Chapter one: Goodby home sweet home.
"Do you remember what happened before you came here?"
"... What do you mean?"
"Your life before you came here. What did you do there?"
"Why do you want to know."
"Just curious."
"... Why do you care?"
"Well I don't. Its just getting a'bit boring in here. And you know so much about me, but I know nothing about you."
"... "
"Well?"
"I don't remember much."
"Do you really remember so little, you cant even talk about what's still there."
"All I remember is the last day I spent on earth, everything before that is hazy... Or completely gone."
"Ohhh, intrust peaked. So what did you do."
"Why should I tell you."
"Oh come on, you cant still be angry at me for that little thing can you?"
"... I guess I can't, at least for as long as we're here... ."
"Sooooo."
"... Fine."
"Ohhh goody!"
"But first, if I tell you my story you have to tell me your real name."
"... My real name? Why pry tell do you care about my real name?"
"Your really going to ask me that, when you of all people should know the weight it holds."
"... Far enough. You got a deal."
"Very well then, but don't get to happy. I don't remember much. From what little I can remember, thou, I lived in a place called... Sydney, I believe."
The sun shined beautifully, and the air was filled with the cool breeze of the ocean. I had just woken up, and spent the past hour just enjoying the cool, fresh air. We had some storms for the while week, and as much as I love the rain, it started to become annoying being unable to go places because of flooding, so I just wanted to enjoy some time in the park, my favourite place.
But of course, I couldn't stay there forever. So after my second hour, I got up and left the park. I spent the rest of the day just exploring the city. I used to live in the suburbs and only moved to the city a month ago, at the time, so I wasn't very familiar with the city's layout. So every now and then I would spend time just walking around and getting an understanding of the place.
I just spent nearly two hours exploring, in that time I had visited some new shops, well new to me that is. One of the shops I entered was small, one that you would expect to find in a outdoor event. Whoever I was shocked when I saw the owner.
The woman who owned the shop was one of my old friends from wayback. Her name was Rachel. When she saw me she practically tackled me into a hug. We talked a little, about the past, about what has changed. Other then that thou, we didn't talk about anything in particular. Just talked.
She had made quite the life for herself. Everything was going her way. The only horrible thing that happened to her was her grandma died. It wasn't peaceful death thou, she had been suffering through a lot of mental issues. It was tuff for Rachel's family, but Rachel herself took it the hardest. So when her grandma died Rachel took over her little shop, she felt like that was her only connection left to her grandma. She felt as if as long as that shop stood, her grandma was still alive. As long as that shop stand Rachel felt that at any moment her grandma would came out of the back, cursing like a sailor, and scaring away any guy that dared to look at Rachel the wrong way. I gave my condolences, then she slapped me. She practically chewed me out, saying 'never say that, she's not dead. Just gone to a place I cant go yet'. Its childish, I know, but Rachel always refused to except that life has harsh facts, and at times it got annoying. But I liked that about her. I cant begin to explain the amount of times she has helped me in the past. I'm glad that we met that day, otherwise I wouldn't be able to remember her.
She apologized for slapping me. I said it was ok, and that I understood why she did it. I cant remember why I felt as if I could understand on a deeper level. All I know is I understood her pain, for reasons I'm not sure I want to remember.
We decided to change the subject. Something more up beat. But no matter how far the conversation went, I could tell she was depressed. Even if her smile was genuine, the eyes never lie.
We had talked for so long that I almost didn't realise that we have been talking for nearly an hour and a half. Sadly I had to cut conversation short. She, as well as myself, were disappointed, but I still had things to do, so it couldn't be helped. It was a shame to since we both had so much incoming, and I felt a little connection between us. Always had even back when we were kids. So I promised we'd talk more tomorrow.
That was the last I saw of her. It still saddens me, but there's nothing I can do.
I began to make my way to my apartment. I still remember the address. Room number 123, Jonathans apartment complex. The most unoriginal name I ever saw, but it was a great place. Good rooms, nice place, cheep prices. It was beautiful. Even if the neighbours were dicks.
After nearly an hour of walking, I found myself lost. This was bad. I don't quite remember what my job was. But it was something done at home. All I know is that I need to get home and meet the deadline. And my time was running out fast.
I looked everywhere for a familiar landmark, or street that I recognized. But I couldn't find any familiarity. I had thought about going back to were Rachel's shop was, but I couldn't find my way back. It was as if I had ended up in a different city entirely.
I had asked everyone I passed by were Jon's was, they either didn't know, brushed me off, couldn't speak English, or just ignored me all together.
After two hours of searching, the sun had set and my deadline had long passed. I couldn't have been more pissed at that moment. And at that moment, in an ironic and annoying twist, I had finally found something familiar. A fork in the road, it was the same one I saw when I was moving, my friend, Michal, said it was a short cut. That fork in the road was the only thing in that car trip I remembered, I spent the rest of that time talking with Michal.
Now, my only problem left was, I couldn't remember which turn he made.
I spent five minuets trying to remember, but nothing came up.
Eventually I just said 'fuck it' and turned left.
It was there that started it all.
As I walked down the road, I saw a someone around my age, just sitting on the corner, leaning against a pole.
He wasn't moving.
Instantly I thought the worst and went up to the man. I said "Excuses me mate, you alright there. Oh please tell me your just drunk."
I burly stood two feet away from the man, before I saw his toothy grin.
Before it could register, however, something hit me in the back of the head, and my world turned black.
I woke up to the sound of music blearing in my ears. The high volume disorientated me, and the blinding lights that shined right into my eyes didn't help matters.
"HEY HE'S AWAKE!!!" I heard someone scream over the music. I could hear some footsteps coming my way. They stop in front of me.
"Hey mate! Enjoying the party!" I heard a man with a deep voice ask me. I tried to see his face, but I realized quickly that whoever it was, was deliberately shining a light in my eyes, preventing me from seeing his face.
"Were am I!" I demanded. But I'll I got was a chuckle.
"Oh look, he thinks he's tough!" I heard a series of chuckles and laughs from the crowd.
"Lets show this guy who's the boss!"
I don't know why they did what they did, I don't know what was going though there heads when they did it, I cant fathom a guess as to what they smoked to make them think what they did was ok. From the minute he said thous words, I become punching bag.
They punched me, kicked me. stomped on me. It hurt like, but luckily I don't remember much of what happened, just an... Awareness that it happened. Its hard to explain so don't ask what that means.
After what felt like forever they stopped. The pain made it hard to breath, and my arm was broken, but I was relieved they stopped.
"You want to talk back now." The man with the deep voice taunted as he picked me up by my shirt. I tried to open my eyes, but one of them must have swollen shut, and the other one was starting to swell to. Luckily, thou, I could make out a shape, what I guessed was his head.
I'm not the kind of guy to sit there and take abuse, I'll fight in anyway I can. But what I did next I can admit was dumb, one of the dumbest decisions I've ever made.
I spit in his face.
Ewww.
He let me go so he could wipe the saliva of his face. I groaned in pain when I hit the ground, then yelled in pain when I felt someone kick me in the side.
"You little fuck!!!" The man with the deep voice yelled. I braced myself for a punch, or a kick, or a stomp. Something. But nothing happened, at least not at first.
I heard some commotion, then some people yelling, but I couldn't hear much over the music.
Then I heard the unmistakeable sound of a car starting up. People screamed, and I heard many start running. Then the screech of the tiers reached my ears.
I tried to use my good arm to lift myself up, but the pain made it impossible to move. I tried to open my eyes, to see were he was and maybe rollaway.
The last thing I saw on earth was a car bumper screaming towards me at eighty coulometers per hour.
"There, I told you. Now pay up."
"Hold on, that's it, your going to leave me hanging like that. Common that was getting good. What happened next."
"No. Are deal was that I tell you what happened on earth, and you tell me your name."
"Well then I have to go back on that deal."
"WHAT!"
"It is my name, after all. And it I so wish to tell someone, I'll do it on my own terms."
"You... Fine."
"You really want to know my name, don't you. Why"
"... "
"I see. We will leave that for later. Agreed."
"Agreed."