The Story of David Mayter (2004)
Entry 08: The Beginning of the End
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“I may never forgive Jason for this. I may never leave
the house in pure rage. I may never, ever, look at a god damn pacifier again,
or drink from a bottle… or visit a damn web site that related to the shitty
lifestyle of a teen baby…”
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“Yeah, I’ve decided to lay
low for a bit” David typed, tapping ‘ENTER’ at the end.
“I don’t blame you…I would,
too. I don’t recommend buying anything, or doing anything that could make any
suspicion of anything” ‘PaciMat667’ replied.
David was once again sitting
at his computer desk, typing away with online friends.
“So what happened to Sven?”
‘PaciMat667’ dared to ask.
“The hell if I know, or care”
David said.
“Well…I mean…meh…never mind”
‘PaciMat667’ finished.
“Yeah man, I don’t even want
to talk about him” David said.
“I understand. So anyways…how
goes the story?” ‘PaciMat667’ asked.
“It goes. I released the
first few entries. People seem to be enjoying it” David said.
“Awesome. Yeah, I read what
you’ve got released. It is real good” ‘PaciMat667” complimented.
“Thanks. Yeah, it’s hard to
write though. I’m almost at the end of his journal. It’s getting really, really
hard. He keeps writing about how much he wants to tell his mom, but keeps
backing down because of what people are telling him online.” David explained.
“Ouch – sorry to hear that.
Like, what are people telling him?” ‘PaciMat667’ asked.
“Just stuff…mostly about how
the kids that DO tell their parents only get sent to psychiatrists, which is
complete hell.” David said.
“Yeah, that’s what most TB’s
say” ‘PaciMat667’ said.
“Yeah…” David finished.
“…well, I’m gonna go. Parents
are home” ‘PaciMat667’ said.
“Yeah, alright. I’m going to
call up Jason or something” David said.
“A’ight, later” ‘PaciMat667’
said.
“Later” David replied.
And with that, ‘PaciMat667’
logged off, and David stepped away from the computer. He walked from his room,
into the living room, and picked up the phone. He picked up the phone, and
dialed Jason’s number.
“Hello?” he heard Jason say.
“Hey man, sup?” David said
into the phone.
“Hey… nothing much. I’m
freakin’ bored though…” Jason said.
“Yeah… me too. Doing anything
today?” David asked.
“Nope…” Jason said.
“Want to head outside?” David
asked.
“Yeah, I guess” Jason said.
“Alright, I’ll be here. Just
come on over” David explained.
“Alright” Jason said.
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It was just him and Jason
that day. They didn’t do much; because there wasn’t much to do… the day had
been an ordinary day… but that all changed very, very quickly as the day was
coming to a conclusion. They now were in the park, the same he, Sven, and Jason
sat in so long ago.
“Dude, this day was a total
waste of time” David complained.
“Yeah… I know.” Jason agreed.
“Oh fuck” David said out of
nowhere.
“What?” Jason asked.
“Dude, over there. It’s
freakin’ Ryan and his crew” David said, pointing across the park. And of
course, he wasn’t lying. Standing across the park, in the basketball court,
Ryan and his friends were playing basketball.
“Fuck them man, just ignore
them. They ain’t doing shit” Jason said.
“Yeah… you’re right” David
admitted.
Jason laughed… then suddenly,
he began to laugh harder.
”What? What’s so funny?” David asked.
“Dude, I just remembered Sven
yesterday” Jason said, chuckling.
“Ugh” David said, instantly
feeling the heat of rage bubble up inside of his chest at the sound of Sven’s
name.
“Dude, you wouldn’t believe
the beating I gave him” Jason said.
“Oh? What’dya do to him?”
David said, getting a grin.
“Beat the living shit out of
him. No mother fucker punches me in the face, when all I’m trying to do is keep
him from getting his ass kicked from YOU” Jason said.
“Heh, awesome. I swear if I
see him again, I may literally break his neck” David explained harshly.
“I don’t blame you at all.
Honestly, I would have killed him the second his pulled your pants down” Jason
said.
“I wanted to, trust me. The
only thing that stopped me was the fact that I would have literally broken his
face” David explained.
“Yeah…” Jason explained.
“Uh oh…” David said out of
nowhere, once again.
“Uh oh what?” Jason asked.
“Dude, Ryan and his crew are
like… staring at us” David explained.
“…shit” Jason said.
They both looked over at the
basketball court, and watched as Ryan, and his friends pointed their way, and
talked. Suddenly Ryan, the biggest and obviously strongest one, threw his
basketball behind his should, and then began walking towards them with a very,
very angry look on his face. And soon after, his friends began to follow him…
“Yo bitch!” Ryan yelled at
David. David’s heart sank into his gut…
“The fuck are you doing,
beating the shit out of little kids!?” Ryan screamed.
“What?” David asked.
“Yeah, your little friend
Sven was walking down the street all bruised up, and said you kicked his
fuckin’ ass. Man, that’s fucked up, he’s how old? 12? And how old are YOU?”
Ryan ranted.
“Uh… um… no, dude” David
attempted to say, trying to explain that he’s got the whole thing wrong.
“Answer me bitch, how old are
you?!” Ryan yelled.
“…14…” David said.
Suddenly Ryan’s face
expressed rage.
“Man, that’s fucked up”
someone said behind Ryan.
“What is?” David asked.
“You little bitch, acting all
hard and shit. I should kick your little ass and teach you what it feels like
to get the shit beaten out of you by someone bigger than you!” Ryan shouted.
“Dude, it wasn’t me. It was
Jason” David said. His heart was beating hard, and his mind was racing. He was
damn scared, and had reason to be. Ryan and his crew were huge, and when it’s
only two of them, and about four of Ryan’s crew, there’s reason to be afraid.
“Who, this little fat-shit?”
Ryan snarled at Jason. David quickly looked over at Jason, concerned. Jason’s
eyes were huge, and he was obviously scared out of his mind.
“That little bitch would do a
damn thing, look at him. He’s too scared to say anything to me!” Ryan said.
“Jason, tell them that you
were the one that did that to Sven!” David ordered, but Jason was silent. David
couldn’t believe it.
But suddenly Ryan walked
towards him, and picked him up by his shirt. David struggled as he was lifted
out of his seat, and quickly thrown onto the ground hard.
”JASON. TELL THEM!” David screamed as somebody kicked him in the stomach. But
Jason sat silent, and all he could do was sit there scared, and simply watch.
Sure, the idea to say something slipped into his mind… he wanted to… but he
couldn’t….
“JASON” David screamed as he
got punched and kicked...
“JASSSSONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”
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“SON OF A BITCH!” David
screamed, throwing his fist into a wall. He was now in his room, enraged and
saddened by Jason’s betrayal. He punched his wall again, and again.
He punched his wall so hard
the third time that he made his knuckles bleed. But he didn’t care. He was too
numb from the emotion (and physical) pain that Jason, and Ryan’s crew brought
him. He breathed hard, gritting his teeth, and looked into the mirror. He was
bloody, his eyes were bloodshot, and his cheeks were soaked with tears.
“Fuck YOU” he screamed, and
punched the mirror hard, shattering it and causing the pieces to fall to the
floor.
Then suddenly HE fell to the
floor, and held his head in his arms, crying miserably into his arms. The
emotion was too much. He was betrayed by the only true friend that he believed
that he had. First Sven and now Jason…
“…what is wrong with me…” he
said to himself.
Suddenly he gained control…
he slowly pulled his head up, and then he himself stood up. He looked at the
closet that the mirror stood on. He opened the door quickly, and took a look at
the box that held his baby things, and gave them a nasty snarl.
“It’s because of THAT” he
yelled.
Suddenly he took the box, and
whaled it across the room, against the wall.
“YOU are the thing that
RUINED MY LIFE” he screamed at the box.
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“That’s it. I give up. I’m ending my useless lifestyle
as a retarded teen baby. I’m sorry Will, but I cannot finish your story. I’m
giving it up. It ruined my life. If it weren’t for that trash, Sven would still
be my friend, I wouldn’t have gotten my ass kicked, I wouldn’t hate Jason… I
hate it. I’m done. I’m through.”