Skeletons: Chapter 1

1st November. Wed.

I’m curious. Not in an annoyingly naive way, but in a general adult way. Everything around me feels different today, nobody in the hallway even blinks as they pass me by; not that I care, I just wish they wouldn’t knock into me as much. It doesn’t hurt, the nudges I mean, but I don’t push back in case I hurt them. I’m not bragging but I’m a strong guy. Mostly because of my genes though.

The ‘chameleon effect’, not being noticed I mean, feels a little bit like freedom today I guess. At home all I get is awkward glances and people walking on eggshells. Damned eggshells. You see, I went a little crazy a while back. To tell you the truth it wasn’t my entire fault, my mind’s just not made for a lot of pressure and stress. Especially if I keep it all to myself and don’t deal with it. The folks are trying to get me to talk now, not just to them but to everyone, or anyone. They don’t care. As long as I say something. Even one word.*(Maybe another sentence form: Even if it’s just one word) You see, I don’t talk at all. Shooting of your mouth only leads to more shit ; never solves a damn thing.

I have this best friend, been together since we were in diapers, and he’s the only one that understands me. He doesn’t push me in order to talk nor doesn’t do anything I don’t want do. He just talks and I listen. Or we both just listen. Silence is nice when you’re with someone that you love like that. He’s always telling people to lay of me and cut out with the corny crap they always pull. You know the old ‘we love you’ and ‘we can help if you just say something’ bull. He’s a smart kid, for being a whole year younger than me and if I’m honest, and not meaning to brag, I’m a pretty smart kid too.

I get good grades in my classes at school, especially literature. But my mom has to go up to the school a lot; I get involved in a lot of fights. Mostly to defend other people though, so it’s justified. The professors are kinda baffled by me. I’m the only one of their students that is a mute so I never get asked questions anymore. They don’t say anything to me though on account of my grades and all. My mom does get those sympathetic looks from them on parent evenings and she’s always being given therapists cards. I hear her discussing it with Dad a lot but he’s not keen on it. Neither am I.

My Dad’s a stubborn guy. Never really bonded with him and he never really bonded with me. He isn’t one to show his emotions in public and I have never seen him hug or kiss Mom, but I know he loves her. It’s in his eyes. And she is the only one that he gives into, or listens to. He can argue and strut just as much as she can, so they cancel each other out. If that ain’t a perfect match, I don’t know what is.

Anyway. There’s other stuff about me that I haven’t mentioned, mostly because they are just small passing things. Like the fact that I am a junior and still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, or that I have a little sister.*(the way the sentence’s built up, it seems like Trunks doesn’t know he has a little sister: Like the fact that I am a junior and still don’t know what I want to be. Or the fact that I have a little sister.) I guess the other stuff you’ll find out for yourself later.

You should probably also know that I resent the fact that guys who keep journals are pansies. Just in case you got that going through you head.

Trunks


He shouldn’t be reading this. Journals were a private thing, especially to someone so obviously fragile and secretive. But Goten couldn’t help it. He may be the ‘understanding best friend’ but he still wanted to know what the hell was going on inside his friend’s head. Trunks had gone out to get cigarettes and left Goten to watch the house. He hadn’t meant to find the little black notebook, it was just there when he went into Trunks room to find a lighter and retrieve the evening’s film. It hadn’t had anything written on the front nor did it look any different from the notebook he used to doodle on in the school cafeteria, so Goten saw no harm in lifting it to take a look. He had wanted to put it down, honest, but he just couldn’t.

Gently, he placed the journal back on the nightstand, snatched up the lighter from the desk, retrieved the film from the closet and dashed back to the living room. Luckily Trunks wasn’t home yet. He sat down on the couch and waited for his mute friend to return home.

Needless to say, his heart was racing in his chest. What if his friend realised he had read his journal? He would freak out and do something stupid. He always did something stupid.
Goten sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Hopefully Tyler Mane as Michael Myers would help to ease Goten’s tension. He checked his watch and he realised Trunks could be back any moment. Just then he heard the key turn in the lock.