Blood Alone; Part 1/2 of 4

“How did it get over here?” Confused and furious Allen bent over to pick up he’s beaten up shoe from the trash. He’s so-called friends had forced his shoe off and run all over the school with it as a “joke”. By the end of their lunch the two friends had ditched the shoe off grounds making Allen hobble to class with no shoes. Lucky for him the teacher’s didn’t pay much attention to the people in the back row so he didn’t get in trouble. It wasn’t until after the end of the day that he went looking for it. It wasn’t to far off from the school though. The Shoe was in a trash can by a closed down store by the school. Allen eye’s watered as he quickly gasped for air and covered he’s mouth. It smelled of old horse radish and rotten eggs when he put it on. Trying he’s best to ignore the people that where staring at him in disgust, Allen began marching to the school to yell at he’s friends to buy him a new pair of shoes but knew that they would just laugh and tell him that it was his fault for being so week. Knowing this he sighed and started he’s long walk home. Allen was more mature and week for his age. He was fairly tall and skinny with barely any muscle. He had short jet black hair but had piercing blue eye’s making he’s glare the only thing that could scare people. He was always the odd one out with he’s friend. He’s two friends, Jean and Breda where muscular boy’s they were both blonde and pale and had a thing with bullying the littler kids. Allen was often singled out with Jean’s girlfriend, Riza who often hanged out with them now that they were going out. She was also a blonde but had a stern face.
Riza always seemed to be calm and cool when ever something bad or exciting happen. Allen could see why Jean liked her, he himself even had a crush on her but he couldn’t make any moves knowing that Jean had liked her ever since elementary school. Allen, Jean, and Breda had known each other ever since they were little and even now they where in high school, they where still as close as any group of friends could be. At least that’s what Allen wanted to believe. He wanted to believe that he was still the little boy who had thought that he would never get married that he would just be a little kid forever. Allen actually started to hate he’s friends.He started to hate all of their conversations about sports, girls and stuff that doesn’t even make any sense to people rather than the trio. He thought he was better than them. The reason why they took he’s shoe in the first place was because Allen had started to mouth off about every little thing Jean and Breda said.“You really think it’s that funny?” mused Allen as the three walked around the school campus. Breda and Jean were both laughter historically about something that Jean had seen on T.V. the night before. “Actually yeah you have a problem with that?” The three had stopped walking now for Jean and Allen where giving evil glares at each other. “Yeah it’s just that it’s a bit sad when you’re around idiots that laugh at every little thing.” Jean’s face scrunched up like he had just eaten something sour but went mad as a dog as soon as he found out what he was going to do to him. He slid he’s foot under Allen’s shoe with much force. Allen’s head spun in confusion as he’s head hit the floor with a load “Thump”. He wasn’t able to get up at first from the shock of it all but when he did Allen felt the moist squishy feeling of the dirt under he’s now bare feet. Allen looked up in fury as he saw he’s so called friend run away with he’s two shoes in he’s hands. He looked over at Breda who stood their holding he’s breath trying not to laugh at the boy who was giving him a death glare. It was a long time before any of them moved. “You probably want your shoes back don’t you?” Breda said as he pointed to the direction Jean had run to. Allen shook he’s head slowly as he started to run in he’s bare feet.
It was a long chase that took the entire lunch time. By the time Allen got home he was so beat that he had crashed on the living room floor and had slept until he’s father came home and kicked him awake.
“What are you doing boy?” Allen’s father said while he was kicking him in much amusement.
“Stop it I’m awake Damn it you kick hard old man!” Pushing he’s father foot away in fury Allen now had a number of bruises on he’s side. Allen’s father was a tall man he was skinny just like Allen and he had he’s same blue piercing eye’s. He had long dark brown hair that was put back in a short pony tail and was paler than normal people would tend to be. It was always just Allen and his father and the sad part was that they hated each other. Allen’s mother had died when he was little and even before her death he and his father where never able to get along. It usually always started with he’s father picking on him than a huge verbal fight and than when Allen’s mother was alive they would get kicked out of the house. But now that Allen’s mother was dead there where a number of punches thrown around the house. Allen hated he’s father so much and it didn’t help that now that he’s father was single he would bring home a random women or “girlfriend” as he called it, and bring her to his room where a number of noises where made which kept Allen up until he’s brain was finally fried from the images that where put in his head.

Allen rubbed he’s eye’s and stretched as he looked over at the fire place which was black and dusty when he came home but was now a blaze with a brilliant orange glow. It was warm under he’s skin. Allen always sat by the fire because it comforted him and made him calm.
“Tough day at school?” asked his father as he went to sit down in his favourite chair.
“I don’t want to talk about it was…….. Rough”
“Rough, like you got beat up and you just limped all the way home? Was it your friends or something?” Allen looked at his father with a weird expression on his face for he had some how figured out his entire day.
“I DON’T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!” Allen stormed off to his room with his face beat red with angry. He didn’t want to talk about why he was so angry or why his shoes where filled with dirt. He didn’t know why he’s friends where getting on his nerves NOW and not ever before. He didn’t know why he was so pissed off all the time. All he knew right now is that he wanted to sleep for every. Allen didn’t know why but he was always tired. When ever he was angry or in a huff he always felt his eyes go heavy and finally when he was at his breaking point Allen would pass out. He thought of having his father taking him to the doctor, for he knew that he wasn’t alright but he didn’t know what to say to his father and he was afraid of the answer when Allen finally found to words to talk to him. It was ether A) He was going to be a good father and take him to get check out B) He would tell him to tough it out. C) Put a whole galleon of caffeine down his thought! Right now the only good one sounded like A) which Allen knew that it was a 20% chance for that to happen.
As Allen laid on his bed and looked on the ceiling with a blank look on his face he thought what if I was different from everybody else? Before Allen could finish the thought of how or why he fell asleep with out any dreams but the next day he awake to something rather weird and painful.


The Next day Allen awoke to something that felt like it was suffocating him. He flung his hands around his neck to see if his father was trying to put him out of his misery but nobody was in his room or even suffocating him for that matter. It was just Allen lying on his bed flopping like a fish out of water. Allen, he did everything he could do to figure out what the hell was going on but he couldn’t do anything for the pain was inside his throat. It wasn’t until 5 minutes that Allen realized this and when he did he rushed out of his room to the bathroom where he guzzled down all the water he could from the tap. Allen fell to the ground heavily breathing. The water had worked and he had no idea what the hell happened. He lay on the floor breathless and confused. He didn’t know how early or how loud he had been until his father came in looking particularly angry.
“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING BOY! YOU DIEING OR SOMETHING!”
“I’m……….not……really… sure”
Allen was so out of breath that he could barely speak. He forced himself to sit up and saw that his father had the strangest look on his face. It was stern and for the first time Allen had seen that it looked………… concerned?! He bent over in silence to look at Allen. He checked his face; eyes’s and even his teeth! The weirdest part was that he checked Allen’s pulse.
As he stood up he still had the concerned look on his fast which looked even more concerned now.
“Get ready for school and don’t worry about it. I’ll talk to you when you get home.”
He patted Allen’s head and left. Allen was speechless for this was one of the rare times his father ever should any love or concern for him. Right now, All Allen knew was that something bad was going on and frankly Allen was worried about what his father was going to talk to him about.
Not long after, his father left the bathroom. Allen could hear him slamming the door to the outside. Allen thought he could smell smoke form his brain was working over time and making him have a headache. He did just what his father said and didn’t worry about it until he went to school.