Marshall stood in front of his locker and stared into it with a blank expression.
"Norrustus?" Marshall said. He knew Norrustus stood behind him, he observed his every move.
"Yeah." Norrustus answered.
"Amarrustus?" Marshall said. He could guess that Amarrustus had infiltrated his life too.
"Yes, Master." Amarrustus answered as he stood behind him next to Norrustus. Marshall stood there and waited, he knew Sam, Richie or any other friend would be there in no time to see his attire. Marshall could already feel people's stares as they passed by.
"Holy, shit!" A voice boomed from behind Marshall. Marshall clenched his fist and looked behind him.
"Jean?" Marshall asked.
"I always knew there was something up with you! And you even have a little posse!" Jean exclaimed with a big grin on her face. "Awww, you look so cute, Marshie!"
"Jean!" Marshall groaned loudly. "I'm not doing this by choice, ok."
"Oh..." Jean said as she leaned closer to Marshall. "Are you in trouble? Do I need to call the authorities?" Jean said semi-jokingly with a small grin.
"No... Jean... I just... I can't explain it ok." Marshall answered.
"No, I get it, you're just trying a new look." Jean said. "I always suspected you were gay! I mean most of your friends are girls!"
"No..." Marshall said before trailing off into silence and putting his head in his hands. Norrustus looked in concern as he clasped his hands together and looked around the hall nervously.
"Um.. Jean." Norrustus said, making eye contact with Jean. Jean looked surprised as she turned around to look at Norrustus. "I don't know if you noticed but, you're kind of l a hard time..."
"A hard time?..." Jean said as she broke a smile. "Well obviously, he wanted one showing up to school like that." Jean grabbed Marshall by the shoulders. "So are you and Richie a thing?"
"Wha- No! Get the hell off me, Jean!" Marshall exclaimed as he pushed Jean off of him.
"Oh, you think just because you're dressed like a girl you're allowed to push one?" Jean laughed and said. She glared at Norrustus and Amarrustus before walking off.
"Marshall-"
"Don't sit next to me at lunch." Marshall interrupted Norrustus before looking back in his locker.
Marshall sat in his first period class in the middle of the room. He covered his face under his hands, feeling a strong feeling of nakedness. He felt taller than he had ever felt, as his head was high enough to be seen above the mass of students. He stayed focused on his desk with his eyes and all of his mind onto his breath. Any distraction from his current situation would help, he thought. At that moment, he began to feel a deep sense of dread, his hear sinking all the way into the acidic depths of his stomach. How much easier it would've been for him right now if he really was just a girl, he thought. The prophecy obviously had more insight into his character than eh did, as Norrustus so vehemently stated about the concubines being some sort of reflection.
"Marshall." The teacher said. Fear jolted through Marshall's body before he realized it was role-call.
"Here." Marshall said, gritting his teeth and staring straight down at his desk. Maybe no one would look at him if he sat still enough. A few moments passed by and the teacher continued to call names. It looked like he would be spared this time.
Marshall walked out of the doors with his head down in the large group of students. It seemed that his evasion of any of his friends was successful, as it was the end of the day and nobody else was berating him.
Walking home was easy. No one he knew could possible be here unless they had followed Marshall. He relaxed his shoulders and neck at the thought of being out of the zone of any possibility of being caught. He sped up to a jog before stopping in his tracks moments later. He had forgot his dead would be waiting for him. He stared at the ground for a second, taking in the intense feeling of fear in his chest. Maybe he could stealth past him.
Marshall leaned against the front door and squinted through the door's glass. Nobody could be seen, so he unlocked the door and slid inside the house, looking down the corner where a light was on. His dad seemed to be unbothered by his entrance, not even acknowledging his presence. Marshall walked past the living room and into his room where he jumped on his bed and stared at the ceiling.
"I could cry right now, but what's the fucking point?" Marshall muttered to himself. "What's the point of any of it?" Marshall sat up and looked around the room. "No one ever asked me how I was doing..." Marshall said. "No one seems to fucking care, not dad.... mom... any other asshole, huh Norrustus? Nobody's even listening, huh?
Marshall heard the TV turn on from the living room.
'I should just end it.' Marshall thought. 'Then they'd have something to care about, to cry about.' He surprised himself as he felt a tinge of satisfaction from the thought. Marshall opened up his desk drawer and pulled out scissors. 'No, I can't do it on my own,' Marshall thought before looking around his nightstand.
There it was, the spider was crawling in the dark on the side of the nightstand. Marshall cupped it into his hands and stared at it.
"Soon all this bullshit will be over..." Marshall muttered to himself.
Marshall crushed the spider between his palms and seconds later, a gargantuan spider crawled out of the shadows of his room.
Marshall squeezed his eyes shut and curled into a ball on the ground. He sat in anticipation for a moment for feeling the sharp mandibles sink into his arm.
"RRGGHH!" Marshall groaned in agony and fear sparked in his chest. He felt a sudden will to live so close to death. Everyone's last memory of him would be the start of his budding relationship with Sam. Jean, his showing up to school with a skirt. Then he remembered that it wasn't true, the spider would go on to kill everybody, and it would be all because of his selfish desire to be important, even if it was for just a moment after his untimely death. What a pathetic wish, to be pitied for a brief moment then ultimately forgotten. Thoughts of such went through Marshall's mind before he wrestled the spider, pulling on its head by its neck. 'This time, things will be different,' Marshall thought. 'I will find importance in myself, not in Sam or anyone else.'
Marshall dropped under the spider and pushed against its body with his legs and hugged its head tightly to exert even more force against the flesh that kept its head on its body.
It only took a few moments before the spider's head flew off its body and hit the wall behind Marshall. He fell to his knees shortly after, covered in blood.
'I guess in some way, I did succeed in killing myself,' Marshall laughed at himself at the thought. 'but it's true, Marshall is dead now.' He stood up and dropped into his bed, falling out of consciousness.