why the hell not like it's gonna ruin me more than it already has."

I walk in and get back to my old classroom. I'm not sure how to feel, but something feels different about today. Everyone is quiet and looking at me. Then the teacher calls out to me.

"Oh well look what we have here not only are you back, but you’re also late!"

"Give me a break I just came back from a month-long nap"

"Alright then let's give the sleepyhead a round of applause to wake him up!"

Everyone claps and I cover my ears. I start to regret coming back.

"Are you awake now Mr. Pierre?"

"Yea, yea can I sit down and learn?"

"Go right ahead."

I go to my sheet, and everyone looks away. My friend sits right next to me, and he leans over and whispers.

"Welcome back bud."

"I'm going to punch you once this is over."

"You do you."

The time flies by, and everyone is leaving school. I get out and get ready to go home. While walking back I hear some amazing music to my ears. It's dubstep not just any dubstep- I look in front of me and realize that Forres is about to walk into the road. He looks at me and started to talk.

"What are you listening to Pierre-"

I run up and push him back into the walkway, but I run a little too far.

"FORRES WATCH OUT FOR THAT CAR!"

The car rams into me. I can't feel anything all I know is that I'm flying. I land and the pain starts to set in. It hurts so much that I can't bear it. Next thing I see is my friend rushing over to my side.

"Pierre come on man this isn't fucking funny."

"So, this is how it ends for me?"

"No! You can't die like this it's too damn lame man!"

"Oh, shut the hell up."

My conscious starts to fade. I start to hear that song before I was hit. I was proud of myself for once, for once I saved someone.

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