koifishh

[koifishh]

Chapter 1: Origin

This is my original story, just wanted to post it somewhere or sumn. I'm not a good writer, and I got like, a C for english, so please don't mind the weird sentence structures, weird phrasing and grammar mistakes.

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“Do it, no balls,” Charles bit his lip. His eyes shifted towards the voice, and quickly looked back at the convenience store. 

His trembling hands clutched the car handle, though he fought to keep his fear hidden. He didn’t want them to think of him as a pussy.

“Watch, bitch,” his smirk was blown away once the door opened. The cold wind of the evening ruffled his hair, black strands glistening under the streetlights — a fleeting shimmer in the heavy night.

He will never show that his hands were clammy with cold sweat. Not to them. 

One of them shouted out,

“Don’t pussy out like that time with Kevin!”

Kevin was the gross guy, the guy who was silent and always alone. Notebooks were packed tight under his desk, every page filled with vivid descriptions of intergalactic wars, dimensional class struggles, and so on. It was so lame and nerdy. So Charles’ friends burnt them all. He was a loser after all. 

... Right?

“Come on Chuck, just throw ‘em in the fire.” Muffled cries echoed in his ears. 

“But.. is this going too far...?” The loser struggled against the grip of two guys atop him, his red puffy eyes streaming with tears. Charles averted his gaze.

His “best friend” chuckled. “Are you pussying out?” 

Charles couldn’t get a word out before the book was snatched from his hands, and promptly thrown into the blazing fire in front of him.

“You need to man up, Chuck, or you’ll be a little bitch forever.” Laughter roared around him. A hand slapped his back, forcing him to turn and face his “best friend’s” face, flushed with amusement. Maybe it was from laughing, or maybe it was the fire warming up his cheeks, but Kevin’s red, snotty face on the ground behind his “best friend” was the most vivid afterimage from that day.

Will I be Kevin one day?

He walked towards that sickening fluorescent glow, his heart pounding with every step he took. Nauseating laughter echoed behind him. But he must get it together, because this is ‘fun’. ‘Fun’ that would get him punished by Mother if she found out. But she won’t find out. No one will find out. They said so.

He pulled a balaclava over his head. The cheap material made his neck itch. The airsoft gun slid in his sweaty, trembling hands.  

It’s fine. They said it’s fine.

He took a deep breath as he stood before the door.

Ding dong~

The cashier glanced up from the register, his eyes meeting with the barrel of a gun. Something hits his chest — a black backpack. The cashier stares, at the bag, past the gun, and into the eyes of the boy standing across him. 

“F-fill it up!” his voice cracked. He glanced back at the car for affirmation. Their grins wide. They are amused.

I’m doing good.

He gripped the gun harder. 

“J-just do it!!” 

The cashier flinched at his loud voice.

“It’s filled! Chill out!” Pale, thin arms snatched the bag from shaking hands. 

Ding dong~

Charles' head snapped towards the door, but he dropped to the ground as quick. His head pounded in pain, the throbbing echoed through his head. The bag of money lay beside him.

“Call… police! …robber!” The voices faded further and further away.

He squeezed his eyes open just as the car drove off.

Through his dulled senses, he realised.

Ah, I was always Kevin.

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Days later, he stands in court, with no lawyer by his side. At the table across from him, his “friend”, and his top grade lawyer his parents paid for. In comes the judge, his grey hair showing off decades of experience, decades of telling you you’re right, or wrong. He sits in the tall chair in the room, leaning back, looking down at everyone. The judge’s stare reached through his pupils, piercing through his chest, digging and digging and digging till he reached his heart, and squeezed it till it bled. Charles ducked behind the table, gripping his chest, breath staggered and short. 

I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to do this. I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave.

His eyes darted towards the door, at the bailiff yelling at him to stand up, at his once “friend” looking away and giggling at his other “friends”, then back again at the door. 

The door. Ah, that brings back memories. Like that time my “friends” got me to go into the old storage room in the sports hall then closed the door and locked me in there for an hour. Man, it was so dark in there, I couldn’t see my hand even if I put it up to my face. When I was let out, they all laughed and told me it was just a prank. A small joke. 

Why did I laugh with them again?

Strong fingers dug into his skin and yanked him from the trenches of his mind. A dull aching sensation lingered where the bailiff loosened his grip. Charles struggled to regain his balance, his eyes meeting the judge’s again. He cleared his throat, voice reverberating throughout the room.

“All right, good morning, so everyone is here today for the case of...”

Charles' mind blanked out.

It wasn’t my idea! They told me to do it! They abandoned me!

They hired a top-grade attorney. He had no one.

It’s not a real gun! They told me it was gonna be fine! They said that no one would find out!

His parents didn’t show up for his trial.

... 

I’m worthless.

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At the age of 17, Charles was incarcerated for 2 years for the crime of attempted robbery.

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Ok that's chapter 1, I'm new to tumblr n shii so uhh yes, thanks for reading, might or might not post more in the future. Thanks :)