KOrn Pretty Essay

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KOrn Pretty

i see a pretty face smashed against the bathroom floor...

"Jonathan sat on the floor next to the window in his dark bedroom alone. He watched the
cascade of rain drip down his window from off the roof. Lighting stroke across the morbid
night sky. His body, which was curled up in a ball, was leaning against the wall. His sad
brown eyes were filled with salty tears while listening to his father and stepmother fight
in the kitchen. His stepmother was very contemptible. His father wasn't. He was a good
man, very benign, but Jonathan didn't realize that when he was a child. He resented his
father for always being away from home, on the road touring, but he didn't know at the age
of 3 what it meant by having to support your family in any way you can. Even now, when he
was a teenager he resented his father for not understanding him. It seemed as if no one
understood him. And that bisected his heart.

It was going on 2:30 A.M. and Jonathan knew he should have gone to sleep hours ago. He had
to wake up at 6:30 in the morning to go to work at the corner's office. Many people found
it bizarre that he worked at such a morbid, strange place, especially for someone at the
age of 17. It wasn't just the fact that he was working there that made it so strange it
was how his personality didn't match with one who is meant to work at a corner's office.
He seemed very aloof. He didn't dress in gothic garb nor did he dress in gaudy garb, he
just seemed normal, like any other kid. But he wasn't normal; there was an undertone of
something along the lines of eccentric-ness in his personality, which you had to strain to
see. He did however wear eyeliner from time to time but no one found that to be odd, they
just thought of him to be gay. "The town faggot" is a name, which would be linked to
Jonathan for the rest of his life. Being a corner's assistant was a dexterity job. He
seemed to enjoy the job and was very diligent, but at the same time, it destroyed him.
Jonathan's eyelids began to grow heavy. His parents had stopped fighting an hour ago and
that was really the only reason why he wasn't asleep but he had so much on his mind that
he couldn't and didn't feel like sleeping. He rubbed his face away of the dry tearstains.
He stood up and stretched from sitting down in the corner for so long. He clambered into
his bed and fell asleep within minutes.

The alarm clock beside his bed went off at 6:30 A.M. He was still half-asleep when he
tried turning off the clock. It took a while for him to find the off button so instead he
threw the clock across the room. Jonathan got dressed and walked down the hall to the
kitchen. He usually didn't eat breakfast, but he hadn't eaten the night before for his
stepmother was too bust fighting with his father. He opened one of the cabinets and took
out a white bowl with a crack running down the side. Then he reached into the fridge for
some milk and oddly enough found the cereal in there as well. As he sat down and began
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