Moon

Chapter 9: Hunter POV

*Hunter POV*

Even though I was somewhat quiet, I used to be a really happy guy. However, I left the craziness to my twin brother, Shawn. He was the popular jock, the soccer star and I was the badass guitarist in a band. We both had lots of friends, and even threw some kick ass house parties every now and then.

My parents were very successful. My father was a surgeon, and my mother a therapist. We owned a huge mansion and 12 acres of land in Pennsylvania. Life was perfect a few years ago. I had my family, my band had just started to take off, and I had a nice girlfriend named Aubrey.

After high school, my brother went UPenn and had a full ride with a soccer scholarship and I went to temple for business. Of course I had to go to the party school.

I struggled a lot in the beginning because I let my partying get the best of me; I also had a job at the BlueFly, which was my father's bar. During my senior year, I focused really hard. I even stayed home during my spring break, and skipped out on a trip to Europe.

My parents had bought tickets for us to go to Europe for my brother and i's graduation present. But I skipped out and decided to study. That spring break was when my entire life changed. My parents and my twin brother died from a plane crash on the way back from Europe.

Now, it's just me. Just me in this huge old house. That was almost three years ago. They died and left me alone in Allentown.

I was 20, and almost finished college, but when they died, I couldn't focus on anything, and dropped out. Since I am the only one left in my family, the house is mine, the cars and the bar my father owned, are all mine.

It feels like my life is being lived and yet I'm not living... zombie life...or autopilot. Each day is still a struggle. Being somewhat of a depressed loner doesn't kick ass. I realized that you can have all the money in the world, but with no one to share it with, it feels like nothing.

It actually makes you feel even lonelier. I guess that's part of my fault because when my family died, I isolated myself from everyone. After my family died, I broke up with my girlfriend and traveled a little by myself. I hopped that it would take me away from the real world; I didn't want to deal with the fact that I was now alone. I suffered from depression that year, before finally accepting the fact that I was still alive, and I had to live.

I got rid of all my family's belongings throwing some away and storing some keepsakes in a storage closet, and I moved to a different house... Now, I am somewhat numb of everything.

My day usually consists of me waking up at 6am and I go for a run. I like to run, it sort of feels like freedom. It feels like I actually have some place to go, when in fact I don't. That and feeling as if I can literally run away from my problems.

After my run, I eat breakfast, take a hot shower and head to the bar. At the bar during the day, I check the books, supplies and emails, sort out pay checks, stock bottles and make sure everything is in order.

During the night hours, I hang at home most nights, sitting by the TV and eating takeout. Other nights, I just go back to the bar and help out. Nighttime at the bar is just like any other bar, a whole lot of drinking, good music and it's filled with young and crazy people. Dudes that are only looking to get laid, nerds pretending to be cool. Girls that wear fur coats, fur boots with shorts and bra's. You really see some weird shit in the bar, especially on the weekends.

I sit back and watch everything. Wondering if this will be my life forever. Will I ever find something that makes me happy or alive again? Will I ever find someone that understands me that can heal me that can make me happy? Or will I be alone forever?