I really do love my life

I REALLY DO LOVE MY LIFE

John:
Well here I am, sitting here, looking into this mirror thing, well, that's what I have read and heard about anyway. I try to speak but I can't. I have no idea why I can't, I must have been born with it. I can see myself, a dark but mystical creature, a male human being as they would all call it. I move my right arm towards my face and flex, oh look, there is no muscle... I hate myself, I hate myself for everything. It would be so much easier if I could talk... It doesn't make it any better with all of the bullies, I just can't cope.

Well looking back into the mirror. I have somewhat grey but brown hair, little strands falling off, all over my face. My eyes, I can't see that far, they must be black, everyone hates me, and so they must be. My ears are like a monkey's but an elf's ear rolled into one. I look stupid, no one likes me for who I am. I shouldn't be here in today's world. I should be in the after-life.

Good thing I'm smart though right? I think it is. But it isn't always good to be smart... You get picked on a lot. Even if you want to simply put on your headphones and turn on some music that you like, you get picked on. I hate it, I hate myself, I hate society.

The one tough guy at school, "I'm so big, I have the hottest girlfriend, I can get drunk and cheat on her, she doesn't even care because I'm the biggest and toughest guy in school. She loves me." Blah, blah, blah, you think you're all cool. Doesn't mean that you have to go and pick on all of us little people, smart people, we are the ones that you're jealous of because you can't get good grades.

Not being able to speak sucks. You can't voice your opinions. People also think you are deaf and make fun of you when you're around. Now that's not cool. If you wanted to do that, why couldn't you just go somewhere else and talk about it quietly. That would be much better, and much more appreciated than having it said right to their face when you don't think they are listening.

The mirror is staring at me, like I am some ghost of some sort. In the background there is a bed, with two white pillows. These white pillows help me live. When I fall asleep, I can just forget about everything! Everything that has been said and done to me is gone. That's why I like to sleep, and dream. Dreaming is the thing that I wish was my real life, my ideal world. The enthusiastic friends that I have, being able to talk, not to be getting picked on. That is what I want in my life. That is what I need in my life. If only it was able to be true.

Oh look, on the table on the left of the reflection, a sharp anonymous object, let's see what it can do to me. I like the feeling of it running down my forearm. I get up, walk towards it and just pick it up without hesitance. I go back and stand in front of the mirror. I hear my door open. Far out, as I put this sharp object into my arm, the guy I like walks into the room. Why does he have to see this? Why do I have to care about him? I can't even talk to him for Christ sakes. I look down, I see blood going all over the floor, and it looks like a pool is starting to build up. He just stands there. The look on his face, it is like denial. Then he quickly runs over to me, pulls out the sharp object and asks me what is wrong. I have to shrug my shoulders, there is nothing else that I can do. "TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG!" He yells out in complete anger. I make that little zipped up mouth action, then he just hugs me. That's just want I needed. Someone to know that my presence is real, someone to know who I am. Someone who can understand me.



Aidan:
Well I just finished work for the night and I thought that I would go and check on the one who I want to be with. He can't speak... He can't voice his opinions at all. The bullies, they hate him, and me. We are just human beings. What the bloody hell is wrong with us.

As I walk into Johns house silently, trying to be as quiet as a mouse. It's dead silent. I hear the wooden floorboards creaking when I walk around the house. His parents aren't home, that's very weird, especially it being 7pm and they finish work at 3. His door is shut, I can see a light on, I know he is in there, I know it. I open the door and I look, he is there, about to cut himself. I can't quite figure out what it is that he is about to shove into his skin. It looks like a cut up die, surely not, no, no, NO, NO, NO. The screams that are coming through my head have to be the thing that make John look over to me. I see a red liquid pouring out of his arms. I rush over to him, giving him the biggest hug in the world, pulling him close to me. I can feel all of the muscle that he actually does have. He doesn't think he has any muscle, that's how far the bullying has gone! LOOK AT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO HIM! I hate it!

"TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG!" I yell out with my anger overpowering my sympathy. He just looks at me, his eyes watering up. "Don't cry. Please don't cry!" I am looking around his room and see this thing that is like a sleepy thingy. AGH, I can't remember what it was called, but it is the thing that you put over your eyes to help you sleep. "What is that thing surrounded by all of the die?" I ask to try and change what he is thinking about, while grabbing my notepad out of my grey work shirt. He snatches it off me. He starts writing furiously. It takes about three minutes for him to stop writing.



John:
As I'm writing down on Aidan's notepad, well, making it look like I am writing, I just stop and wonder why he wants to know. Like why does he care? It's not like he cares about me, it's not like anyone cares about me... But anyway, three minutes have passed by, I don't want to keep him waiting. So I go ahead and write down what it actually is.
"It's my ideal world, for when I am asleep. I can make my dreams become reality."

The look on his face, I don't know what he is thinking. Aidan is just standing there, looking at the notepad. His bright blue eyes start to go dark, what is going on. "AIDAN! TALK TO ME! YOU'RE REALLY FREAKING OUT!" Me thinking that I can actually speak, does not work at all. It just comes out as a massive screech. There we go, his eyes start to go back to normal, the bright blue that makes everyone go weak at the knees.

"John, is this a real thing?" Aidan is actually questioning me on one of the things that I like the most in this world. What does he think? Does he think that I am a weirdo or something? I actually don't say or do anything. I just grab a piece of paper and quickly scribble down, "come here, stay the night. I'll let you try it." I know he probably can't stay but I still make sure that he gets the drift that it is real. As I hand the note over, he gives the reply straight away.

"Yes, I will stay tonight! As long as your parents don't find out. You know what they would do if they found out, don't you?"
I don't reply, I can't be bothered writing something down. It's just a waste of time. I just give him that look of uncertainty and he just nods his head.



Aidan:
What am I thinking? My parents won't allow me to stay over, but I must. I must find out about this thing that is sitting in the corner, surrounded by full 6 sided dice. John isn't the type of person to have anything like this in his life, but, I don't know what is going on in his life. Especially because he can't talk. He simply just cannot talk at all. What if it can bring your dreams into life when you are asleep? I heard when I was a little kid that this may be possible when it comes to the later centuries, but not this quick. The advances in technology has just startled me! I know about virtual reality in games, but not when you are asleep. I want to find out more! I must find out more!

Well here I am, at John's place, it's started to get dark outside. "John, when can I try this out?" He doesn't even reach for the piece of paper that I hand over to him. He just signals for me to sit and stay where I am, lying on his bed, looking at the roof, it's very white, I wish it wasn't, it would make it so much more interesting.
A minute passes by, he is back, with what looks to be a letter, but of course, it isn't, it's just the manual. He hands it over to me, the laughing has already started, that is how funny it is, this thing actually has a manual.
On the front of it, it states something. It's trying to warn me. "WARNING! THIS PRODUCT MAY LEAD YOU INTO ANOTHER LIFE!"
"JOHN! WHAT DOES IT DO?" Of course he doesn't answer. He just gives away a little smirk. "HURRY UP AND SHOW ME!" He gets up, once again, but this time I want to know what he is doing. He walks over to the dream machine thingy mo bobby. He is moving the dice into a different arrangement, it must be like a lock or something. I don't want to say anything because I might distract him.

John, who is walking around the room frantically, finally starts to settle down. He lies down on the bed, puts the machine on his head, connects it up to another one somehow, who knows how, and puts one finger in front of his lips, to signal for me to be quiet, and then puts it on my head.



John:
"Aidan, are you there? I want to know if you are okay. Can you hear my voice? This is my actual voice! I hope you like it! Welcome to my world Aidan. It is my escape, every single night. This is what I do when I need to escape. There are no bullies here, it is my ideal world. Everyone accepts everyone for who they are, not because they are popular, not because they are good at sport, but for who they are, themselves! CAN YOU HEAR ME?"
I don't get a reply from Aidan, I don't know what to think. This has never happened before, he loves to talk. Why isn't he talking? WHY ISNT HE TALKING TO ME? "AIDAN! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" I say this as he turns around to me. It is my idea world, with my ideal guy. He turns around. His face, what is that? His face, it isn't a human face?
"END NOW!" The code word to get out of the simulation. I had to. I couldn't face being in there actually knowing that he isn't real. He is an alien.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! GET OUT! GET OUT NOW!" I can actually speak! I say this as I am starting to cry. I have to, I can't be caught up in this mess anymore. I can't even believe I have done this.
"JOHN, WHAT IS WRONG?" Aidan replied.
"HURRY UP AND GET OUT!" I yell furiously.
"Okay then, whatever makes you happy!"
I feel like saying get out you stupid non-human being. But I can't, he has to go without me stating that I know. "GOODBYE!" I say with the most anxiousness, "I WILL NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN!"

As the thing that I thought was Aidan walks out the door, it just disappears. The actual Aidan starts to rock up to my house. WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON? I grab the anonymous object that I used to cut a deep hole in my arm before. I yell "I LOVE YOU AIDAN!" My last words. Goodbye world.
I stab myself.