Wolfgang

A.N: Hi guys, the polls ended so I'm going to upload my original story (at least I think it's original), before we start I just want to point out that I was like 15/16 years old when I started writing this, it was before I even started writing fanfiction and I find it quite cringey and embarrassing as I look back on it. But some of you lot wanted it, so I will provide (Btw, I haven't spell-checked it or anything in ages, so don't be too surprised if there are mistakes or anything).

Enjoy and feel free to leave a review.

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Chapter One-introduction.

This story is set in a time and age when the authority is absolute, the law is obsolete, the police are slaves, the help is few and the heroes fewer. The laws had changed, it had changed and changed and the changing stopped. This story is about a young fifteen-year-old boy named Wade Flow, a normal ordinary boy who did not think he was and was not an ordinary boy; he was an unordinary boy in an ordinary world who just wanted to be normal. When everyone dressed normal, he dressed formal and vice versa, but he never did it intentionally. He had scruffy black hair covered with white snowy dandruff, out of place rectangular glasses that hung over the bridge of his long nose and small silver braces laced over his teeth. He was also skinny and smaller than most people and only ever taller than really small people, he often saw himself as the weakest of all of his herd and felt that if him and his friends were attacked by lions he would be the one that was targeted. During lessons he found it difficult to focus, during tests when everyone answered the multi-choice questions with the letter A, he wrote C. He only ever wanted to be normal, loved and respected, the usual things everyone wants. He was an out of place gawky, nervous boy trying to force himself into place. However, as soon as he reached high school he realised when you force things, they do not always work.

The day that Wade feared the most was the day he had to go to collect his test results, the results that would have made or broke his life. The results that would have decided if he got into college or not, he was not very confident, as he was tore down more times than he was brought up. Especially by those, he loved. Wade walked to his school one day to collect his results; he knew that he would fail, as he was not a brain, athlete, funny or anything useful in general. But he told himself that he could be wrong and he could have possibly gotten his needed grades. As he entered his school his heart rate increased, more so as he saw his friends who were clearly much smarter than him, Wade took his envelope and then his fear grew even more when he opened it to read his. Then he was put out of his misery, there were more Ds on his grades then there was in a script he wrote called Deadly, Devious, Dangerous Dan the Destructive, he had started writing the book after learning about alliterations at school.

It was not his future he was scared about, it was his father. Wade was always desperate to impress his father; Wade grew up with two brothers that had autism, so naturally they were given more attention than him. Wade understood why but it did not mean that he did not get jealous; the jealousy overflowed his head, heart and soul. Wade expected his dad to have a negative reaction to his grades and he was right, Wade hated showing emotions but his father was the only one that can make Wade cry, the only one. His father was the one bullet that could penetrate his armour. After his father read the results, he did not shout at Wade, he said many hurtful things to him but the words he remembers most was

“I told you” his father said in a calm and quick voice, showed his disappointment but also showed his expectation of this to happen. “I hope you’re happy, you’re never getting into college, I told you to revise you bloody idiot”.

Wade then went to his room, which during many moments felt like his own personal asylum, but it currently felt like his personal therapist office. He cried in there for over an hour, in his head there was an image that kept playing repeatedly like a broken record. It was a picture of his father pointing at him in a similar way to Lord Kitchener and Uncle Sam in the world war posters.

“You’re a loser, a loser, a loser!” his father’s voice emotionlessly echoed “You stupid, stupid bloody idiot”

“QUIET!” Wade shouted, demanding the voices in his head to silence themselves “Quiet! Please, please, be quiet. QUIET! SHUT UP! Shut the fuck up! Leave me alone, leave me alone! No more, please leave me alone. Please!”

His father continued to torment him over the next week, he constantly reminded him of his failures every chance he got. He also did many other things such as buy takeout food for everyone but Wade, he refused to buy him that game he promised to buy him after the exam, he told Wade not to plan for his birthday this year and depending on who he was talking with, he would either lie about Wades results or tell the truth with bitterness in his voice.

Wade’s head was pounding and blue veins emerged all over his forehead, Wade erratically scratched his head, his fingers felt smaller whilst his nails felt bigger. He slammed his head against his room walls, tossed his stuff around his room and shouted internally. It felt like all the years he spent in school and all the hours he spent studying were wasted and he felt like a disappointing waste of space. After a few days of constant reminding and even more depression, Wade went to all the colleges he applied to and none of them were willing to accept him or take him in. He returned to home one day and his failing life, upset dad and disappointed family all seemed too much for him to handle. He considered taking his life many times over the year; but would never, he could not as he felt he would cause pain and sadness to his family, the funeral bill would be massive.

There was many ways to do it; he could have jumped out of his bedroom window and let gravity take the wheel, he could have taken a knife from his kitchen, the idea of jumping in front of a fast moving vehicle popped into his head a few times or perhaps hanging himself from a fan with his tie and watching lots of action movies did not help with his mind-set but no matter how many times he wanted to he felt an almost invisible force, it stopped him. It could have been a survival instinct, maybe the side of him that wanted to live, his logical side which decided it would be stupid or a ghost, perhaps an angel or perhaps the most manipulative evil force in the world, the devil, decided Wade was not worth a spot in hell. Wade began thinking and thinking, as he knew he could not take it anymore, he needed a way out. He decided to run away from home, he decided this many times over his life but his mind always said ‘stay home, home is safe, this will blow over’ but this time he thought with his emotions. Whenever his father raised his voice to him or his mother or anyone else, Wade felt a mighty pain in his head, almost as if the veins in his head had popped.

Wade finally lost it when he saw himself in a mirror; he saw his red sleepy eyes, his scruffy dandruff covered head and his skinny jaw and chin that was slowly sprouting a beard. The dust in his eyes and on his face, the food in between his yellowish teeth. Wade felt like a loser, he looked like a loser and looking back at himself he was not surprised his father called him a loser.

One day Wade waited for everyone in his house to fall asleep, Wade slowly climbed out of his bed trying not to make any noise and failed because he tripped and fell. He then quickly hopped back into bed and pretended to sleep for a while before trying to stand up without falling. Fortunately, he managed it. Wade waited a minute, before trying to do anything as he did not want to make too much noise all at once, after what he believed was long enough he took a bag under his bed that he had filled with food, he took a thin coat and a scarf along with a black round cap with a red stripe in the middle. He placed on a pair of woolly grey gloves; however, they did not provide much comfort as they had a few holes in them. Wade snuck down the creaky carpeted stairs making a minimal amount of noise then he walked towards the kitchen placing his feet carefully to make less noise on the floorboards.

Before going into the kitchen Wade walked past the room in his house where everyone sat and watched TV, he began doubting himself even more. Is a life without TV worth living he asked himself. Wade went into the kitchen and took a sip of water and placed more food in his bag along with some juice and water bottles, he then walked towards the back door. He considered placing his stuff back then going back up to sleep, he was stuck at a cross roads and he did not know what to do. As he opened the back door he stepped back a little, his hand almost pulled off the handle, his right foot leaned back into the house.

Wade had heard a noise coming from upstairs, he saw the hallway light was turned on and heard voices coming from his parents’ bedroom. Once he looked towards the stairs he saw a bright gold glowing light originating from upstairs. He then heard a wooden creak, which came from the floorboards upstairs, the sound startled Wade and pushed him out of the door. Once he stepped out he raised his arms into the air almost appreciating his new found freedom. He heard more footsteps from the inside of the house, he ran like a startled horse and jumped on top of a green bin then jumped on to the brick wall that connected his house to the garage and jumped off on to his dad’s car. The car alarm began blaring and frightened Wade even more, Wade quickly and carefully hopped to the ground and ran as fast as he could. Wade rushed out the driveway, turned right and ran like a greyhound on steroid chasing a rabbit.

As he crossed a few roads and ran across a few streets he gasped and hissed for air, once he had stopped running he began coughing violently, Wade decided to rest against a tree after confirming there was no mushrooms, bird poo or anything else disgusting on it. His head was spinning while his heart began pumping blood around his body rapidly, his head dripped in sweat and his hair fell forwards and flat. After a brief minute and multiple big breaths to reduce his heart rate along with taking a minute to wonder, why he did not run out the front door and a minute to remember it was because opening the back door was less likely to be heard from his father’s bedroom. Wade continued running, he had no planned destination, he just wanted to run. Wade’s phone began ringing, Wade removed it from his pocket, Wade looked at the phone and saw his father was calling him. Wade’s heart rate soared up, he had never disobeyed his father to this degree, at most Wade would usually play on his phone when he was not allowed to if his father was out the house. Wade swiped his finger across the phone, ending the call, Wade’s father called again and Wade quickly blocked the number. Wade went to his contacts on his phone and selected the numbers of all of his family members including his mother and father, slowly Wade brought himself to press the delete button. Wade had the number of one friend which he had kept in case he was desperate and needed help.

After escaping from his home, he lived on the streets. Wondering if his family even noticed, he did not find out as one day he was in town, the next he was in the local shopping centre, the day after he ended up sleeping outside of a chip shop. Wade travelled forwards and backwards always going to places he knew, in case he wanted to go back home, however he knew he would never go back home. Wade managed to get by with the help of the local town shopkeepers and market people who gifted him a sleeping bag and would occasionally feed him apples, a chocolate bar, or any leftover food from the day. Wade did not know their names and he felt too shy to ask but he recognised them all by face and that was good enough for him.

Wade would sometimes go to his friend’s house but grew out of that when he realised they were judging him and talking about him behind his back, he couldn’t go to any of his family as they would tell his dad and probably try to convince him to go back, if he saw them or anyone else he knew walking even in the same area as him he would sneak his face into his hood and cover it with his hat or slowly walk in the opposite direction. It was difficult, especially for the first week where his family was searching at their best. In those moments Wade would have killed for a mask, a piece of cloth or a balaclava, just anything that would cover his face. The only person Wade ever trusted from then on was his Aunt Rachel, who Wade viewed as more of an older sister. She was his father’s little sister, but Wade trusted her not to say anything to him. She tried to convince him to go back, but her efforts bore no fruit, Wade only visited her if he was desperately hungry for food because he did not want to cause her trouble.

Wade at this point was used to people judging him with a single look, occasionally he’d find a kind person willing to give him a few coins, maybe even a pound. Then there were others who would threaten to give him a pound on his head but for the most part he was ignored. He didn’t blame these people, he understood, in fact he would probably also ignore him if he was in their position.

Wade really wanted to go home, more than anything, however he had made his bed and forced himself to lie in it. His will was tested various times, the hardest moment for him was twelve days after running away. It was night time, about eleven o’clock at night, however Wade did not know that as he did not have a working phone or watch. He was trying his best to fall asleep in a doorway next to a game shop in his local town, but couldn’t as his neck was hurting from constantly lowering his head as people passed by and his back hurt from sleeping on the uncomfortable ground.

Wade heard the sound of shouting, he pried his eyes open and looked at the tables were fruit was sold in the day, he stood up and slowly walked over to see what was going on. Wade saw two men punching someone, Wade looked closely. The person was a local shopkeeper, Wade recognised his face from constantly walking past him when he sells fruit in the day.

“Damn it” Wade whispered before going over to the men “Hey” Wade shouted, the men stopped punching the shopkeeper.

“Leave or we’ll knock your ass to the ground as well” one of the men said

“Look” Wade spoke calmly, hoping to decrease the tension in the situation “I don’t really know what’s going on but can we just for a second, stop with the unnecessary violence?”

“No” the other man replied, being as serious as possible.

“Ok then” Wade trembled, he backed away slowly, Wade kept moving back. He could not stop himself, his body was moving on its own. With each step Wade hated himself more, especially when he saw the shop keeper bruised and using the tables to stand up.

“Yeah that’s right” The first man said with approval of Wades choice “pussy” he added. Wade stopped dead in his tracks.

“What did you call me?” Wade questioned the man in a very serious voice

“Hey loser” the other man interrupted “why don’t you fuck off back to that doorway you cunt? If you need a needle to help you sleep, I will get you one in a bit. Go, now”.

“You know what” Wade chuckled “I’m tired, I’m cold and I’m hot because England can’t chose a weather setting and stick with it for more than a day, I can’t sleep because of fifty different reasons, I’ve made some very bad life choices and I’ll probably make some more. But the thing I’m most tired of is people insulting me and telling me what to do”.

“Dude you crazy” the first man commented

“Dude” Wade mocked the man “I’m absolutely bonkers, now leave the guy alone”.

“I got this” the second man said confidently as he approached Wade, he slapped Wade across his head. Knocking his dusty glasses on to the floor. “You’re not a hero dickhead, get lost you little piece of shit”

“Yeah” Wade giggled sinisterly “that’s probably not good enough for self-defence in a court but fuck it”.

Wade punched the man in his face, pushing him back quite a bit, Wade had never felt more manly in his life. That was until the man looked back at him, Wade’s punch did not seem to do a thing. The man closed the distance between him and Wade and threw a few punches; he was slow but managed to skim Wades face with a few of them. Luckily, however Wade managed to dodge most of them by stepping back constantly, but he knew he would have to throw a punch eventually and he did when the men threw a left hook at Wade. Wade ducked then as the man’s arm was going to come back to strike him in his head, Wade used his right hand to strike the man between his legs. Wade was not ashamed to fight dirty when his survival was on the line, the man bent over in pain. Wade quickly grabbed the man’s head and got him in a front face lock, and attempted to choke the man unconscious. However, the man started punching Wade various times out of instinct in Wade’s leg and arm, Wade thought about what he could do in this situation and remembered an old well known wrestling move he had seen many times on TV, the DDT.

Wade decided that now would be a great time to use it, Wade pulled his leg forward and with the help of gravity and Wades own weight he drove the man’s head into the ground, Wade was surprised it worked, however Wade fell to the floor along with the man. Luckily, Wade was not that hurt, and with effort, stood up. Wade stared at the man on the floor, he was not unconscious, but did not look capable of moving. Wade turned to the other man, who pushed the shopkeeper out of the way; he took up a fighting pose. Wade was concerned; the man looked like he knew how to fight. Maybe Wade had bitten off more than he could handle, as the man approached and Wade backed away a noise could be heard. Four men were running towards Wade and the man; Wade’s chances of survival were eroding into single digits, if these men wanted to fight Wade then Wade wouldn’t have a chance.

Wade stood firm in place, he knew that he would not be able to outrun them, so if he had to go down then he would go down fighting. Fortunately, fortune favours the bold, these men were there to help the shopper. The man had realised this, he ran past Wade and helped his friend to his feet, they both scampered away into the night. The running men had stopped running and began helping the shopkeeper, Wade and the shopkeeper began explaining what had happened to the men, the men had turned out to be other local shopkeepers. The shopkeepers seemed appreciative to Wade for helping, although they were not capable of offering him a home they did give him food daily from that point, little things from fruit to ice cream to chocolate and any left overs they had that day and sometimes even something that would actually fill him up like pizza or chips.

With the help of the shopkeepers, locals, public toilets and homeless charities Wade just about managed to survive his month long ordeal of judgment, minimal food, concrete beds, sleepless nights, no TV, no internet, boredom and the nightmare that was British weather. The story has not even started yet, but after Wade had fell asleep in the blistering harsh cold for the thirty-forth time, we finally begin.