Reincarnation Arc: 1

Aching pain in my bones, rattles the insides trapped in the cage that is my body. I feel myself shivering in rage battered by this cold, unable to move, unable to speak. My eyes reach to the heavens, a figure’s shadow covers the fading sun his cloak swaying in the blizzard winds.

His eyes are about the most sickening thing I have ever seen there bubbled to the point of being boiled multiple times over spilling down to his cheeks, pupils overlap each other his retinas breath in and out as if they’re living entities. He extends his hand outward. As I go to reach, he pulls it back.

“Did you grab my hand because you wanted help?” The man questions.

As I manage to squeak out a yes, trying to keep my sanity together from the constant cold.

Why? Because you don't want to die?

Is this guy slow? Just get me out of the snow.

“Ye-,” I try to squeak out again. before I'm interrupted again.

“You always have a choice.” He says

I can't stand and there's no way in hell I could even consider trustworthy. but it’s cold So what do I do from here?

Die, I guess since your ugly ass doesn’t wanna be helpful

And just like a mind reader he says “Then die it is.” He shrugs “After all, you're only human.” he turns away on one heel. I reach out my hand and grab onto his ankle.

He stops, and that gives me enough time to pull myself ever so slightly forward.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

Using you to stand I think he tries to swing me off so he can kick me. I hold on tight and use all my strength to bite the back of his ankle.

I bite into the shoe the thick socks underneath but this attack causes him to stop and make a small thinly veiled smile beneath his hood.

“Not bad. I Always like the ones with Spirit because they prove themselves over time.”

I blink and suddenly I am back into my room staring up at the ceiling and the rotating fan.

Eyes bloodshot . The smell of musty laundry and trash piled up everywhere. Dirty dishes steeped in water molding away in my sink.

A game screeching its opening theme from my small box tv, I’m haphazardly splayed across my floor. I have to get on that bus today I check the time on my phone.

9:15 am

I switch to the news only to be greeted by some old decrepit politician reading from a script

“Hello my fellow compatriots I hope you are feeling good today.”

I scrounge the fridge and cabinets somehow managing to get together a small granola bar and Some half-eaten cheesecake I lean over my dishes to get some tap water watching in apathy

“We have successfully taken our first steps in our valiant efforts to bring down crime and reform our youth the first shipment of delinquents are being sent as we speak to Ly's island, where they'll be reformed in our beautiful six month long program to help reintegrate them into society, multiple pictures and video flash by of successful and happy faces.

I wonder why they love to spew bullshit so much. If I had to live my life like that I take the noose first then again probably the reason why I’m going to begin with.

I have two missed calls from mom.

Just more threatening texts from dad. “Never show your face around here again,” “you could never be my son.” Etc. At that instance I get a text from him just as I'm reading his slew of curses .

Get your ass outside and pay for that damn bus. so that you can just go to prison and I can get a son better than what you are.

I'd rather just jump off a bridge I almost text back but I find some restrain because he still covers some of my expenses curiosity of my dear mother.

I finish my food.  I Put eyedrops in my brown eyes, ruffle my black hair until looks like something worth looking at, brush my perfect shark-like teeth,

I don't believe in convenient things like love or happiness. Not that the concepts don't make sense to me. It's just that I've never felt them personally.

every emotion is just another act. Every interaction is just another waste of time. I'd rather just get treated like dirt and left to be forgotten somewhere as long as I have my three things and everything that needs to come with them.

Good food

Good games and a way to get more

Good shelter

I could live and die just fine. I wouldn't say my life was miserable. I had friends. I had a path to the future, I guess, as what others would say.

Whatever even is the future for them anyways. I had drive. I did.

At some point, I believed in this whole thing, that I would find something at the end of this.

I didn't.

And everything only got worse with time, people especially.

Dad sends another text I know your address. Now Get on the bus. They're calling me and I’m tired of answering.

I text back I'm not at home right now.

“Don't tell me you were out drinking again, Worthless bastard. I wish we never gave birth to you.” He texts back.

It hurts to read. But I couldn't care less, It's another tally on this life thing and why you should just give up at the start. Whatever, how he feels about me is not my problem.

“Talk to them They have your number now,” he texts again after a moment. “Deal with them. Now.”

I get a call on my phone. “Might as well lie and tell them that I'm out. I’m probably gonna have to break probation I'm only allowed so far from my house.” The Local pub is nearby.

The owner lets me work there for a decent salary so I feel bad I’m gonna have to skip out on him.

At least I wont have to go to school they call me, I pick up and I pack up a small backpack with a handheld, clothes, my essentials, of course I’m just gonna have to kill for my food and water more than likely hop between jobs if I’m lucky of course.

Why am I alive?

I await the speaker but they hang up twice before the third call hits with whispers in raspy voices on the other end and just as I am about to hang up I hear a shout “Come down the stairs!”

What the hell? Why are they so creepy?

I get a knock at the door.

Shit.

Okay.. I don't want to get arrested again, but fuck it. I drop my phone on the counter and I take Ricardo’s bat from my closet, dragging it across the floor so that I know they can hear me before I shout, “get the fuck out of here before I introduce your brains to the sidewalk!”

The knocking doesn't stop. The phone I left by the counter suddenly starts ringing again. Fucking pricks I’ll show them what hell looks like before I go.

Pulse racing I kick open the door and swing down Ricardo’s bat and no one's there. Puzzled by the sound of my bat hitting nothing but concrete, I feel a sudden presence behind me. When I try to turn around and swing.

I find myself waking up again. Feeling extra groggy this time.

God damn it, where the hell am I?