Peter Williams and Richard Tory were two students in High School. One of them dies at the end of the school year.
Peter and Richie were two very different kids. Peter was a meek, scrawny and malnourished boy who shouldn't be out in the sun as often as he should've. Peter was meek, soft-spoken and cowardly for a good reason. Peter was not allowed to act out. His mother was on antidepressants and completely oblivious to her surroundings while his father was a manager of a Rite Aid struggling to meet conditional standards for his store. His father was also a High School dropout not necessarily pleased with how his life turned out, but didn't choose to express that too often. Except he became much more open about expressing it all over Peter whenever he was ingesting alcohol, which happened to be virtually every evening.
Peter also had a sister named Alice. Alice was 14 and a freshman in Peter's High School but already has had more sex than her brother, still a virgin. There were even rumors that she's had an abortion at one point or another, but it remained unconfirmed even after her inevitable suicide during her sophomore year in High School due a Vicodin overdose. One thing was for certain, and it was that she knew how to handle a cock. Both in the sexual term and in the sense that her father was a bastard of a human being and she knew how to evade her family's malice. She was unplanned, and therefore unwanted in her family, which seemed to emphasize the need for her to fill the void in her heart and the void between her legs. At least you could call it a void by this point after how much sex she's had.
Peter suffered from social isolation at school and talked to no one. Yet who would want to listen? He emitted a benign vapidness that clenched the souls of everybody around him and made everybody avoid him like the plague spreading disease, which was ironic considering the blight spreading disease was someone like Alice that everybody flocked to. Peter was depressing to be around, and Richard Tory made this clear whenever he decided to bully him. Richard Tory was a Junior who came from a rich family and was a football player. Everybody liked Richard Tory because he was nice and friendly and criticized others for being weak, most notably Peter Williams. He was the star of Sierra High School, and all the women swooned over him when he drove into the parking lot in his fancy-ass blue sports car.
Everyone was so eager to do favors for Richard Tory, to help him out when he needed it, to support the man at every turn because he was doing so much. Richard Tory was a young man with ambition; he was stretching himself to the greatest limits to succeed, and while he let no obstacle stand in his way, he was modest enough to admit when he needed help. Everyone had nigh-impossible expectations for Richard Tory but he would die to meet them. On the other hand, everyone ignored little Peter and his aura of adolescent melancholy. And "everyone" was a liberal use of the word. Richard Tory, Christina the sophomore with DD breasts, the autistic kid who was nearly murdered, even that ugly social outcast high on vicodin and his short sexy girlfriend avoided him in disgust. He even considered that unsettlingly feminine freshman boy who fucked his sister senseless, but apparently he was burned to death later that semester in some unfortunate pizzeria accident.
Peter stole his mother's antidepressants a lot to calm himself down. Of course this wasn't a great idea to take into consideration that he was suicidal on many occasions. This was something that antidepressants capitalized on by ironically having increased risk of suicide as one of their possible side-effects due to the miracles of the medical industry. He didn't care. And every week he teetered closer and closer to the brink of ending himself, while things for Richard Tory kept getting grander and grander throughout the school year.
Then one spring morning he woke up, and went down the halls while his parents were at work. He could hear behind the locked door of his sister's room her erotic moans as the bedpost banged against the wall. Business as usual. After breakfast he went he went digging through his parents' bedroom. Deep in the closet he found the .45 handgun his father always talked about. The hunting rifle was unfortunately missing, but this would do just as well, he thought. He took as many clips as he could with him, and figured today would be a lovely day for a school shooting to occur.
Nothing was different. He was quiet, depressing and unlikeable like every other day. But a lot of students were as well. He looked at them with disgust. They gave him no pity. He'll give them none, either. The only thing he intended to do was to give them sweet release. And most notably, to kill that bronze idol Richard Tory. That heartless bastard that had everyone behind him, everyone rooting for him. While he sat in the shadows with nothing. During lunch, he went near the overhang. He pulled out the gun and started shooting indiscriminately into the crowd. People started fleeing while they heard the gunshots. He was looking for Richard Tory through the fleeing crowd. He wanted to see the coward running away like everyone else, or using them as a shield so he could get by. But he didn't see him. He shot 23 shots. He hit 17. 6 kids died while this unfolded. People heard 24 shots, but one shot was not coming from Peter Williams but going into him. The ugly social outcast just showed up to school with a deer rifle and it only took one well-place bullet through the chest to kill Peter Williams almost instantly.
Peter Williams never found out that Richard Tory wasn't at school that day. He was in the hospital after a suicide attempt. He tried to put a bullet through his head but the kickback from the gun was surprising enough to scalp him across the forehead and draw enough attention to be subdued before another round could be fired. He eventually did kill himself. At the beginning of the following school year, so there's your technicality. Alice had somebody selling her vicodin that she eventually overdosed on sometime in November during her Sophomore year. The perpetrator involved was never caught, but was thought to be tied to the murder of Peter Williams.
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