Knives and Pens:We Stitch These Wounds - Chapter 1

Wednesday's P.O.V

Beep Beep Beep

I growled animalistically and rolled over in bed, hitching the covers up around my head in attempt to block out the annoying beeping sound of my alarm. It worked, the alarm now just a vague warning to wake up in the back of my mind, my eyes closed once again and before I knew it I was snoring contently.

This was a typical day for me, wake up, be bored at school, work then drag my ass home back to my alcoholic bitch of a mother. It all but drained me hence why I was so intent on staying in bed for as long as I could and to be perfectly honest I didn't have the strength to sit through double maths with Mr Henshaw. I swear that man was out to get me, I didn't even have to raise my finger before he issued me with a string of detentions, just my rotten luck.

"Wednesday," came a slurred voice, speak of the devil.

"Go away bitch," I shouted at my mother, who was now rapping at the door insistently.

Suddenly the door swung open and less then a second later I felt the covers whip themselves off of me.

"Get up, you lazy prick," my mum muttered, smacking the palm of her hand down on my alarm, turning it off. "Your just like your father, a useless good for nothing son of a bitch,"

I sat up groggily in bed and squinted at her. "Then what's that saying about you mum?"

She leaned in close to my face, so I could smell the scent of sex and whisky clinging onto her. "Get up," She then turned on her heel and stalked out of my room, slamming the door behind her.

I stuck my middle finger up at the door where she had disappeared, then swung myself reluctantly out of bed. Like a zombie I made my way across my hazardous bedroom floor, narrowly missing stepping on cutlery and old clothes. Eventually I stumbled through my door and turned for the direction of the bathroom, frowning when I heard the sound of the toilet flushing, I stuck out a hand to turn the handle when a man stepped out. I sniggered when my brain clicked, he was probably one of my mum's many 'friends', hence why there was so much noise last night, I pushed past him in disgust and shut the door on his bewildered face.

I heard a slightly muffled; "You didn't tell me you had kids,"
Then my mum joined in, before long it turned into a long, loud shout out which most likely ended with my mum in a foul mood. I chuckled to myself slightly as the argument continued whilst I got myself ready for school. First I sorted out my hair, straightening it and making it stick up a bit at the roots then I moved onto finding a decent outfit to wear, which was getting harder as the days past. I finally settled for a Misfits t-shirt, black skinny jeans and my Doc Martins. Deciding that I looked half decent, I unlocked the bathroom door, wincing as the full volume of screaming hit my eardrums, and quickly bounded down the stairs. I didn't stop walking until I reached the front door, grabbing the keys to my Harley and then fleeing the house.

-Fifteen Minutes Later-

My boots squeaked loudly against the linoleum floor as I rushed to get to Maths class, I was already almost a half hour late and Mr Henshaw hated tardiness. I came to a noisy skidding stop outside the classroom, wincing as Mr Henshaw's eyes gleamed when he saw me, I cursed under my breath and opened the door being met with shouts from my friends at the back of the class.

"Mr Poole, you are-" Mr Henshaw made a show of checking his watch. "-half an hour late to my class. Care to explain why?"

I shifted from foot to foot. "Sorry Sir, it wont happen again,"

Urgh, did I just apologise to this dick weed?

He reluctantly nodded and waved his hand to dismiss me, I grinned at Joey, my best friend, and raced over to my seat at the back of the class. Joey was laughing his head off, especially at Sir' use of my last name, I kicked him playfully in the shin trying to make him shut his gob but it only made him laugh more.

Our amusement died short as the class went silent, announcing the fact that someone had entered the class. I looked up to find a kid standing in the doorway, he was talking in hushed tones to Mr Henshaw who nodded and listened intently to what he had to say. Given his distraction I used the time to check the kid out, he was tall but dangerously skinny with long raven locks that tumbled messily past his shoulders. I couldn't see his face clearly because his hair covered most of it, but he seemed alright looking, possibly a bit young but alright. Him and Sir seemed had seemed to have stopped talking and Sir was now looking at me with a mischievous glint in his grey eyes.

Sir cleared his throat. "Students, this here is Andy, he's a new here I'm sure you'll be very kind to him,"

Heckles and laughter rose from the jocks in the class, and balls of paper were thrown towards the kid who I guess was called Andy, he swiftly dodged them but looked effected by it all the same. Laughter and other things were said as Andy made his way to the spare seat at the back, which just so happened to be by me. I grunted, just like I said my rotten luck.

Mr Henshaw grinned again at me, an evil glint in his eyes. "Joseph, you shall be looking after Andy for the remainder of the day, you know so you can...show him around,"

I gawked at him then at Joey, who met me with the same expression. "I ain't no fuckin' babysitter,"

"Mr Poole, if you wish to be sent to the principal for the third time this week, I suggest you man up and show some decorum," Sir grinned again.

"Dec- what?" I hissed, making all my friends laugh.

"Mr Poole, end of discussion," Sir glared at me a final time before turning back to the blackboard.

I groaned and sunk down in my seat miserably, putting my head in my hands. This was a nightmare.