I own nothing:D
Chapter 1: Rich, but Poor
I used to think I was the luckiest men on Earth. I have everything anyone would die for, money, power, fame, sex, EVERYTHING. Anything I wanted I could have it in a blink of an eye. That until I met my best friend, Loneliness.
I couldn't sleep at night either so make my brother Loneliness and my best friend Insomnia. Every time I close my eyes I remember my past, the days where I had no freedom, my slavery days. I was just a little kid about 16 years ago. Pretty much time to forget, huh? Well not for me cause, even though I was forced to work until I fell unconscious, struggle through starvation and dehydration, and not to mention getting beaten up on daily bases, I was happy.
How could you possibly be happy?! You may ask, and I'd say I met a girl. And suddenly you'll totally get me, and we'll cry together because we all have suffered from love and how cruel it can get and stuff like that.
But! In the end I'll say "She was killed right before my eyes and thrown into the ocean and I did nothing to save her!" and you'll be all like "dude…" and you'll say nothing because you will never be able to feel what I felt.
So HA! I WIN.
Did I forgot to mention I was diagnosed of Posttraumatic Stress, Schizophrenia, Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder, Bipolar II Disorder, Major Depression Disorder, Night Terror, Generalized Anxiety Disorder, Insomnia, Mania, Melancholia, Nightmare Disorder, Panic Disorder, Paranoid Personality Disorder, Parasomnia, Claustrophobia, Phobia, and Schizoaffective Disorder.
In short terms I'm going nuts. I'm a mad rich man. A mad rich man without love. A very mad rich man without love in a lonely world.
See where I'm heading with all this?!
Anyways…I have this tiny tiny trauma that I can't get over her dead so I became this wicked ambitious man who has sex with every woman he meets just to replace the feeling of HOLDING HER HAND.
CAN YOU BELIEVE IT! JUST TO FEEL HER FINGERS INTERWINED WITH MINE!
And still, nothing compares to her…
Nothing…
So now that time has passed and I have anything I want in this boring solitary world that torments my dreams and keeps me up at night remembering her beautiful scarlet hair, I realized I have nothing to do.
Or so I thought…
It was a cold winter night. I laid in my king sizes bed. My arms and legs were completely stretched out as I laid face up, sweat covered my shirtless body. I moved from side to side, twisting and turning trying to run away from my nightmare, struggling to wake up.
I did with an agonizing scream, my eyes flung open alarmingly and my breathing was so heavy and erratic I believed my lungs had just burst inside me.
I looked down at my hands, there was no blood. I was just a dream, or rather a nightmare. Tears whelmed my eyes as I cover my face and curled my legs, hugging them tightly to my body. I sobbed in lamentation for hours and eventually cried myself to sleep once again.
Just to start all over again, but once I done it three times on that same night I decided it had to stop. I got off my bed and got dressed, It was just three o'clock in the morning.
I got into working clothes, a nice black suit with my favorite red tie. It reminds me of her, so I wear it every day so her memory stays close to me.
I lived on the most prestigious hotel of my prestigious chain of hotels and of course had the best room and service of the whole business, obviously just for myself.
The service worked twenty-four seven and knew very well about my little issues so they were ready at any moment for any order.
I took my coat and got out off the room and into the elevator where one off my employees was ready and set to save me the trouble of pressing the elevator button that lead to the Lobby.
I thanked him and headed out, greeting the rest of the employees that stayed on the late shift in the Lobby I finally made it out.
Getting into the car and hitting the road to nowhere, I found myself suddenly in the most active part of Era at night.
The dangerous streets.
I've never been afraid of anything, not after losing what was most precious to me. Nothing has meaning and nothing matters.
All this arrogance in my meaningless life without her made tears come into my eyes and I found myself wailing over her death once again.
In the end, nothing changed, it was still me in this sad and solitary world, no matter where I go or what I do.
I just can't seem to get over her.
A feminine voice broke me off my suicide-trance-like-state and loud high-heel footsteps rumbled in my ears. I composed myself and placed my hands on the wheel, preparing to leave.
But that voice was closer now and caught my attention, though I wasn't listening to the words.
I turn my head and roll the window down too meet with her figure, I must admit I was stunned by the sight. But apart from the perfection of her body and the beauty of her face, what my eyes could tear away from was her breathtaking scarlet hair.
Scarlet hair…No. No fucking way.
"Scarlet! The color of your hair! That way I'll never forget!"
"Erza!"
