Nothing Dreadful...

Currently Listening To: Every Time I Die - Hot Damn!

Out of all the people I knew from high school, Taylor was one of the most well-mannered and friendly guys. He was not incredible social, but those that were close to him knew that he was genuine and would never do anything to bug another person. He was intelligent. When the teacher would call on him in class he was unafraid to speak up and he usually knew the right answer. He generally sat alone at lunch hour in the back of the cafeteria with his headphones on and his head down minding his own business. To me, he was just another character in a sea of personalities.

At school he was tormented. I do not understand why people feel the need to bully other people, but the jocks certainly "got off" on making Taylor's life a living hell and for no reason other than because he was a little different. The guys on the football team would go out of their way to shove him down in the hallways, throw half eaten apples and sandwiches at him during lunch hour, they even went as far as to mess with his P.E. locker, soaking his clothes in water so that he would have to endure the last two class periods with wet pants. I really felt bad for the guy and I told him that he should speak up for himself and try and get some help or some kind of protection for the mental and physical abuse he was taking on a daily basis, but he did not. He let the jocks get away with their actions and to be honest it really pissed me off.

The final straw came when the insensitive prick jocks decided to graffiti all over Taylor's book locker the words "Son of a whore", unknowing that his mom was an angel and had been going through a really tough time in her life, in and out of the hospital doing chemotherapy for stage 3 liver cancer for the past year. This tore Taylor up inside and he was not about to let some pea brained asshole offend his sick mother and get away with it. It was one thing to torment him, but going after his mother was just beyond him. This time he was going to get his revenge, but he was going to do it in the worst, most drastic way possible.

He went home that afternoon steaming mad. He was wanted to show those punks a lesson that they would never forget. After some very irrational thinking he decided that he was going to kill the jocks. He was going to bring his dads handguns to school and he was going to blow them away. At this point any other person would have talked themselves out of doing something so horrible, but he was emotionally drained and was so upset and hurt by their wrongdoings that he did not care of what the consequences would be. While Taylor's mother was out at the hospital having her weekly chemo done and his father at work, the boy snuck into his parents bed room and riffled through his dad's sock drawer until he came upon what he was looking for. He pulled out a large handgun, a Sig Sauer P250, which held .45 caliber hollow point frangible bullets; locked, loaded, and one in the chamber. He held the gun in his hand and stared at it for quite some time, contemplating what he was going to do. He was sure of himself and knew that the jocks had it coming to them. Taylor went back to his room with his dad's pistol and put it in his book bag. He had decided that come fourth period he was going to end three of the jocks lives and thus changing his life and everyone else in that specific class, not to mention the entire school.

The next day Taylor was scared, he was having second thoughts about what he was going to do to the phonies that dared to offend his sick mother. The time that he decided had come and he was so nervous that he was shaking noticeably in class and he was sure that the teacher and everyone around him knew what he was about to do. Sitting at his desk, Taylor reached down into his book bag and took hold of the weapon, but just as he was about to pull out the gun he heard an ear-splitting blast go off in the hallway just outside of the class room that shook the windows. Taylor let go of his grip on the pistol and looked around the room inquisitively at the surrounding people. Everyone was scared and had no idea what was going on. The teacher told everyone to stay put while she went to investigate what had happened just outside of her classroom. Just as she opened the door, the teacher let out a huge scream and began weeping hysterically. In the middle of the hallway the most popular girl in school, Lacey Chapman, lay face down in a pool of blood and grey matter, dead from a self-inflicted gunshot wound to the head. The school would learn latter that Lacey had gone off her meds and was under a lot of stress due to being the runner up for "Prom Queen".

Taylor went home later that day and returned the pistol to its rightful place. He was still unhappy with the way he had been treated, but he was going to be rational from then on and attempted to not take things so personally. High School was nearly over anyway and he knew that in a couple of weeks he would no longer have to endure the punkass jocks ever again.

I don't know where Taylor is now or what he is doing with his life, but I am sure that he has moved onto greater things.

(Thanks for reading everyone. I miss you all very much!!!)

Love Always,
Maddog