Post by JASON LEROY DIKAUS on Dec 10, 2011 21:32:01 GMT -5
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JASON LEROY DIKAUS • SENIOR • NINETEEN • RICK GENEST
"I wish I was special, you're so fucking special, but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo"
"I wish I was special, you're so fucking special, but I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo"
JASON LEROY DIKAUS
the criminal, the no-good hooligan, the juvenile delinquent[/blockquote] [/blockquote]
Jason was unsettled by all of the thinking he had been doing lately. And it was all because of that dammed book Jewel had read. She was one of his annoying friends, but she was at least entertaining. She had been prattling about some book about a girl in a car accident who has to decide if she’s going to die or live. The whole book is talking about her life, and her past, and all this other shit. So Jewel had taken it upon herself to ask the rest of the group what they would do. At the time, Jason had answered a typical Jason answer: “You think I fucking know? Hell, I’d probably just die. Too much goddamned effort staying and making people happy. Fuck them. I wouldn’t have a shit ton of people coming to visit me like this chick.” He had been the only one to answer with a preference to die.
Whatever.
That was weeks ago, a couple of days before Thanksgiving, when Jason was saying goodbye to his friends going home for the holidays. Truth was, he didn’t have a family to go back to. It surprised no one that Jason’s family did not approve of his appearance, or his attitude, but very few people knew that the reason why he had done that and acted that way was because his family didn’t approve of him from the time he was six. That was when they discovered he could make people forget -or remember- anything. It helped him get his way, and it helped him get out of trouble. He had no idea that when he looked into a person's memories and made them forget he had broken a vase or something similar, it was a power, and it was "wrong" to use it selfishly.
Or, according to his parents, to possess such a power. Jason's parents were disgusted by all of the mutants, the freaks, the weirdos who were against God's plan, the ones that were not human beings. Whenever one of them would start to realize what Jason could do, when they realized that he had a power, Jason would try his hardest to make them forget. He didn't want his parents to say bad things about him, to hate him like they hated his neighbors, the girl in his class who could read other kids' minds. He liked that girl. But he liked his parents more.
As much as he tried, there's only so much you can do when you're seven and your parents have been hating something since they were thirteen. So Jason felt their shame at having a powered son. Their anger at him when he used it. Their coldness when he wasn't.
Well, if his parents were going to hate him anyways, Jason decided that he might as well do whatever the fuck he wanted. Every stupid, defiant thing a teenager could do, Jason did. He started smoking cigarettes at age twelve (claiming to be fourteen), and he partied (hard) all the time. His grades fell, and he just didn't give a damn. Jason hung out with the wrong people, did the wrong things, On his fifteenth birthday, his parents gave Jason quite a present: his "freedom". They kicked him out and cut off all contact. It wasn't exactly the best solution for Jason.
Jason ended up moving in with some of his older friends, but he was unable to get a job without parental signatures and consent for everything. He was stuck, left doing shady jobs, getting tattoos in shady places, getting drugs in literally shady alleys (generally using memory manipulation to get out of playing). And then along comes the mail, and a letter is there for Jason from some place called the Eastern American Montessori for the Gifted. Not knowing really what he was getting into, Jason decides to accept and join.
Boy, did he hate that. Sure, he made plenty of friends, but he had to get clean, and fast. The only thing he ever managed to get his old buddies to send him in the mail successfully was a carton of cigarettes every now and then, or once in a great, great while, a dimebag or two of marijuana. Jason was expecting to fit in better at AMG- with other weird freaks like him. He found a small, small crowd that he could hang out with each year, and it almost always consisted of seniors. Four years he spent at AMG (starting his sophomore year and being held back his junior year), and each year meant new friends who knew little about him.
Jason was still in contact with his old, burnt-out buddies from NYC. He still has never talked to his parents, never felt any need to. He still smokes cigarettes and a joint once in a while. Each summer, he would get a tattoo each week until his entire body was covered. Over the course of four years, Jason mastered the art of "not giving a fuck."
So if he were in a crash, had an out of bodied experience and was left with the choice to fight for life or simply give up? Well, who the hell would miss him? His crack-addict friends? His emaciated parents? His school friends that were still weirded out by him? The answer: none of the above. Jason knew that. He was okay with that. None of his friends were going to contradict him. What the fuck ever. Jason was still having fun. All of this heavy thinking was completely not his style.
Once he was done with it, Jason mildly wondered if he could pierce his nipple in a non-faggy way. [/div][STYLE=BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i.imgur.com/VWiW7.png); WIDTH:430PX; HEIGHT:15PX; BORDER-BOTTOM: SOLID #616150 5PX; OVERFLOW: AUTO;][/STYLE]
SAPPHIRE GURRL • SWEET SIXTEEN • VAJAYJAY
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