A story I wrote.
The first one I wrote. Feedback welcome. This is a work of fiction.
1/25 Some Guy I knew (Rough version)
I knew this guy when I was in school. It’s been so long now that I’ve forgotten his name – or it could be that I never knew it in the first place. I went to a big school, so it’s not outside of the realm of possibility. Anyway, this guy I knew had a very peculiar pastime. My school had a lot of doors in the hallways, they didn’t have doorknobs like the classroom doors did they had those bars that you had to push down on to open. We would always press them down pretty hard being kids and all. We were just screwing around. It was sort of fun to do on the way to your next class – but this teacher, Mr. F I think his name was would always give us shit for doing it outside of his class. I think the guy had a thing for doorknobs or something because he would always yell after us to not “depress the handles so god damn loud”. Something about hallway noise pollution of some nonsense. That guy was a dinosaur. This guy I knew though, he depressed the shit out of them. Those doors didn’t stand a fucking chance.
The guy went around all day kicking open all the doors. I don’t even know if he even went to class at all. I remember that we used to be able to hear him coming through the hallways sometimes. Just footsteps at first,and then a distant bang that you couldn’t quite make out. We all knew it was him – that it was that guy though. He had it down to an art form almost. I saw him once, he would kick the doors open and then slide through in one motion before they came around and slammed shut. I almost broke my damn nose trying it myself. They tried to stop him from doing it by making the doors harder to open. They closed faster, but he just kicked harder.
They caught him out of class a few times. They called his parents in the first time it happened – the shrink came later on. We heard they ended up keeping him in a room all day next to Mr. F’s I think. It worked for a while, but then I heard that he started kicking over the desks. I heard from Mrs. B that he would crouch in the corner of a room and then jump out and kick a desk like a god damned lion attacking a fucking gazelle. I remember he was just some quiet guy who sat in the back and then one day he just started kicking those fucking doors. I think they stopped caring after a while. They couldn’t get him to stop.
What? - No, I don’t really know what happened to him after school. I think he might have gotten out. Yeah, out of this town. Mostly everybody is still here. I think our class president and the quarterback are the only ones who went off to school. They came back later though. I think the girl couldn’t find work and the football guy broke his leg and couldn’t play anymore. We’re all stuck here. Not that guy though, he got out. I don’t know where the hell he went. Maybe he was committed, I guess we’ll never know. There was some talk a while back about him being some kind of super genius but I didn’t buy it. I think he was just bored of being stuck and was practicing for some kind of grand escape. Maybe I should have practiced with him.
