//------------------------------// // Depression // Story: The Rebels // by CillianChamp //------------------------------// Chapter One: Depression All right, so, I’m Lorcan. Lorcan Darcy. I’m sixteen-years-old, well almost seventeen in a few months. I'm lying here in my bed, and I can't get to sleep. I've been thinking about stuff- too much stuff. I've been thinking about it for a while, now, and I guess it's kind of getting to me. Well... wait. I guess I should have started this story earlier, like when I first started thinking about the stuff, right? Yeah, I never was good at telling stories. Okay, forget about my bed. I'm at the hospital, and my little brother and sister are with me. When the Doctor says... ...No, wait. I was kind of thinking about it then, too, wasn't I? All right, so it's further back than that, and I don't really remember when. Anyway, one day or another, I just kind of started to think about... well... about what happened to me. My friends just betrayed me and my best friend tossed me into the acid. I mean, not really about us personally, but more like... I think they hated me for something, if they were still my friends; they would stay right by my side. Weird, right? After all it’s already been five years after Laura-Belle died and my parents’ divorce because of my mom helped a mysterious cult drown her to death. My boyfriend Jake already cares about me and he’s the father of my child. My dad and my step-mom do know that I’m bisexual and they are fully supportive of me because they are care deeply about me. I was nine years old and I used to be an adventurous thrill seeking kid. I found life boring and was always looking for something that would kill my boredom. I used to hang out with Emily Jones and Molly Mayne and do "tests of courage", such as jumping off different bridges or other dangerous things. One day, after jumping off a bridge, my shoes were missing. Emily found a fat kid who wore the shoes similar to mine, who also attended a cram school, and reported on him. We made plans as if we were on a mission and called out the kid. I punched the kid and cheerfully shouted after defeating him. Going back home, Mikey, who is my twin sister's boyfriend turned out to be the fat kid's older brother and he was given a solar plexus. I ended up beaten but I didn't mind since I believed that I had successfully won over boredom. As time went by, my friends decided to stop their "tests of courage" and think maturely. Alone, I thought I needed to do something to not let myself lose against boredom. After Elizabeth transferred to my class and I learned of her disability, I thought that she was weird, and found another way to win over my boredom: by picking on Elizabeth. I thought Elizabeth was a burden to the class as they made extra efforts to keep Elizabeth aware of this. One day, I wrote insults to Elizabeth after the class lost in the choral contest. I erased the writings after showing it to Elizabeth, pretending that I cared. Thinking that she would get mad or cry, she thanked me and my friends instead. I then became curious of Elizabeth's reactions to every prank I did, which quickly turned into bullying. The Principal later discussed the matter with my class when Elizabeth lost or broke eight of her hearing aids in five months that cost $3,500. He made a deal of letting the school handle the matter if someone voluntarily takes the blame or lets the police investigate. I was going to raise my hand, my teacher pointed me out and asked for the class' idea about her. Even though everyone enjoyed my pranks, they talked as if they were not involved or tried to stop me from doing it. In the end, I took the blame and I was then the one bullied by everyone in my class instead. My teacher never believed me when I reported the incidents, as he thought she was lying. Instead of helping me, he told me that what she did was returning back to me. Feeling the pain from getting bullied, I wondered how Elizabeth thought about me, wondering if she hated me. One day, I decided to find out the person behind my missing slippers alone. I first thought Elizabeth was the culprit after seeing her arrive early to school but it turned out that she takes care of the flowers. I saw her my wiping a desk full of insults and wondered if she was still being bullied. I returned to my hiding spot and found out that my old friends Emily and Molly were responsible for my missing slippers and fought with them. I ended up beaten, left lying on the ground. Elizabeth wiped my face in an effort to help, surprising me. I shouted out how I hated her. We fought each other, (This caused Elizabeth to transfer to a different school.) The next day, I realised Elizabeth was not wiping the insults off of her own desk but instead she was wiping mine. From that morning forward, I saw my desk full of insults which lasted until graduation day. At the opening ceremony, Emily told everyone in my class about me being a bully and how she forced a girl to transfer to a different school during their grade school. Some girls asked me about it, which I replied honestly. I lost my friends and became hated and isolated. One day I went to the book store alone to buy a limited edition book. I was nervous at first but got my confidence after managing to buy one. I encountered Emily and her friends and assumed that I could have fun together with them again. But instead, I was ignored and they decided to hate whatever I liked. Sometimes when I’m asleep, I have this weird dream about an alternate world that needs to be saved. I’ve heard some many voices that say… “Help! Help!” When I woke up, I was in my bedroom. I checked the time on my phone and it’s actually 10:00am on a Monday morning, I couldn’t go to school for a while because of what happened to my face. My entire family and their old friends from New York have gathered around for a barbeque to support me. I can’t go downstairs because… I’m scared, alright? I’m scared to show my face. The only thing I care about is Ellie, my sweet baby girl who I incredibly love. I hold her up and we lay down on my bed to cuddle. I really love my daughter so much; she is the best thing in the world to me and Jake. My younger siblings walked in, their names are Max and Dawn. Max is my fourteen-year-old brother who loves playing sports, video games and remixing music, and Dawn is my seven-year-old sister who is a talented scientist. She loves to design robots and invent supercomputers and artificial intelligence. “Hey Lorcan, we’re missing you downstairs.” Max greets his older sister. “You okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine.” I answered while I’m holding Ellie. “What’s up?” “We wanted to see if you’re okay, you’ve been in your room for a long time.” Dawn said as she sits besides Lorcan. “Yeah, I wanted to be alone and whatever.” I said to her siblings. Just then, two of my best friends from New York walked in. Anya Diaz is my Mexican-American best friend. She’s the greatest I've ever had, she enjoys singing. And finally Kyle Pimiento, my African-American best friend, he loves rap music, making jokes, playing drums and of course, Anya. “Jake, they’re in here!” Kyle said, that bumbling idiot, as Jake walked in. “Hey babe, Jenny sent us up here to keep you company.” Jake greets me as he walked in. “What happened? Is everything alright?” “I know, I’m just feeling pissed. It’s just I hate this town, I missed all my friends. I just want to go back to New York. Back in our old house.” I said. “Where Laura-Belle’s grave is.” Dawn said in agreement. Laura-Belle was a destined hero in my family. “It’s going to be okay, guys.” I said. My friends have always been there for me. Ever since what happened. Before the incident, I was the greatest supervillain known as Lady Purple. I used to cause destruction and now because of the accident, I’m thinking of retiring as a supervillain. Dawn saw the door glowing and decided to open it. “Dawn, what’s wrong?” I asked as she opened the door. Dawn opened the door which is supposed to lead to my bathroom, but all we see is a huge light. It sucks us inside of the light to another world. I woke up in a weird bedroom. When I got out of bed, I saw something shocking to me. “Huh? Oh my gosh! My legs!” I said in shocked. I know, right?! My legs have been turned into hooves. I couldn’t believe it. “Mom?” Ellie asked as she feels groggy. “E…Ellie? Is that you, honey?” I asked in fear. “Yeah, mom. But, look at me!” Ellie said to her mother as she had turned into a thirteen year old girl. “I’m a teenager! What’s going on, mom?” “I don’t know. I don’t know where we are.” I answers. “Don’t worry, Ellie. Let’s find the others.”