The Loss of Sanity/The Birth of Draven
(Fiction can be fun! Reminder: Everything in this post is fiction and complete utter bullshit. Enjoy. ^__^)
Sometimes life can be fascinating. Sometimes life can be cruel. When life backs you into a corner, you have a choice to make. You either curl up into a ball and brace yourself for the worst to happen, or you can attack whatever is cornering you with 250,000% more of what came at you. What happened to this kid was pretty harsh. The sad reality, is that it’s very common for any person to go through failure in the early stages of adulthood.
In 2006 a friend of mine failed in college. He dropped out, and took time off from school. Within a year he was going to another college working for a degree in software programming. He was in a relationship with a girl who was two years older. Although the age difference wasn’t a huge gap, anyone could tell these two weren’t going to make it.
Things seemed to pick for him after going back to school. The couple shared an apartment together. A one bedroom on the top of Grand Hill. “An informal marriage” is what he felt was in and was happy to say the least when he first reflected on his relationship with this woman. They kept their place pretty exclusive to the public, no parties were arranged there. Every now and then a friend would stop by and watch a movie or hang out for a few minutes. Some nights he wouldn’t come home because he missed his family and stayed out at his folks place drinking with his father and cousins. Later he would go home with a slight stench of alcohol on his breath and lay next to his girlfriend. Disappointed in with his lack of integrity, she inquiried about what conflicted with his journey back home. Frustrated with her concern, he would stay up past 4AM the next night playing video games. She would leave the apartment occasionly, never telling him where she was going and when she’d be back. The “informal marriage” began to look like a troubled one.
The following year she told him she was “over their relationship,” and he was forced to move back to his parents that weekend while she was out of town visiting her brother. Weeks later he found out she had been cheating on him for months before they broke up. Pretty sad story when you ask me. I have no pity for this guy, he brought it on himself. But I can understand why the relationship didn’t work.
He was stuck in his ways and she was wise beyond her years wanting to be in a mid-life crisis at 22. In other words, she had just graduated from college whereas he was beginning the journey and from what I know, college brings out the curiosity of lots of young adults. He wasn’t ready for that type of committment. Still, it’s pretty sad to know he stayed faithful to her while she was deepthroating another guy. This is where I come in. I actually lived with the guy for quite some time before hand too. But we’ll get into that crazy shit later. First, let me tell my side of this story.
I was wrapped up in my band, travelling city to city across the nation. I seen so much shit that could make anyone change their perspective in life. Going to bars and meeting people, experimenting with drugs, and sleeping with random people. Girl or guy, it didn’t matter to me. I’m always about the pleasure of it. Anyway, I digress.
I always thought making it through school was a total fucking waste of time and money. Plus, I don’t do well with sitting in a classroom for hours at a time. I barely made it to the stage when it was time to perform. We weren’t a big thing but I was glad to see some kids cheering for us whether they knew who the fuck we were or not. It kept me in my stride for fun.
Coming back home was exciting up until I seen this poor sap on the fucking couch with a spaced-out look into what I can only describe as the bottomless pit of sorrow. I look at him and I go, “DERP! You gotta stop living like this man!”
With confusion in his face he responds, “Who-are you…?” I gripped his face with my palms against his cheeks. His eyes were glossy and he looked like a lost puppy. “I know this is going to sound crazy- but I’m you dude. Except I’m not walking around moping with my tail tucked between my legs.” Talk about an ice breaker, right? I thought he took it well, until he ran through the house screaming “WHAT THE FUCK!?” for a minute straight. And lemme tell you something, someone screaming for a minute straight isn’t the best piece of music ya know what I’m sayin’? So, I took a more direct approach to calm his ass down by striking his temple with a hammer fist.
An hour later, he opened his eyes and the light behind me crushed them back to his squinty-looking face. Still confused he asked who I was. I shake my head with a smile on my face.
“Dude, listen to me very carefully okay? My name is Draven. I know you’re freaked out because, well-I look exactly like you. But you have to understand that I was always around inside you before this happened.”
“What the fuck man? Am I…am I dead or some shit?” I could tell he wasn’t going to listen easily. I sit him down in the dining room and start from the beginning. Since we’re here I’ll explain it.
Right from beginning, the kid had been watching TV, movies, playing video games, experiencing life and so on. Now because of this all the items in his memory, different elements are produced in his dreams. And that’s where I was born. Remember I was talking about touring with my band, doing drugs, and different people and all that shit? Well, based on the things the kid has seen in his life, whether real or from TV, affects his subconscious during the day. But when he dreams, that’s when everything begins to occur in my world. I’m just a figment, but I’m also what the kid wants to be deep down inside seeing as how life really fucked him up. But I still don’t understand how I appeared in his reality. Pretty crazy, right? Okay back to the current story now.
“Now that we’re all up to speed, you okay?” I look at the kid hoping he’s okay. He sat there silent for a long minute before he responded. Finally he looks at me and replies, ”This is some fucked up shit dude. Seriously, so you’ve been in all my dreams even when I couldn’t see you?”
“And now you’re here, in the flesh…?”
“WELL HOW THE FUCK DID THAT HAPPEN!?”
“I’m not sure dude, but you need to calm the fuck down before you have a stroke. Look, all I know is what I am and everything about you. I’m not even sure how I got all the information about being apart of you, but I know you need some help.”
“What do you mean?”
“Seriously dude, look at you. You’re walking, talking sad story. You’re the only one on everyone else’s ‘wall of shame’ right now.”
“Okay that’s enough. So what, you’re going to help me.”
“You want my honest opinion? I think you just need a good book and warm bath, but I didn’t arrive with a vagina so we’re going to have to take a different approach. I need a drink. Hey, let’s go to that bar - the one that makes you feel like a celebrity. What’s it called?”
As we exit my folk’s house I could see this adventure isn’t going to be easy but I’m sure Draven means well. And if what he says is true, then I’ve really lost it. I can’t believe this. What the fuck am I going to do? How am I going to explain this to everyone when they see him!? More importantly, why the fuck does my head hurt so bad!?