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a transition (pt 2 of Eddie's past)
Week 1: After her death
Being all the way in the back of the classroom took the eyes off of him. Eyes closed, he placed his head onto the top of his desk, sheer exhaustion washing over every inch of his body. Every time he closed his eyes he saw his mother's battered body on the floor, and his father's black eyes - soulless. The classroom remained active, the teacher droning on and on about history, or...or something. Eddie didn't even know what damn day it was, nonetheless what class he was in. He hadn't been sleeping. He hadn't been eating. He'd been staying at his uncles trailer while everything got sorted out. Well, sorted wasn't the word for it. There was not going to be a funeral, as the family didn't have enough money. His uncle was on the fence about letting him stay because it was just another mouth to feed. It was just another --
"Edward Munson, please come with us." bolting upright, Eddie peered across the classroom to see two police officers standing in the doorway, arms folded. The classroom turned absolutely silent, you could hear a pin drop five miles from here. Pure panic surged through him, but he stood on shaking legs, grabbing his bag and walking down the isle, "I always knew he'd kill someone and go to jail." a boy snickered, and the rest of the class seemed to agree as there were nods of agreement and returning laughter filling his ears. Eddie closed his eyes tiredly, his eyes burned. Nothing took longer than the walk out of the classroom, down the hall, and to the police vehicle. Nothing.
The interrogation:
"Edward, do you-" Eddie quickly corrected him, "It's...Eddie." his voice was hoarse from having not spoken in what felt like days. The officer sat silently for a moment, observing the young man in front of him - eyes blootshot, bluish-black bruses litering his face, a split lip, "Eddie." the detective began again, "Do you know where your father is hiding?" It suddenly felt like ice ran through his veins at the mention of his dad, the prick who ended his mothers life over a dish not being cleaned in the f***ing sink.
"No. I-I don't. He could be dead for all I f***ing care." his voice was low, trying his best to hold a steady composure, while his hands shook wildly underneath the table. Eddie tapped his foot nervously to music that wasn't there, "You mean you haven't caught him yet?"
"No. We have a couple leads but - " the detective shook his head and Eddie grimaced. He was out there somewhere, and he'd do that sh*t again, too. Kill someone elses mom. Two more officers came into the room, leaving the door wide open for him to leave. Eddie looked to the detective for permission, and he nodded his approval. Eddie stood up and walked out, hands shoved in his pockets to hide the trembling.
Week 3: F*** you.
"I hear he worships Satan." Jason looked at all his friends, a serious expression painting his chiseled face.
"I know that he killed someone and that's why the cops took him away." another kid added, "and he has that cult...Hellfire?"
"We have to do something about him. Make him regret the day he ever set foot at this school. We don't tolerate murderers. Freaks like him...have to be dealt with."
Eddie turned the corner, eyed them, flipped them off, and walked out of the school. He didn't ever think he could come back.
Week 4: A concerned teacher
"Eddie, your grades have slipped, you won't graduate this year if you don't take initiative."
Eddie stared blankly at the wall behind his history teacher, his eyes glazed. He was high. It was all he could do to keep himself from wasting away into nothing. How could he focus on school? How could he deal with Jason and his army of Ken dolls? How was he supposed to handle any of this after what had happened weeks ago? Eddie shrugged his shoulders, "Not to diminish your job, but this is all bullsh*t. Your class is bullsh*t. The assignments are bullsh*t, and none of this means SH*T." he rubbed at his eyes, and leaned back in his seat.
His teacher was clearly taken aback, "I'm sorry for what you are going through, but-" Eddie cut her off before she could continue, "Kindly f*** off." Standing up, Eddie waved his hand in dismissal as he exited the classroom.
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