The book of LUKE
Yay another story. Its quite short, but its another character in my main story so its more of a back story.
The following is of my own creation so please don't plagiarize any of the following works. Any similarities are completely coincidental.
The Book of
Luke
"Good job, son" my father says trying to sound sincere, but still sounding as apathetic as ever. I pull myself out of the water, shake the excess water off, and walk over to get my towel from the bench which my father didn't think to get for me. I just won first place in the 200 freestyle and all he could offer is an apathetic "good job" and doesn't bother to get my towel. What could you expect from a father like mine?
"Hawks, get over here" The coach calls from across the pool. I take my towel and go over to where he is. "Great job every one, thanks to you, the Twin Falls, Riverhawks are the best swim team in the whole Western United States!" he says hyping us up. "and next week we go national!" the team is now cheering with excitement. "I want to give a little more credit to those who deserve it, like David with the breast stroke, Matthew with his butterfly, John with his back stroke, and of course Mark doing the medley" he says as people applaud the people stated. What the hell about me! I did just as good as those people, hell even better maybe! But I don't get any honorable mention? Not even a little "Luke" added into the speech!
"Great job, son!" my dad says in the sincere tone I wish he would talk to me in.
"Thanks dad!" my brother, the coach, says.
"So we got the nationals next week, excited?" he asks giving interest into my brother's life where he lacked to give in mine.
"Yeah, this is going to be great! We're going to do so good!" he almost shouts. More ignorance and idiocy in the world.
"Well" I correct him
"What?" he snaps at me causing me whimper a little at his anger.
"We're going to do so well, not good, it's only proper English" I explain
"Oh well, who the hell cares!" he barks at me. Well for one, I care. Bow could I just sit back and watch as you butcher the English language? The world is getting more and more idiotic and I'm just doing my best to keep us from going over the edge of stupidity, but of course nobody sees that, nobody sees that I'm trying to help out the world with a public service, but everyone just sees me as a nuisance. Oh well, I guess that just shows how stupid people are nowadays.
My brother's words start to eat at me, how the hell could he say something so hateful. Nobody cares about me, maybe I would be better off dead than in everyone's way. My eyes start to water up, so I start to walk towards the bathroom. It starts off as a walk, but I enter into the bathroom in a mild run. I run into the first open stall, put down the lid and sit on top of it and curl into a little ball letting the tears flow. I feel arms wrap around me and start to comfort me.
"Don't you mind them, I'll always love you, no matter what" I look up to find that Mark was the one holding on to me. I start to hide my tears in his wet feline fur. Even though it's wet it still feels as soft and comforting as it did the many times that we laid in bed together just feeling each other's natural body. "Here, just think, in a few weeks when you turn eighteen we're going to leave together, and just start everything over, just you and me." he says.
We had planned to leave together once we turn eighteen, he was already eighteen so we're just waiting for my birthday. He's the only one who I could talk to, the only one who I feel I could ever give my love to. Without him moments like these would probably push me over the edge and I would just end it. Let the plants use me as fertilizer.
"I love you, too" the words echo in my mind. I love you. Love. Love. Lo. L.
*screeeeeeeeeeee* I awaken to a loud tire shriek and being tossed around in my seat. The car stops abruptly and violently. I look around at my surroundings. Out the window to my right I see trees lining a highway. To my right I see mark just lying lifeless.
"Are you okay?" I ask... no response "Mark, Mark!" I scream with desperation. "come on Mark, get up!" he finally replies with nothing more than a groan. "you're going to be alright I promise you"
"Luke..." he calls with a weak voice.
"Yes" I reply attentively.
"Your dad is a shitty driver" I feel almost like punching him for freaking me out so much. I look up to see what the rest of the car looks like. A tree is halfway through the car my brother who was once sitting in the middle seat of the van, is now laying in the front seat his body convoluted in ways I know people aren't supposed to bend. My parents are lying lifelessly in the front seat. I've dreamed about this multiple times, even so far as praying that I would happen, but now that it's happened, I've never been happier.
"Come on let's get out of here we can't just sit in a wreaked van forever" with that I unbuckle mine and his seat belts. I help him up to get him through the trunk. Once we get out we start walking. No particular way but we are walking towards a new life which we shall build for ourselves. I jump out of the trunk and let the wind blow my now dry otter fur. The whole world is in front of this otter and his calico boyfriend.