A/N- So this is interesting. For those who don't know, yes I am a lesbian but I thought it would be fun to write a m/m story. Just a disclaimer, there's homosexuality (possibly no sex) and many references to rape. If any of those things bug you, don't read the story.
Insomnia Chapter 1
He woke up bathed in a cold sweat. The darkness enveloped him to a point where he almost screamed. He flicked the light switch, and the darkness fled from ever empowering light. Isaac wiped the sweat from his forehead and stood up, knowing he would not sleep again tonight. Insomnia has grasped another victim. He glanced at the clock, 12:30. "Damnit," he muttered. He wandered downstairs into the kitchen, snagging a Dr.Pepper from the fridge and downing it. He pulled away from the can with a slight shudder. Bored, he sat at the table with his laptop, contemplating how to amuse himself until the sun rose. There was nothing to do online, but he wouldn't let his mind wander, for that was beckoning the dark to come back and harass him. He worked on nothing until dawn filtered through the kitchen windows. Then he slept, the light being his guardian angel while he stole a few hours of peace from the dark.
"You look like shit. Again." It was Inle's opening statement the moment she saw him at school the next day. He glared pleasantly. She reached up to cup his face with her hand, and his irritation evaporated. Inle was severe in the Napoleon Complex, about 4'11, but the most overprotective girl he'd ever met in his life. Although she was overprotective of everyone, she had taken an attachment to Isaac and took pains to make sure he was always okay.
"Did you sleep last night?" she questioned, staring at the ever deeper bags underneath his eyes. Mutely he shook his head, sliding against the wall onto the floor. She sat beside him.
"Isaac..." she started.
"I know!" he snapped, immediately relenting as he saw the look on her face. "I'm sorry. It's just… life shouldn't be so complicated." She smiled sympathetically at him and kissed his cheek as the bell rang, disappearing up the stairs.
Isaac looked down at his paper. Something about Europe; he was supposed to be answering questions as the teacher lectured, but he couldn't focus. Irritated, he let his mind wander off to unimportant places.
"So Isaac, if you feel it's below you to pay attention, then maybe you can tell us the answer to number 4."
The classroom filled with small giggles, and some kid muttered fag, to which the teacher said nothing. Mr. Soyea hated gays and had no problem not hiding it. Isaac glanced down at number 4, then up at the teacher. Of all of the questions on the review, why would Soyea ask him a question he was very likely to know.
"There were 11 million people who were killed in the Holocaust." Soyea narrowed his eyes, and Isaac felt compelled to continue.
"Almost one million of the people who died were homosexual men." Soyea's mouth tightened, but Isaac was on a roll and he felt no need to stop.
"No one ever hears about them because everyone only focuses on the Jews and homosexuality is so taboo. But the gay community felt the pain of the Holocaust just as much as any Jewish person did, as any gypsy did, as anyone else who was recognized. We should get that respect too."
"Shut the fuck up Powers! Nobody cares about the faggots!" Isaac glared at Dwayne, standing up slowly. Isaac was a docile person, slow to anger, which was why he spent so much time with Inle, she was quick to go off on anyone for any reason.
"That's enough Tyson," Soyea said mildly. "You Powers, you have detention."
"What for?" Isaac's indigence prevented him from keeping silent.
"I didn't ask you to go on some rant on personal beliefs. If we could do that whenever we wanted, I'm sure you'd dislike me a lot more." The class erupted in laughter. Some magical self control kept Isaac from blowing off his handle, but lucky for him the bell rang.
"That's bullshit," Inle snarled at lunch. "I hate Soyea, that fucking homophobe thinks he can get away with hating us by making excuses. I'm gonna give him hell during 5th period." Isaac smiled slightly. "You'll get detention too." She smiled back at him.
"I'm completely aware. But stronger in numbers, right?"
"Right." Lucas sat down at the table next to them.
"Dwayne feels like kicking your ass," he informed Isaac with a smirk. Fights amused Lucas to an extreme; he was the Mercutio of the group. Inle bristled.
"What the hell for?"
"Something about-" Lucas's voice lowered to imitate an angry black man's. "I'm tired of hearing bout how that faggot thinks people give a shit bout them damn homos!" Inle ran her hands through her short butch pixie cut.
"Let me talk to him. He'll care when I'm done." Isaac sighed. "I really don't care enough to even be pissed. He punches me in the face and I'll spit in his mouth." Lucas laughed but Inle didn't.
"That's a horrible thing to do to anyone," she said softly to him.
"What, like I didn't already know that? Damn, I was kidding." Her dark eyes continued to appraise him, and suddenly he was angry.
"I'm not a fucking moron! I know what I live with every fucking day, and I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy! God why are you so incapable of thinking I can't take care of myself?"
Inle glared at him as her eyes filled with tears.
"Maybe, just maybe Isaac, you mean something to me and I can't bear the thought of losing you!"
She stood and was gone, moving with the grace only Inle could possess in anger. Isaac's head dropped into his hands.
"Dude, Inle worries about you. It's in her nature. Don't rag on her cause she cares."
"I don't try to. It's just… I worry about me enough, and I don't need anybody else to make it worse."
Lucas gave him a sympathetic look and Isaac felt like throwing up.
"I'm going to the library." Isaac said abruptly. Lucas let him go, knowing the library was his haven. Isaac was never a person to feel entirely safe.
The library at their school wasn't large, but almost always deserted. That was fine for Isaac who liked the solitude and smell of books. The librarians knew him by name and had his I.D. number memorized. He wandered along the shelves against the back wall, the most isolated place of the library. He meandered, not paying attention to the titles of the books until one caught his attention out of the corner of his eye.
Broken. He stared hard at the book, anger pumping in his veins. Broken was a new book, almost a bestseller, written by some girl talking about a gay boy and his struggles. Ever since the book came out, homosexuality within teenagers had become a new fad.
"Travis Kramer is a broken soul. He's just come out of the closet and he's losing friends. Then he meets a boy, Richard. Smart, energetic and funny, can Richard save Travis from his fears of losing everyone, and losing himself as well?"
"Bullshit," he muttered darkly. He placed the book back on the shelf and sat on the floor.
"People don't know what it's like to be really broken," he murmured softly. He flinched as a bright white stream of pain ran through his head, and suddenly he was engulfed in darkness.
He could taste blood in his own throat, and he tried to cough it up, but he was blocked by something- nails ran down his back, drawing blood and he tried to scream, but it was being shoved down his throat and he couldn't breathe and he tried to pull away, and something was pulling his hair and he needed to vomit but it was stuck in his throat and he thought he was gonna die…"
"Isaac!" He jerked violently; he was looking up into Inle's terrified face. What little amount of people that were in the library were staring at him, some snickering. He touched his face and found it wet. He was shaking and couldn't stop. Inle sat down next to him, wrapping her arms protectively around his waist, whispering calm words softly to him. After a while he was no longer shaking, but he felt ill. Inle lightly touched his face.
"You're chilled," she said. "Let's go upstairs." By upstairs she meant to their English teacher, Mr. Jackson. He was without a doubt the best teacher Isaac or Inle ever had, especially since he was an English teacher who knew everything about things that had nothing to do with English.
"Powers you look like shit," he commented airily as the two walked in. Inle glowered but Isaac smirked. Jackson observed him.
"You didn't eat, and you haven't slept." The teacher offered him half a sandwich, but Isaac shook his head.
"No, you should eat something," Inle chided, once again overly mother like.
"If I eat something right now, I will vomit. If you're okay with that, then yeah, give me the fucking sandwich." Isaac's last words came out a snarl, and Inle flinched. He felt bad again, even though she was a hardass, she was a lot smaller than he was and easily terrified by men.
"Language, Powers." Isaac didn't apologize; he just nodded, but he also grabbed Inle's hand and squeezed as Jackson continued talking. "Soyea was talking to me earlier. Said you were mouthing off in his class, and tried to start a fight with Tyson."
Too much is just too much sometimes. Isaac exploded.
"That's bullshit! Soyea asked me a fucking question and I answered it and told the prick more than he fucking knew and he got pissed! I listen to Dwayne talk his shit every day in that class and don't say shit cause I'd be the one to get shit for it but today is not the fucking day to mess with me!" Isaac was no longer even aware of the fact that he was shouting until he caught a glimpse of Inle's face. Isaac was docile by nature, so him in a rage was a terrifying prospect.
"Powers, calm the fuck down, and watch your goddamn language. I know Tyson started it, so does Soyea. He can't get away with his bias bullshit much longer, but I just wanted to tell you not to let him antagonize you. If you go off on him, he'll have you a referral just because you're a queer. So just be a duck kid, alright?"
The bell rang then, and Isaac stood up. "Gotcha Jackson, be a duck." He waved good-bye to the two of them and left.
"Fuck that duck bullshit, I'm ready to be a goose."
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