The Lost Boys found boy

Prologue

Where I was born, who my family was, where I went to school, what I aspired to be when I reached of age – it doesn't matter, because I can't remember any of it. What I do know, is that I'm over a hundred years old but don't look any older than twenty-one, the age where I became more than man.

What I also know is that I long for the day I can be with my friends again. I miss the nights where David, Marko, Paul, Dwayne, and I would do whatever it took to survive the streets of San Francisco. Compared to today, life in 1906 was rough for those who weren't able to take care of themselves, or had the money to stay safe. David was our leader and he knew what needed to be done for us to not only live to see another day, but to also have fun at other people's expenses. We weren't the noblest gentlemen around. Honestly, you couldn't even consider us gentle by any means, but one thing was for certain, and it was that we always looked out for one another. We were brothers.

So it tears my heart whenever I see the guys out and about, having a grand old time in those gaudy outfits of theirs, but I can't go to them. Max warned me not to go near them, let alone have them see me. He said it would cause too much chaos.

"Why?" I asked one night at Max's house, exhausted and frustrated that I couldn't talk to any of them.

"Because, Jasper," Max replied gently, "it will be a shock to everyone. Remember, you have been asleep for a very long time."

"Wouldn't they be happy to see me? How did I even fall asleep in the first place? Why did I sleep for so long? How did you find me?"

Max wasn't happy I was asking him so many questions, so he simply told me to return home and to continue my studies. I was disappointed, but I never argued with him, because he was older and wiser and knew what was best for me.

By the way, I'm a college student at Santa Carla University where I take night classes. I live in a secluded area of the school, fenced off to students and facility alike. The dormitory I stay in is in dire need of repair, but it allows me privacy, security, and access to go wherever I please without being bothered by campus security.

It would be fun to have the guys over and relive the days of long past, to recall the tales of Vlad and the Russian Princess that David fell head over heels for. As much as I can imagine, as of this moment, I wish to call out to David and see if he remembers me after all this time. Any kind of recognition would do wonders. Then again, that would require me going to either the boardwalk or Hudson's Bluff... and I can't go.

I miss my friends. Even though I have no memory of my original human family, or how they treated me, I just know that the gang was my one and only true family. They were the only ones I would ever need or want in my life. I want to get more answers out of Max other than what he feeds me.

Perhaps it's wrong to demand so much. Max was the one who discovered me and woke me from a deep slumber. I don't know why I was asleep or how I got to where I was, but I am grateful to Max and what he was able to do for me in order to adjust to life in modern day Santa Carla.

To whoever is reading this, I'm not sure what writing in this journal will accomplish. Max doesn't know I have this. I suppose this is the safest place for my questions and thoughts. I don't know how long I will keep this up, but it puts me at ease knowing that someone out there is listening to me as I attempt to figure things out.

Until next time.