Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-34532236-20180131030054

'''It was a gloomy day in the middle of summer, unusual for the normally sunny Southern California. Jakob sat in his room hiding away from the piercing glare of his parents who were close to kicking him out of the house already, and their last argument wasn’t helping. He played with his nose ring anxiously. He glanced around his room. It was messy, but an organized kind of messy. Only he could find anything, but he knew exactly where it was. Clothes carelessly strewn over his chair, papers scattered on the desk, shoes and more clothes littering the carpeted floor. His cat, Leo, his only real friend, sat sleeping on the foot of his bed. He could still hear his parents’ yelling echoing in the back of his throbbing head. Worthless boy. We never should have adopted you. We should have let you die with your biological mom taking care of you. He sighed. Over the years of living here, in this hell, he started to believe the shit they constantly told him. He ran his hair through his dark blue hair, another topic of argument in his house. His parents were strict, Catholic, traditional people. They hated anything “alternative,” as they called it. On his 18th birthday, he went and got his nose pierced. He got hell for that, but he stopped caring. '''

'''A pounding on his door woke Jakob up. He hadn’t realized he fell asleep. His dad came in with fire in his eyes. '''

'''“Pack your shit. You’re leaving. We’re done with you, boy.” Jakob, barely awake, glared back at his biggest bully. Sure, he had been bullied at school, but it was nothing compared to what he went through at home. At least the kids at school never actually hit him. He could deal with their verbal torment, but he didn’t have the best pain tolerance. He sat up slowly. '''

“Where the hell do you expect me to go?” he questioned.

'''“Fuck if I know, live out of your car for all I care. Point is, you can’t stay here.” His father stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him. Jakob sighed. He knew he had nowhere to go. He didn’t have a job so he couldn’t afford an apartment. The only way he was able to get his car was with the inheritance money his grandma left him when she passed away. He had no friends he could go live with. He put his head in his hands and started to cry. Leo, having been woken up by the slamming door, trotted over to him and rubbed his head on his beloved owner’s hands. '''

'''Now thinking about his grandma, he cried even harder. She was the only family member he ever really loved. Her laugh was sweet like honey and smooth like silk. Her curly white hair looked like a poodle, or at least that’s what he compared it to when he was just a boy. She was his grandma on his mom’s side, and she loved him like nobody else ever had. He spent one summer living there, and was never happier. She had a little dog, he couldn’t remember her name, but he loved that dog. When she passed, he was devastated, broken, almost traumatized. He lost his one friend. One day, about a week after he got the news that she was gone, he was sat in his room crying. His dad came in.'''

“What are you crying about?” he asked, rolling his eyes.

“G-grandma” Jakob managed to say, through the gasping sobs.

“What about her?”

“She’s...gone”  

'''His father chuckled. “That’s right. She’s gone. She’s dead. She’s never coming back and you’re never going to see her again, so get the fuck over it.” He walked out. That’s why he got Leo, to fill the void his grandma left when she passed. '''

'''Apparently he fell asleep again because the next time he looked at the clock it was 1:32 in the morning. Oh well, he thought, might as well start packing. He found a few backpacks and started throwing clothes into them. Everything was black, yet another reason for his parents to get mad at him. At one point, they literally put a limit on how many times a week he could wear black. God, they’re mental. He couldn’t wait to get out of the house, but at the same time he was terrified, knowing he had nowhere to go and not exactly looking forward to being homeless. He felt a sharp pain in his head. Holding onto it, he heard static and the light flickered. After a moment, it passed. Jakob shook his head, trying to shake the feeling of being watched. He got the urge to glance out the window, down onto the dark street with the single streetlight that barely worked. However, he happened to watch a lot of horror movies and knew to never trust that feeling. He chuckled, knowing he was overreacting and this was probably just from stress, right? Weird stuff happens to your body when you’re stressed. '''

'''He continued packing for about an hour, knowing he had to only take the essentials. He didn’t have a lot of space in his car after all. He took the first few bags out to his car, after a moment of hesitation at the door. He couldn’t get rid of the feeling that something was out there. He looked out the peephole in the door. Nothing. With a sigh he opened the door, slowly and quietly. It was a loud door, his parents did that on purpose so they could hear if he tried to sneak out. They probably wouldn’t care anymore considering they wanted him out anyway.'''

'''Back in his room, he continued packing. He didn’t know why he had so many backpacks, but they were pretty helpful now. Jakob kept looking at the window, still feeling drawn over to it. Come. Look. it seemed to be saying to him, putting the thoughts right into his brain. Hesitantly, he walked over and pulled the curtain to the side. He jumped back, seeing something down on the street. It was...looking at him. Right at his window. He shook his head and went back to the window. Nothing. Stress. It’s just stress man chill, he thought to himself. But fuck, what was that thing? It looked about seven or eight feet tall, in a black suit. The worst part, though, was it’s face. It had no face at all. Just white nothingness. '''

'''He backed away from the window and went back to packing. He wanted to leave tonight, be gone by the time his parents wake up in the morning. Moving on to his desk, he narrowed it down to a few essential things. His favorite book, which he had read at least four times, his laptop, chargers for various things, and his favorite pocket knife. The amount of times that he had accidentally cut himself playing with that thing was almost funny. His hands were completely scarred. Use it. He frowned. Those weren’t his thoughts. But...use it for what? Them. Kill them. Once again, it felt like thoughts were being thrown into his head against his will. He picked up the knife and flipped out the blade, running his finger along it. He pushed the tip of the blade into his finger. It took almost no effort to break the skin and draw blood. Still sharp, he smirked. Do it. He felt like he was losing his mind, but he couldn’t stop laughing. Walking over to the mirror, he got a strange urge. He almost wanted to cut into his face. But why? Why was he thinking like this? He would look kind of cool with Xs over his eyes though… He brought the blade up to his face. He did the first cut over his right eye, from right above the eyebrow on the left to below the socket on the right. To his surprise, he didn’t feel anything. Normally he can’t handle any pain. Chuckling, he finished the X, then the other eye. He smiled, liking how the blood looked dripping down his face. That deep, crimson red just looked so satisfying. He wanted more. '''

''' Jakob walked down the long dark hallway leading from his bedroom to that of his parents. He slowly opened the door, trying to make sure it was quiet. All the doors in this goddamn house are so loud. Walking as quietly as he could, he went over to the bed. Who first? His dad was always the worst, tormenting him for every little thing he did. He was more vocal about it than his mother. She preferred passive aggression. It was a lot of the silent treatment and god if looks could kill he’d be long gone. His dad was the physical one. He yelled and hit, swore and slammed doors. Him first. Jakob stalked over to his side of the bed and loomed over him. '''

'''“Dear father,” he said, smirking, “you never loved me. But the feeling was mutual. So, you’ve sealed your fate.” His dad stirred in the bed, slowly waking up. “Goodbye” Jakob said, as he plunged the knife down into his father’s chest. His dad grunted at the sudden pain in his abdomen and gripped where the knife had entered him. Jakob pulled out the knife slowly, admiring the blood, and continued to stab into his father. Twice, three times, four times, five, six, seven. Again and again until he had gotten out all the pent up rage he felt towards him. He sighed and smiled, thankful that his mother was always a heavy sleeper and that his father hadn’t actually made much noise at all.'''

'''He walked over to his mother’s side of the bed. “Now then, mother,” he paused “I trusted you. But you changed. After grandma passed, you snapped.” She began to wake up, but kept her eyes closed. “You turned into dad, which is a bigger insult than you can ever imagine.” He pulled the knife over his head, and her eyes shot open. She rolled away, dodging the knife but rolling into the bloody, dead body of her husband, screaming. She got up and ran out of the room. Jakob laughed, “You can’t run forever, mother.” '''

'''She frantically looked for a place to hide, knowing damn well he could outrun her. The broom closet downstairs seemed as good a place as any. She ran in and shut the door quietly, moving herself behind everything else in the closet. She heard Jakob’s footsteps coming down the stairs. He knew where she was right away, she couldn’t conceal her panicked breathing, but he wanted to draw this out and make her suffer, so he went the other direction into the kitchen. He whistled as he walked so she knew where he was. He pretended to look around the kitchen and living room for a few moments before going back down the hallway leading to the closet. He stopped whistling once he was stood in front of the closet door. He smirked, hearing his mother’s terrified sobbing. She knew what was happening, and she knew why. Jakob threw open the door and grabbed her arm, pulling her out and back down the hallway as she screamed. '''

'''“God, shut up!” He groaned, throwing her onto the couch. She was begging, apologizing, trying to save herself. “It’s not going to work, mother. You’ve sealed your fate.” He slammed the knife into her stomach again and again, laughing the whole time and hearing that damn static again. His mother began to cough up blood, which only made Jakob laugh more. “This is perfect, absolutely fucking perfect. You made me suffer for so goddamn long, now it’s my turn” He said, stabbing her once more before leaving her to bleed out. He didn’t want to kill her himself, no, that’d be too easy. He wanted to watch her suffer as she slowly bled out all over her pristine, white couch. He sat in the chair across the room and played with his knife, smiling. Go to the window, look to the street. Those damn thoughts again. He gave in and walked over to the window, once again looking to the barely-functional streetlight. For the second time that night he saw the man in the suit. This time, though, he felt comforted. You did it. I’m proud. Jakob smiled, and returned to his mother to finish what he started.''' 