Micah Jennings

1.19.05 Wednesday [blood]

My world continues to crumble…

Shortly after I’d finished typing up the events of last night, I was startled by a loud rapping on my bedroom door. It was Ben and Aaron.

“Where have you been, Micah?” Ben asked accusingly with crossed arms.
“Out,” I said.
“Care to be a little less general?”
“Ok, fine...”
”Go ahead,” Aaron chimed in from behind.
“You got me guys. I’ve been doing parkour,” I admitted as ashamedly as possible.
“We KNOW that,” Ben said, stunning me.
“What?”
“We know,” said Aaron. “We’re not stupid. We’ve seen the way you move, the way you glance down alleys and survey the area, looking for ladders to climb. You can’t hide it from us. We want to know about what you’re using parkour FOR.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“What’s the point, Micah? Just having fun was never enough for you. You’re always thinking practical, always looking for a means to an end. So why parkour?” Ben probed.
“I’m afraid you’re wrong, guys. I’m doing it purely for the rush, like you.”
“Then why so late at night, when everyone else is sleeping? Why so secretively?”
“And why the pack?” Aaron added.
“What do you guys THINK?” I said angrily. “If you knew I’d started up again, you’d never let me live it down. And you’d always be so far ahead. I needed time alone, to catch up. And I’ve got water in here! Jesus, you guys are paranoid!” I watched to see if my words had worked, but Ben simply stared at me with a wry smile.
“Nice cover, Mike, but there’s no way you can possibly expect us to believe it. You know we would have supported you. You know we wouldn’t have given a crap if you got better than us, faster than us. You know what I think?”
“What?”
“You’re obviously a thief. The one that’s been in the papers for the last year, “Mr. Untouchable” or whatever they’re calling you. I mean are there any other explanations for you staying out late each night, not having a traceable job, and somehow making ends meet with change to spare for your mom?”

With that I lost it, lunging at him and grabbing him by his neck.
“It’s what she deserves, Ben! They did wrong locking her up like that, and this is how they pay! It’s what they OWE us! So before you start feeling righteous remember that: we’re taking back what BELONGS to us, got it?!” He didn’t respond, so I threw him backwards into Aaron.

The back of his skull collided with Aaron’s face, sending a sickening spray of blood across his shirt. My stomach lurched at the sight and I was instantly sorry, but I refused to show it. Quietly I closed the door as Ben glared at me in disbelief while Aaron clutched his broken nose.

I just keep making things worse and worse.

-M.J.

posted by Mr. Linty @ 11:37 PM