Prologue: The Day Life Changed
Since God knows when I have struggled making friends. I didn't know why, but I could never make a single friend. Though one day, I thought I had.
Rebecca Blair, a short girl with grey eyes and long black hair she had dyed pink, came up to me one day towards the beginning of senior year of high school and had asked me if I wanted a friend.
Obviously I said yes.
Over the next few weeks we would hang out and talk about various things, like our classes, homework, and hobbies. We would sit together and eat lunch as well.
And then came Halloween.
I had decided to help out once more for the holidays by passing out candy to the kids while my parents took my two little sisters, who were dressed up as a witch and a cat, around the neighborhood trick-or-treating.
I myself was dressed up in a large Pikachu costume that I had bought with my own money, since I was a big fan of the series.
I had just turned to go inside the house after giving away the last of the candy when all of a sudden I was jumped by several people who had apparently been hiding behind bushes, trees, and cars. A couple of them were wearing ninja costumes, a few were dressed up as various anime characters like Saitama and Goku, and the rest were dressed up as football and soccer players.
They dragged me off the front porch onto the front lawn, before one of them grabbed the hose and turned it on, spraying me with water while the others kicked and punched me.
This went on for several minutes, while I struggled to get away with no success, before they suddenly stopped.
I peered through the eye holes of the costume to see what was going on as I took big gulps of air, too sore to move.
One of the female ninjas walked up to me, and slowly took off her mask, revealing herself to be....
Rebecca Blair.
I stared at her with wide eyes, my mouth opening and closing like a fish's as I tried to understand what was going on.
That's when she told me the truth.
It turned out that she had been dared by some of her girl friends to pretend to be my friend for the past couple of months, and that if she did it, she wouldn't have to pretend to be my friend anymore and they would do a massive prank on me.
While she told me this, my heart began to crack as tears filled my eyes. Why had she done this to me? Why?
As if she had read my mind, she said these words.
"I did this because you're worthless. You don't play sports, you're extremely optimistic, and you spend a lot of time reading books and doing those lame-ass jigsaw puzzles. On top of that, you've never even gone on a date! A guy like that doesn't deserve friends!"
My heart then shattered upon hearing that, and I began to sob, causing the mob to chuckle at my pain and sadness like the monsters they were.
They then all went away laughing, heading to go party the rest of the night away.
I lay there on the lawn in my water-logged Pikachu costume, soaked to the bone, bruised, heart-broken, and alone.
That was how my parents and siblings found me when they came home several minutes later.
The rest of senior year was difficult, to say the least, but my family stuck with me and comforted me, although they were never able to heal my broken heart.
When at school I acted like I wasn't that affected by the revelation that my friendship with Rebecca had been fake. But whenever I was home, the mask went away.
My heart had been broken, and no one knew how to fix it.
A week after graduation
I was walking home one day after I had returned some books to my local library, listening to my music player. I had just been on a walk around the neighborhood.
As I slowly walked home, I felt a strong tug on my shoulder. Wondering who it was, I turned around. But there was no one behind me. "Hello?" I said. "Anyone there?" No response. 'What did you expect Gavin?' I thought as I turned back and continued to walk home. 'There was no one behind you, and you asked if anyone was there. Well that was smart.'
Suddenly, the tugging continued, even stronger this time. I quickly reached an arm out behind me to stop whoever was pulling me, but again nothing was there. Some unknown force was pulling me back!! I flailed my arms around as I tried to run away, but it was hopeless. I was being tugged too quickly and too hard for me to move forward.
As I was being pulled to who knows where, I frantically tried to grab anything within reach. The grass, rocks, bushes, flowers. I didn't care! Finally, I was able to grab onto the fence post. However, the tugging became even stronger, and the wind started picking up, blowing against me as I held on with all my strength.
Soon, I was barely holding onto the post with my hands. Suddenly, it shifted, causing my grip to loosen!
"Crap!" I shouted.
As I flew back, I hit my head on a tree, which stopped me in my tracks. As I put a hand on the back of my head, I said, "I'm definitely gonna be feeling that for a while." The wind started picking up more, and I looked up to see what was going on, despite my sore head. I watched with horror as the fence post started shaking in the wind.
"Oh......shit!!" I shouted.
Next thing I knew, I saw it fly right at me, and all I could see was darkness.