I Made It!

Chapter 12: Xerxes' Story

Sitting in the middle of English class, Xerxes sighs as he doodles on his paoer that he's supposed to be putting notes on.

*Twak!*

"Eat shit Walters!" Nick Hill says as he punch Xerxes in the back of the head. Everyday its something different. Yesterday it was a tack in the back of his neck, the day before it was a switch blade to his back. It's gotten worse since Nick found out that Xerxes was gay. Believe it or not they used to be best friends, but Nick didn't know how to handle the news. And after his father found out, Nick started acting like a bigger homophobe than his old man.

Xerxes hid it for the longest time, even had a girlfriend or too- not that he did anything with them- but being 14, gay, and just starting high school wasn't a walk in the park for a son of strict conservatives with a ton of Southern pride. When his parents sent him away to be "treated", he started cutting himself.

When Nick started bullying him, he took several pills in hope to overdose. And when his little sister who used to be his world started pretending like he didn't exsist- he stepped out in front of a moving car, only to suffer from road rash, a broken arm, and a concussion because the driver slowed down as much as possible.

So with this final smack to the back of the head, Xerxes finally deals with it. Turning around, he pulls a gun out of his pocket and shoots Nick in the chest. The class breaks into a loud roar of screams and frantic running. As Xerxes stands up to go to the window- preparing to jumo out of the third story window to kill hinself, he freezes when he hears something behind him.

"Nick? Nick?" He stands there for a few seconds, behind him students and staff are fleeing the building; Nick, twitches on the ground. Standing there fir a few more seconds, Xerxes slowly walks over to his old friend. "Nick? Nic...."

Jolting at him, the corpse reaches for Xerxes- its eyes glossy and demonic. Stepping back, Xerxes is in shock of what is happening, but he soon notuces that outside people are screaming- others chasing the frightened. Nick staggers to his feet, the blood pooking from his chest as he makes his way to Xerxes at the front of the room.

"Nick stop! Nick!" The friend trudges forward and Xerxes doesn't know what to do. He sits against the chalk board. Growling and moaning, Nick makes his way around the teachers desk. As he gets closer, Xerxes pulls his gun back up. "I loved you! I've always loved you! I'm sorry!"

Pulling the trigger, Xerxes shoots him in the head- slaying his friend and enemy. Heaping sobs roll down the teenager's face as he hunkers against the wall dropping his Father's gun. He never really meant go use it, but his other hakf took over him. Now he has to use it to make hus way home.

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"So Xerxes...what's your story?" Edwards asks from the passanger seat. Looking at his Father's gun in his hand, the metal yells in his ear as he remembers all the pain it's caused him.

"Let's just say I'm a nobody who did nothing."

He sounds like Daryl...