//------------------------------// // They Left Me // Story: Broned // by xXQw3rtyXx //------------------------------// June 7th, 2012 I was just an only child, bearing the name of Eric Johnson. I never saw the light, not in the sense. Nothing to look up to, nothing to look down upon. While everybody else was climbing the ladder to success, I sat in the elevator, waiting for it to make a move to the 50,000th foot, where no one else would be waiting, where no one else would have achieved. It never happened. Well, not yet, not in my 13 years of life. My parents had left yesterday for Easter Island, for a short vacation. I refused to go, because whats so interesting about some island named after a holiday celebrating a bunny? Now I'm home alone, in an apartment, on the 8th floor out of 19. Fairly fancy living spaces, more modern than effort. But it was small. Smaller than a house larger than any average apartment. The digital clock on the wall stated the numbers 11:39 P.M. Time to go to sleep. July 26th, 2012 They hadn't got back yet, nope, not in the 49 days they were gone, they hadn't returned. I can't imagine what they're doing there, and less can I imagine if they every want to come back. Over a month, with no one to keep me company, except just a couple boring video games on my laptop. My parents left me 100,000 dollars for me to pay the rents off, but with only one person, the rent is never over $1000. That leaves me with about $98,000 dollars at my will. Everyday life gets worse, and worse, and worse and worse and worse. I keep wondering, will they every come back? Because I feel like they left me. Abandoned me in an apartment, wait for me to rot, and then return. But they wouldn't, would they? They're my parents, they would never do something like that to their only son. Well, who cares, life is still bad enough as it is with them here, made just a little worse with them gone. August 2nd, 2012 A whole 'nother week, and they still hadn't come back yet. They're are no children at my age in any other of the apartments, that I know of. Everyone near me are at least 18 years or older. So no friends, no joy, nothing. No events happening, my life beginning to fall into routine; the first signs of becoming psychologically disordered. But it's not like I was going to go crazy, just depressed. All I had for food was pizza, and leftover pizza, breadsticks, pasta, basically; 100% dominoes. Yes, of course I worked out. We had 150 pounds of barbells, a treadmill, and a stationary bike thingy. Only if. Only. November 8th, 2012 I stopped counting the days they were gone. It's well over 4 months now. I'm starting to lose my mind. We had a total of 2 laptops and one desktop. I broke the screen of the desktop, and one of the laptops is who knows where on the floor beneath me. The last laptop we had left was pretty crappy. Plenty crappy. 46 minute battery life. 18 Gigahertz graphics card level, 3 gigabyte memory, and only 117 gigabytes of hard drive space maximum. Only 69 giga's remaining. Yeah that's right, 69. The last time I showered was about 3 weeks ago, and the apartment has become the nightmare of the mother of all messes. It reeked of rotten eggs and there were food crumbs all over the floor, it was nearly impossible to walk from the living room to the bathroom without getting your feet dirty, and the two rooms are only about 5 feet apart. My feet are completely black. January 1st, 2013 New years day, 2013. Awesome. My parents still, weren't, back. I had to stay inside all during new years party and new years eve, not allowed to go outside at all. One that caught my interest. I tend to be online a lot, playing video games and etc. I see plenty of photos and video clips about something called, I think, My Little Pony? There seemed to be truckloads, no, yes, wait, what's bigger than a truckload? Lets go; seemed to be yachtloads of MLP art and video stuff. It spiked my interest, and I decided to see what it's all about. Starting tomorrow, I relieve my curiosity. Possibly. Or all this MLP stuff can make me go insane.