Traumatized and Betrayed By Everyone!

Chapter 1: New Year (Re-Edited)

Have you ever been betrayed by everyone you know and love? With no real reason and beyond your control? Well, I have.

I, Blake Wilson, wake up to a light streaming into my room through the curtains. Signifying of a new day, at my new school. Yes, a new school on the other side of the city I live in called Obsidian Academy. It has students arranging from middle school up until the graduation of high school but they are separated between a wall from each other to keep the older years from influencing the middle school kids too much. But the middle school kids are free to come on the high school campus if they want, which I find extremely strange. Oh well, the teachers make the rules. I never went to the middle school here, so I don’t know what to expect from this school and I don’t know how often I would go to school.

The reason I moved to a high school on the other side of the city is a long story. First thing’s first is that I’m an orphan, as I lost my parents in my first year of middle school and that’s where my whole life went wrong. Within that first year. Up until then I was the centre of the class, with good looks and good at studying for tests and exams. I also had a lot of friends, best friends, childhood friends and I had a loving family who was everything to me. By the time the end of my first year, my reputation in the class had changed to that of “a guy who kills his family and betrays others.” But the thing is, I don’t remember betraying anyone let alone killing my family.

The first quarter of my first year in junior high was going pretty well. My grades were some of the highest in the school year and I had been confessed to a few times, but I had no interest in romance or understood it much at the time I told them, as I let them down gently which we left on good terms at least I thought we did. Until halfway into my first year, my family was heading up to my grandparent’s house with my parents, older and little sister. There we would spend the week with my grandparents, uncles, aunties and cousins, but this didn’t come to pass.

Now 4 years later. Today was my high school entrance ceremony. I couldn’t stay in bed much longer, so I reluctantly got up out of bed and went to get ready for my first day. I started by cooking up some breakfast which I’ve grown in proficient in doing and made myself a lunchbox as well because I didn’t like to spend too much money but also wanted to use the extra ingredient’s I buy without wasting them. Might I also mention is that I live alone, which can be strange for someone in their first year and there is many reasons for this. But the main reason is that I’m not trusted to live with anyone and that I don’t trust anyone anymore.

Once I finished cooking, I went for a run in the nearby forest trail with a different type of elevation and terrain to keep my body fit. I do this on a regular basis since I was in elementary school. Keeping fit was mostly influenced by my father who was bit of a health nut.

I got back from my run an hour later out of breath and sweaty as I went to shower up before getting dressed up in my school uniform. Long pants, white shirt, black blazer, a purple tie but I kept it loose because I didn’t like the constriction and I just left the blazer because I still felt hot. I look in the mirror at my reflection which shows a young handsome male student with long shoulder length black hair with patches of white, long bangs covering the right side of his face and a piercing blue glaring eye staring back. I look down seeing a half eye mask on my desk. I reach down picking it up, sliding it through my bangs and under long hair on my right side, before placing it over my right eye covering it.

“Phew. Let’s hope nothing goes wrong this year and people don’t bother my peaceful life.” I muttered to himself.

I say to myself as I placed my lunchbox into my shoulder bag before slipping my boots on which isn’t school issue and then grabbing a black denim jacket covering up my uniform with patch showing what school I go to. Picking my bag up hanging it over my shoulder. I turned around as I placed my hand on the front door handle, whilst looking back over my shoulder.

“I’m off.” My soft voice calls out.

I say in a slight whisper towards a picture frame in the empty apartment as if speaking towards people who were once or even still there before leaving the apartment, locking up and started making my way towards my new school to start my new school year.