Nobody likes the sound of an alarm clock. Smack!. Everett’s left arm flung over the side of his body smacking 3 of the 5 buttons on his alarm clock hoping we would turn it off. His eyes where still shut his body was still in sleep mode, but the alarm clock said 7:00 and it stopped ringing so he felt accomplished this morning because he actually managed to turn it off…but what he didn’t know is that he didn’t hit the off button he hit snooze. Snooze is the temporary “save me from this noise” button. So as you know the alarm will go off three minutes after you hit the button….

7:00…that means get up. He raised him self up to where he was sitting up in his bed. He had major bed head going on, his hair was a giant mess of poof. He stared at the poster of Jesus on his wall and said to him a little prayer of strength. Get got up out of his bed flung his covers across the rooms carelessly and bent down to his dresser that happened to have his alarm clock on.

He looked through his drawers looking and hoping for some clean boxers.
He left the first drawer open all the way, and opened the next drawer still looking for anything clean…

BEEP, BEEP!!! The alarm clock went off louder than before.

SMACK! Everett smacked his head on the drawer above his head.

He happened to fall over with a clean pair of undies.

He put them on and walked over to his closet with a sore head. Everett didn’t even waste the time of looking in his closet. He whipped his eyes with his right hand as he grabbed a random t-shirt with his left.

He Threw on the t-shirt and grabbed the pants on his floor and slipped on some shoes.

He slowly dragged himself to the kitchen where his mother was sitting at the table reading the front page of the news paper. He flung open the pantry door as his mother said “Good morning!” the pantry door smacked against the wall. Everett once again didn’t even bother to waste the time off looking, because he had memorized where the pop-tarts where. He turned and looked at his mom said cave mannishly said “Ehhh..” He didn’t even say anything it was an angry grunt of sleepyness.

“I love you to..” his mother said with a smile.

Everett pulled out a chair from the table and sat down. His mother already had a class of milk on the table waiting for him, because she knew he was to lazy to get back up and walk all the way over to the fridge that was no more than three and a half feet away.

They both knew the daily routine very well. As far as Everett’s father goes, he was at work. His dad left at 4:00 in the morning and got home at 11:00 at night. He never really got to spend much time with his father but all he knew was that he loved his father and he knew his father loved him. As far as Everett goes that was good enough for him.

He took three huge bites out both cold and hard pop-tarts. And they where gone. Chugged his milk and slammed the glass on the table.

His hair was still a mess, so he walked down the hallway to the bathroom swung open the door and left it open. He took a big whiz and didn’t care who saw. Flushed then walked over to the sink. He washed his hands, got them even more wet and then ran is soaking wet fingers through his hair and made it look like he liked it. He snapped at himself in the mirror like he was the coolest kid in the universe of Bathroom-topia.

His mom was in the car waiting for him in the drive way.

Everett walked out the garage door roughed up his hair a little bit but then cringed because he had forgotten about the huge bump on his head from 6 minutes ago, which he had just rubbed very hard with his hand on accident.

He opened up the door to his moms 2008 four door Ford Focus. Plopped down into his seat and slouched.

“What was that loud thump I heard this morning?…” his mom said.

“I hit my head on the dresser again…” he said with a grunt.

His mother laughed and then rubbed his back. They drove to school listing to some old 90’s metal hair band. And that’s why he loved his mom. His mother was a rocker just like him. But ironically she worked at Don’s Classical Music Shoppe. It was some old cheesy music shop for old people who miss the good old days. She was not the type of person who should be there but she respected all types of music and the owner was about to go crazy any way.

Everett may seem like a disrespectful lazy beast of a boy but that was just “Morning Everett” he was very respectful of everyone and treated everyone nicely.

The car came to a stop his mother said by he said by he closed the door, he was not semi-awake. He walked up the front steps of the school waved goodbye to his mom as she drove down the street.

Everett Stared at the huge main door of the school as herds of people rushed by. He took a big deep breath in pushed out the air and walked in. He pushed in the doors of his high school and went on his journey that was only seven hours long. But ever second he was there it was more and more pointless and boring.

He pushed through a long hard day as paper air plains and spit wads fly through his classes. “Another school day another point of my IQ gone. Oh well…” he thought to him self.

The day was long, slow and hot. The worst kind.

But before he knew it the most glorious sound swung through his ears.

The school bell to go home.

Some people like the sound of Amazing Grace and they think its beautiful, but the bell at the end of the day was his Amazing Grace and the sound of freedom.

He was the first out of the door of this last class.

Everett reached in to is pocket and pulled out his iPod and was on his way.

Chapter Two.

Everett was walking down the hall at St. Cloud High School it was the end of the day. Everett was blaring his iPod, it was loud enough that anyone who came within at least two feet of him could hear every riff played buy the guitars. He just happened to be listening to Escape by Our Last Night it happened to be one of his favorite songs. Everett was a tall boy, not too tall but average tallness. He had longish dark brown hair that was very wavy. He was not skinny and he was not “fat” he was average weight. He was just an average kid. He was not a prep, he was not a “nerd” but he was mainly friends with the people who needed friends and a shoulder to lean on. He tried to be friends with anybody and everybody.

As he walked and waved to his pal’s from all around the school, he realized there was talk going around the school, a rumor. He would have normally just blown it off and ignored the people talking about it, but it seemed as if everyone in the whole school knew, and was constantly talking about. So he paused his iPod as he slowly walked by the most popular jocks and girly preps in the history of the schools popular people. He was curious of what some of the dumbest people would say about it, what ever the rumor really was.

“I heard if you go at dark that strange things come out and attack you, and that’s why Jason Baker is in the hospital” said one of the girls there.

Everett was just waiting for some ditsy girl to say “OMG Becky no way! That’s like so creepy!” He got his wish. He rolled his eyes, walked faster, but kept his iPod still on pause. We walked through the hallway curiously to find out what place they where talking about, and any other stupid information he could get.

Everett saw his friends Jason and Thomas talking over by the girls bathroom as if they where actually going to pick up some girl.

“Hey guys what’s up?”
“Eh’ not much just standing here and waiting for you bro.
” said Thomas

Now Thomas was an average kid to, he was a little shorter than Everett but he was skinnier to, he wears the tight pants and all that good jazz. Thomas has long straight black-brownish hair, but it was longer than Everett’s hair. But as far as anything else he was average.

But Jason, he is a twig. He’s a tall, extremely long haired twig. He wears the tight pants and even more of the good jazz also. But he has an extreme fear of blood or anything that looked like it. If he did ever see blood he would most likely pee his pants, and go running home to mommy. Okay maybe that was a little bit of an exaggeration.

We are a good group of kids, even though it may not seem like it.

St. Cloud was not any normal high school, everyone there minded their own business, there was really no drama between and clicks or groups. There was only drama unless something really big went around that effected everyone. Everyone had medium to large groups. But Thomas, Everett and Jason there own little group, they hung out with different groups all the time. They skipped around tables at lunch to see how everyone was doing. They talked to everyone because they knew there wouldn’t be any conflict.

“Seems to me like you guys where waiting for some girl to come out of the bathroom so you can tell her she’s pretty and then see if she wants to go to a movie later, and lets face it, you know the last time Jason went to a movie he messed up everything big time by spilling the popcorn and soda all over her..” joked Everett.

“HEY!!!” yelled Jason like was pretending to be mad, but they knew he was over it.

Everett and Thomas Laughed because what Jason didn’t know was that they where watching over him at the movies to see if there little bird would fly if he fell out of the nest, or if he ever even made it out.

“Yeah I know, but that’s Jason, I’m smooth like a panther in the dead of night” said Thomas.

“Yeah we’ll see about that” said Jason and Everett at almost the exact same time with a little chuckle in there voices.

They all started to walk towards the front doors of the school as Everett said
“So have you guys heard the rumors going around school?”
“It’s all a huge hunk of crap, people these days start lies just to start lies.
” said Thomas

“Yeah, some crap about how the old abandon mall down town has something hidden in one of the stores, and if you find it or come within like 5 feet of it raging wild beasts will come at you, Some say the store was Hot Topic because that place is so creepy, but I say it’s hidden in Hollister, everything evil comes from there” said Jason.

They all laughed as they opened the doors and stepped out side.

They all agreed on Jason’s theory of the whole Hollister thing as they all left to go home.

Jason got on his bike, Thomas got in his dad’s car and drove off.

Jason, Thomas and Everett had all been friends since early childhood.

Everett met Thomas in Pre-school. They hung out all the time and where glued together. There friendship could never be broken no matter what force came upon it. Thomas and Everett had been through all the highs and lows together. They knew each other so well it was almost scary.

Jason and Everett became friends in third grade. It was odd how they became friends because Everett and Thomas dared him to pee on one of the trees on the playground of the school during recess. He was the new kid so we gave him a hard time, but only because he seemed cool. Jason had to own up to Thomas and Everett’s friendship because of how close Thomas and Everett where. But sure enough Jason peed on that tree like no other. And when I say like no other I mean, he was the first one to do it and it peed for so long and he peed so fast it made him seem like a real trooper. So from then on we called him Captain G.I Pee-a lot.

From that moment on they where al friends for life. Kind of like there own Justice league, but with no super powers.

Everett when to his usual spot to wait for his Mom.

This spot was no ordinary spot.

I was a place under a tree off to the side of the school where nobody goes but him And only him. He was just the odd freshman that sat under the tree but he liked it there, because no one would bother him and he could look up through the giant gap between the braches that gave him the greatest view of the clouds you could ever find on earth. It was Everett’s place to sit and listen to his music and relax.

He has always gone there when something has gone wrong is his family or if anything was troubling him at all. He would sit there and pray, he would sit there and be dead to the world. The tree was his home away from home.

He looked up through the gap, and was immediately lost in his own little world. But the clouds seemed a little off today, something was different. Everett was puzzled and got an uneasy feeling. But he was relaxed again, but the feeling just kept coming back every now and then. This was his place of peace not a place of anything that fits in the category of “Bad“. A picture of a little boy in a bright blue jacket, just standing there helpless was burned in his mind. It wouldn’t leave, he didn’t know the boy, he was so confused about what it meant and why the little boy wouldn’t leave his mind.

It was a time to rest on a hot humid day. But the news guy said there would be light rains in the afternoon, and heavy rains tonight. He closed his eyes and drifted away for a long while.

“HONK, HONK!!!”

Everett jumped as usual, and his mother laughed because she got to scare him everyday for as long as she could remember. He got up and gathered his things and walked to the car.

“Hey shnukem’s!” his mom said with a giggle in her voice.

“Hey mom…” he lightly laughed back.

His mom knew Everett better than he knew himself, his mom was a kind hearted woman who cares for everybody. She could talk to anyone about anything at anytime. But what was making her upset was that’s she knew something was wrong with her little baby.

Everett could talk to his mom about anything, they had a great relationship.

“Everett…what’s wrong?” his mom asked.

“Eh’ there’s just this “scary” rumor going around school, and when I went to my little spot today I just became uneasy on and off, I just got a really bad feeling.
” he said

“Well when we get home you can lay down on the couch and I’ll make you some soup, your favorite kind, and if you want to talk more about it you know I‘m here.” she said with a big loving smile.

Everett was not a momma’s boy, his mom just care for him a lot.

They started to turn down their street as sprinkles started to come down.

Chapter three:

As the rain started to fall harder and harder, the lyrics and music of the band Oh The Blood loudly came from Everett’s room. As he lay there he stared at the ceiling wondering why so many people would believe such a crazy rumor ,and also why he felt so uneasy under his home away from home. He knew it wasn’t the clouds, he knew it had nothing to do with that place. But there something in side of him driving him crazy, and the curiosity of the rumor was not helping.

“Why would so many people believe that? And was that one Baker kid even In the hospital?” he said quietly to him self with some anger in his voice. He picked up the phone and called Thomas. The phone rang for a long time. The long rings began to become more and more annoying to Everett, the anger and the confusion was making him frustrated and the repeating of that sound was not helping.
Finally he answered

“Hello?”
Thomas has answered the phone. So that meant Everett knew he was home alone. Which would also explain why it took him so long to answer the phone.

“Hey man its Everett, what’s up?” he said with a slight hint of anger in his voice.

“You know not much just chill’s watching some TV, how about you?” said Thomas.

“Well um I’m alright…sort of…”

“Oh man, what’s wrong…?”

There was dead silence on the phone for what seemed like forever. Thomas was now uneasy also, because he knew that Everett didn’t get up set or worried about anything. And if Everett was upset he knew it was something serious, no matter how odd or weird it really did sound.

“It’s nothing much, well I think…, well when I went to my spot by the tree after school today I just got an upset stomach and was really worried about something. I cant figure out what it is. And there was this random image that kept coming and going… but that’s a different story. I’m also wondering a lot about, why everyone in the school seams to so obsessed about this off the wall rumor. I haven’t seen anyone act like this over something so absurd.
”

“Yeah I know man, I have been wondering about it to like crazy… So like what was going on while you where at the tree?”

“That’s the thing I don’t know…and I am really scared, I think the only way to get rid of this feeling might be to just go to the old abandon mall and see what all the fuss is about.
” said Everett

“Yeah totally, I’ll meet you buy the tree at lets say…9:30?”

“yeah I’ll see you there, and don’t forget to call Jason and let him in on everything.
And come prepared we don’t know what we’re up against, or even if we are up against anything…”

“alright, dude I’m going so prepared you’ll think I am a freaking ninja turtle on crack and lots of weapons, you don’t know what I got son!…
I’ll call him we’ll see you later then…bye”

“Bye” they both said laughing.

Everett sat around for the next 4 hours trying to find a blue print of the mall online. Trying to find some map to find all the exits. He sat there with the most serious face and mindset that he had ever had. He didn’t know why he was so determined, some times you just have to do what you have to do. Especially when you’re a guy.

The clock in his room struck 9:00, he got ready.

He put on his black hoodie and black pants.

Got some of the knifes his father had given him for Christmas
A few years back, and shoved them in his pockets. But left everything behind besides the clothes on his back and the knifes in his pocket.

He snuck past his mother that was watching some cheesy night time drama. He knew she wouldn’t have heard him even if he had a grenade and put it right next to her and it have it blow up. She would still sat there with an obliterated couch and not even know it happened. He made it out and went to his garage and grabbed his bike, Luckily the garage door was open for his father to come home. He hopped on his bike and was off.

He rode in to the darkness of the heavy rain. He prayed, he prayed hard for whatever it was that he as about to face. He was scared for his friends, he was scared for his life. He knew it was absurd that there would actually be something there that could actually threaten their lives. But he felt it deep in his heart, he knew there was a challenge ahead of him. He wanted to hit that challenge right on the head and prove himself. He didn’t know if it was there at the abandon mall or if it was afterwards but he knew it was coming tonight.

Everett’s mind was coming and going. He was still lost in the cloudy fog of from the incident under the tree after school. He didn’t know what to make of it, the visions of that little boy in the blue jacket kept coming back, again and again. Even more so as be became closer and closer to the tree.

Everett kept on riding trough the thick rain. He had the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up and his hood down. The feel of the rain against his skin was calming to him. It brought a sense of peace and relaxation. It cooled his body, it kept him focused for some odd reason. Everett through out his whole life had many odd visions and thoughts. Nothing bad, until now. He never knew what to do about it, but he always just stored them in the back of his mind and kept on moving. This was the first time he had the feeling to do something, anything about it. No matter now crazy anyone thought he was.

This was his chance.

Chapter Four:

As Everett rode through the blinding rain he couldn’t help but think of his friends, and how he might be putting them in jeopardy. He cared for his friends a lot, because his friends cared for him a lot. Thomas was always there for Everett, for everything. Thomas and Everett where practically brothers, considering that Everett didn’t have any siblings. Thomas had a little sister but that’s not much to connect with if you’re a high schooler and also that she’s starting the first grade next year. But Jason had no idea about what was going through Everett’s mind. Jason never really cared to ask about it, he showed interest but not enough to ask. But Jason was a good buddy to hang out with, He was like Everett and Thomas’s little brother.

The School was in sight, hardly. But about two blocks away.

He rode faster and faster just so he could get this night over with and stop having this feeling.

Everett Hopped the curb by the tree, and slung mud all over Thomas and Jason. Everett hopped off of his bike laughing at the two of the muck monsters.

Thomas and Jason where there waiting.

Drenched and covered in mud.

Jason was throwing a fit because “His hair was messed up”
And “When its wet it’s curly! And if its curly I will look ugly!!!”
Thomas punched Jason in his arm, Everett laughed. But surprisingly he wasn’t complaining that he was wearing a mud tuxedo.

“There aren’t any girls around, geez stop your whining..” said Thomas.

Thomas was in all black, he looked like a ninja that could kill you with a napkin. He looked like one of those guys that if you gave them a dirty look they would smash your skull in and take no mercy. He was right when he said he would come prepared. And Jason was in brown tight jeans and a black War Of Ages zip up. Jason only brought his little plastic pirate sword that he got at Wal-Mart for $1.78…and come cheep aviators from the Dollar Tree. Could he be any more cheesy? Nobody knows.

They where prepared alright, they where ready for action.

They all stood there soaking wet, and still being drenched. The rain somewhat took off the mud on there clothes, but that didn’t change the fact of Jason’s hair.

They all walked closer tot the tree so they wouldn’t get as wet.

But closer and that Everett got to the tree his heart began to race faster and faster. But he brushed it off his shoulder and continued to walk closer and closer. He tried to ignore his heart rate, no matter how fast It really was beating.

“So how are we going to make It in?” said Thomas.

“Well there are broken doors all over… the building…There are three main doors that will be easiest to get into because they where used the most… the more they are used the weaker… of a door they become.” said Everett, but he said it all with a shaky voice, and shivering hands. It was as if he was about to fall over and pass out.

He wiped his hand on some of the leaves to gather some water on his hand, then wiped it on his face to wake himself up and get himself out of this funk.

Jason nodded his head like he knew everything Everett was talking about, like he was some super high tech mall door agent who knew all the tricks. He looked as if he head read the book on “The History Of Doors” every night before he went to bed. Everett rolled his eyes and continued on his building break in plan.

“Alright ladies I think we’re ready to take the unicorn by the horn and rough it up a bit… gitty up Captain G.I. Pee-a lot!!!” said Thomas.

They all huddled in closer to the tree for some idiotic chant as if they where warrior Vikings getting ready for battle. Everett’s heart raced more and more. He began to turn pale, his heart was beating at a rate of 183. The things around him became a dull grey blur.

He has stepped too close to the tree. He had fallen over and passed out. The wind and rain rushed past his head as he fell. He didn’t know what happened all he knew is that he was somewhere that was very painful and everything was white. But all of those thoughts lasted about 3 seconds as he fell. As soon as he hit his head all of it was gone.

He had smashed the back of his skull on a thick root of the tree. This particular root had smaller roots sticking out of it, as if they where thorns, but not as sharp, but as equally as damaging because they where about a half inch bigger than regular thorns. Remember he has just smashed his head on all of this, use your imagination.

Blood was everywhere as soon as he fell back on to the tree. Blood was running from his mouth, his eyes where a smoky white, and his skin pale. The last thing he saw was either the scared to death face of Thomas or the little boy in the blue coat. he didn’t know, why would he?, he was passed out, he had blood all over his face.

Jason Laughed until he saw the blood running from his Everett’s mouth, Jason freaked. He screamed for help and ran around in circles because he had never seen so much blood, and had never seen any of his friends bleed.

While Jason freaked out Thomas rushed to Everett’s side and kept repeating
“Are you okay? …C’mon man wake up!”
Thomas looked Everett straight into his cold cloudy white eyes to see if there was any hope of his being alive or him actually being dead. Everett didn’t move, speak or feel.

It was as if he was dead.

Chapter Five:

The rain had seemed to come to somewhat of a halt. There were still sprinkles coming down. Everett didn’t know what had happened but his heart was back to normal and right now that’s all he cared about. He felt different, he felt comfortable as if he as in a bed of some sort. He was relaxed, but still in horrible pain in the back of his head. He could hear the voices of Thomas and Jason. Jason was somewhere but not close, Thomas was right there next to Everett waiting for any sign of him being alive. Thomas had taken down is whole ninja costume so nobody would think that he hurt the bleeding kid next to him if they where to drive by.

Thomas checked Everett’s pulse every now and then, rarely felt anything. But he could feel the small amount of heat above his heart. Thomas knew Everett was hurt badly, because of all the blood everywhere, they didn’t want to take him any were or even move him because they didn’t know what would happen if they did. All Thomas knew was that he could feel his light pulse and that he was alive.

Jason was over on the side of the school sitting there pouting and freaking out at the same time. Thomas let him be, Jason needed his space after the whole blood epidemic. The time was surprisingly 10:17 that gave Everett close to forty five minutes of a temporary coma. Everett lifted his head and sat up, the night was still young as far as he could see. He reached around and felt the back of his head, the wound didn’t feel to big but the slightest touch to the back of his head made him cry out in pain.

Everett screamed in pain, as Thomas watched in tears. Thomas had tears of joy and sorrow. Tears of joy because his friend that he had known all his life was alive, and he really didn’t want to lose him. But tears or sorrow because Everett was in pain. Thomas looked at Everett and was deeply worried about him.

“Man are you okay?” Thomas softly said.

“Yeah…” Everett grunted.

“Do we need to take you to a hospital? What do we need to do for you?”
By this time Jason had walked over because he had heard Thomas talking and saw Everett sitting up.

“No, you don’t need to do anything… but I can’t go home looking like this, and I can’t go to either of your guys house, because your mom’s would call mine and there would be a huge fight because we were all out late and they didn’t know…” said Everett
“Yeah if you go to my house or Jason’s house we’re all in the hole big time…So where can you go?” said Thomas.

“I don’t know maybe someone will take me in if just walk around for a bit.

I’ll knock on a few houses and see if anyone will let a poor bleeding 15 year old in their house…”
“Maybe that’s best, but I don’t know, you have to find a nice looking house like the people who live there will treat you nicely…” said Jason.

“Well I’m going to get walking… we’ll save thin whole adventure for another night…You guys better get home and get to bed before your parents get suspicious…”
“Shouldn’t we walk you somewhere?” asked Thomas.

“No, I’ll be fine; I’ll see you guys at school in a few days…”
Everett Got up grunting stretched a little bit, looked at the blood on the ground whipped it up with some leaves and told Thomas and Jason to get home. Everett got some of the leftover water on the leaves and very lightly cleaned up the back of his head. But the odd thing was that he was standing up and that he still felt the comfort of the “bed” whenever he was lying down.

Everett put up his hood and started walking towards some area he had seen before when his mom was on her way to work, there were nice looking apartments there. It was as if there where rich people living there but the apartments where not to fancy, but the things on the outside were.

How did he remember all of that? He didn’t know, but something’s where just burned in to his mind. Everett didn’t know if the bad thing that drove his sickness earlier has even come yet. But he did not feel satisfied with himself yet. His journey was not close to being complete. The rain started to come down a little bit more. Just by good judgment and thinking about how long the conversation between the three of them, Everett had an estimate that the time was close to eleven o’ clock.

Everett looked to the sky and let the rain drops wash his face and calm him down. He took off his hood and hung his head low so the rain to wash of the remainder of the blood and whatever dirt, mud, and tree mains that where left. He had been walking for a while now probably a good 14 minutes. Times seemed to pass quickly. But the time also seemed to grow slower and slower. He knew he would be walking for a while, because the apartments where down town. He was by the school which was about four and a quarter miles away. But also he knew he would be walking a while because downtown was a big place.

Did his head hurt like someone had taken a metal base ball bat with nails in it to the back of his head?
Yes.

Was his journey complete?
Not even close.

Chapter Six

Everett’s face was now covered in drops of rain. He whipped what he could get with one swipe of his hand. He put his hood back up and kept on walking. Still more small amounts of blood still rushing from the back of his head, the more pain he feels. He kept hearing soft voices from somewhere in the back of his mind, they sounded very familiar. Maybe his mom maybe even close friends, he couldn’t make out who it was or how many people there where. He felt dumbfounded because he didn’t know where all of these strange things kept coming from.

Lighting struck down not to far away. The sound didn’t bother him no matter how loud it was or how many times it struck, he kept on moving. All of the sudden he got sharp pains in his arm, as if a needle was going in his four arms. Flashing images, random pain, and random noises.

Was Everett going crazy?

Everett fell to his knees and grabbed his right arm. As he reached for his arm the other arm strung out in pain. No matter how much he moved any part of his arm he became in horrifying pain. As he fell to the wet dirty ground his hood fell around his neck and his pants became soaked, as you know the ground and road is soaking wet and still being rained on. The rain fell from the sky washing the back of his head. The rain was soothing to the wound but he was still in a lot of pain all over the rest of his body.

The rain washed away his tear as he cried out in pain. But the odd thing was nobody came, and nobody heard him.

Everett was screaming at the top of his lungs…still nothing.

The only things that did come where the echo’s of his raspy voice and the now very clear image of the little boy. The little boy became more and more familiar the more Everett saw him.

Everett picked himself up only using his legs. His arms grew stronger as he stood. His arms dangled, the back of his head bled. He kept on moving because he was determined.

No matter what the consequences where he we would keep moving he would stand till the end he would never give up. Everett stood strong as the eye of the storm came upon him, and prayed a little prayer of strength.

It was as if Everett had the look of evil in his eye. He had a smirk on his face of joy but also anger. He wasn’t evil, he wasn’t bad. He just was in a ton of pain and had a goal.

That odd look stayed in his eye as the night grew darker and darker. Clouds began to become bigger, and the rain started to fall harder. Lighting and thunder clashed every second, the noise was now calming to Everett. As he calmed down, he began to think of his friends and what there parents would say if they got caught. And what his mother would say and do whenever she realized he was gone. He wasn’t to worried about all of it, but he had a while to go and really needed to clear his head.

The fog stayed in his mind but he kept crawling through it. The temptation of going to the mall and actually going to see what was there, if anything. But that was not his goal, every time he did think about it, the thought just kind-of slowly walked away. So eventually Everett just ignored the temptation. But no matter how hard he tried to clear his mind he was still confused about twenty other things.

It was like someone was playing some stupid little mind game with him. Like he was the little go-kart and someone was rolling the dice and it was not Everett.

Where else could the voices and images come from?

He didn’t know, but he did care.

He couldn’t block out all the random voices, he couldn’t block out the images and he couldn’t stop the blood.

Was the blood real? Of course it was, he was there when it happened and he can feel and see the blood and the pain was there.

Was all of this a game? Everett constantly thought to himself. HE though was truly driving him insane, he didn’t want anyone in his mind. His mind was his and was a very delicate place. And he didn’t want anyone inside.

Everett began to run. He ran like he was running from Hell and the Devil himself. He was scared, more scared than he had ever been.

He closed his eyes, and unwillingly thought of the light at the end of the tunnel. He wanted to avoid it but the thought of his dying was very logical at this point. Everett sprinted in the cold chilling rain. His legs didn’t give out, his breathing never became short. Nor did he become light headed. He just ran without a care not knowing where he was going. His loud foot steps guided him wherever he wanted to be and where he needed to be.

Out side Everett’s eyes, he could see a bright street light get brighter and brighter. As soon as the light was as bright as it could get Everett stopped in his tracks. Looked up to the light and let the rain wash down his face. As Everett opened his eyes he looked around, He had no idea where he was, he had never seen a place like it at all.

Why was Everett alive?

Was He alive?

I care so much about the people i thought where
my friends, i pray for them, i care for them and i show them compassion.
Its hard to tell another guy [ these days ] how much you care about them
and that you value thier soo called “Friendship”
i know there are people who are reading this and saying
“hey andrew yeah i care about you! and it hurts that you think i dont”
but the truth is you dont. there is no one at school
that i can sit down and have a serious converstaion with.
i know all of the crap is jumbled but it all sounds better in my head.
i know there are Girls that i can kinda talk to
about serious stuff, but not really.
but when i seriously need to talk to someone
about something, i cant just have a Girl come over
and talk about this stuff becasue its akward,
and the world will judge you in some way.
im not afraid of being judged but idk
you should know where im comming from.

I cant talk to any of my “Guy Friends” about this
because they wouldnt take it seriously.
i kinda talk to grady about this stuff
but we only talk about it for like 3 minutes.
i have been there for a serten guy friend
and i was there for him on the phone
for like 2 hours because he was having
troubbles with his mom.
and i was there for him.
Most people dont know how sensative
i really am. I take pain as such a serious thing
because i have been through alot of it
and it sucks alot.

It also hurts that the people that
are your “friends” dont have the guts
to come up to your face and tell you
that they just dont want you to hang out with them.
seriously grow a pair and tel it to my face.
you can do it through a text, a myspace message,
a phone call or anything. but it takes a real man or woman
to tell a person something sierous to thier face.

im just blabbing but, if you want to know more
just message me cause this is like only half of it.

so yeah.

i dont know if you have…

but i kinda miss someone really bad right now.

she may have hurt me really bad, and made

me afraid to love again, but i guess i could be.

does it hurt more when you have to see that person everday and miss what you had?

or does it hurt more, when you dont get to see that person like at all

 but you hear there voice alot and just remeber everything you had

and try not to cry over it.

i dont know, whats really going through my mind, sept’ for sad songs.

i has your body just ever been numb, and constantly had chills?

and the tears are there but they wont come out?

well thats how i feel right now.

I’m just rambeling,

c you guys later.

~Andrew

but turns out one of my buddys from Okliehomie was there, but we didnt see each other so thats a bummer. but other than that, it was great.

i dont even know. Hmm but i know of someone who likes me.

but im not completely sure they are honest. lol. Well, hmm

yeah i have ISS 2marrow for the stupiest reasons ever.

and my dad is throwing a fit at me, and when he  throws a fit at me,

he throws a fit at my mom. So its all just Stress Stress Stress.

But i try to stay happy, and look on the birhgt side and keep

on keep’n on. [ aka, praying, aka, Keep on Truck'n ]

Well i dont know what else to write about, sept’ that

the girl that i kissed a few days ago, her fealings changed

and all that stupid jazz. Thats why im looking for an honest girl.

Blarg. 2marrow is going to suck. And im probalby not getting my new Guitar this week.

T_T <<<<< thats call a crying face >>>>> T_T

[ i have been dreaming alot latley ]

you can get close to it, but then it turns out,

she has fealings for her EX, or they just have that one thing

that turns you off, or away from God Maybe. i dont even know.ø

but i know theres alot of people out there i guess im just waiting

for the right one to swim on by, smile at me, and actualy

care about me. you may think im just saying “me, me, me”

but im not, i have to swim by to, to find that fish.

and i do care about the peroson/people [ who are or would be ]

in my life. But dating is to find out what you like in a person,

what qualities does this person have of “the one” or what

qualities does this person not have that “the one” should have.

i  dont know where im going with this… But patience is good

and it may be hard swimming along constantly look for that right fish,

but you have to keep on TRUCK’N …Truck’n thats a fun word to say :] …

Hmmm, well if anyone has anything going on in there life that they need to

talk about, im totaly here for anyone who needs me. im not going

to lie to you, im just going to give you my advise and see if you think it is  good

well yesterday was me BEE DAYY. and i got some MOO-LAAHH. and im glad.

right now i think im just typing to be typing.

hit me up with a message on myspace please :]

[ www.myspace.com/andrew87000 ]

i know some  people have it worse than i do,

but like nobody really knows the truth about whats going

on, its really hard to exsplaine because your not me

and you dont witness everything thats happening in my life.

you all really have no idea, unless you have exspriernece the

EXSACT same things. It really sucks, i am blessed with a family

that loves me and takes care of me. I love my mom with my whole heart.

and i hate to see her cry.i hate things being so stressfull. i just want her to be happy

and i want things to be smooth and back to the happy times. and idk i really dont have

someone i cant truley vent all of this stuff to exspet my youth pastor. and also like my friends

are stressfull, sometimes i think Chase, Grady and David only keep me around

in the “group” is because they feel sorry for me, or they just dont want to tell me how

they really feal. but im just blabbering. i dont even know. but… i guess i dont have

a true best friend or anyone out side of my home who trule cares about me and

really wants to know whats going on in my life and wants to hang out with me and

spend time togeather. i really hope im not losing my friendship with Grady.

i would be crushed if that ever happend. im sorry for venting i just need to sometimes.

all i need to do is pray. and whatever happens, happens. and happens for a reason.

thank you for whom ever is reading this.

i love all of you guys.

~ANDREW

its a good song by ROD THOMAS

 check it out :]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sY_zVNZL5uM