whispers and mutters • blasnique

Chapter One

THIRD PERSON

"Riders on the storm, riders on the storm, into this house we're born, into this world we're thrown"

It has been obvious Unique really hasn't moved on from the late Morrison's death. Ever since a kid, he's always loved his songs and his compositions, inspiring the little kid in Unique to engage himself in literature and songwriting.

Unique sure was an overdramatic kid, then taking this trait up to his adolescence, before running away from his abusive father (taking his car too) and never making amends with the man again. Two years have passed and he hasn't seen him (yet) and he'd never even want to see the man ever again.

He felt pressed under his strict father's rules, and some moments occured back when he was still under his father's strict rules (and his abusive actions) that led to extreme trauma that affected his actions and the way he interacted with fellow human beings.

Unique seemed introverted enough, but with his great interest in sex and alcoholism, he sure was socially interactive if you counted how many times he's interacted with people - sexually.

Nicotine calmed the storm inside him along with the growing panic and anxiety inside him out of nowhere. It all felt like a rainbow after a hurricane if he smoked, but he never knew it was the nicotine that brought the hurricane.

He found anti-smoking campaigns dumb and stupid - he's come to good terms with death anyway and he's just waiting for death to take him - mainly because they never knew how those death sticks calmed him down, and smoking was just a way of settling down thunderstorms inside him and replacing it with temporary sunshines.

And the death of Morrison kept him awake at night - and it kept him afraid of the dark for so much that he couldn't even put himself to sleep - knowing that the only person that kept him alive and stable was dead, resting eternally and he didn't even come first.

Surely, music helped him a lot especially when he was on the edge of suicide and on the verge of relying and resorting to self harm. Thank Lord for nicotine and alcohol, Unique thought.

Unique was a Creative Writing student who dropped out at the second semester of freshman year, then started his own band that hasn't really clicked yet to the public eye. He met his good friend Zildjian at a beach in Batangas right after running away from his parents and dropping out, running away for a trip somewhere far from his problems before returning to Manila with Zild with hopes of finding a drummer to complete their band - and they did.

Batangas was his sweet little paradise, though. Meeting really nice women and having to enjoy some really good sex too. It didn't last long, however.

They both met this sweet guy named Badjao at a convenience store where Unique always buys his shit from, and he just so happened to be Zild's churchmate that also plays drums. Badjao seemed the nicest of 'em all, silent but very amazing at doing beats and all. He seemed very limited but a very nice person to talk to.

However, Zild seemed the opposite, fun and filled with wonder and curiosity of what the world has to offer. Enjoying whatever happens to him and always being the smart one - but pretty boastful and pretty highly of himself - Unique ignored the guy's ugly trait, it was nothing worse anyway.

Zild also has a nice girlfriend, too nice that Unique has laid a little bit of interest on the curly-haired girl. Her name was said to be Shanne and is also a rising artist like her boyfriend - which was pretty interesting for Unique. Both have the same interests and both of them seemed healthy enough for each other - just like a relationship Unique had dearly longed for from the start. (even with Barbara, he really thought he'd stand a chance with her)

Unique was the straight up definition of lovesick yet all too lovestruck, hoping for a nice girlfriend to come and show up because he really needed one - at the same time was too bitter, too lovesick and too drugged to even have romantic interaction with a fellow human being. It just seemed so surreal for him to have a partner that would even stand him and his addictions, and seeing Shanne and Zild just envied him a shit ton.

Badjao never showed his girlfriend but they all knew he had one and it was this girl named Aimee, he had shown a picture of the two of them and she looked beautiful but not as alluring as Shanne to Unique. She just seemed physically pretty but not attractive enough that Unique would spark interest on the girl.

Surely, Shanne seemed hippy enough, curly-haired and always dressed with the orange-mustard color scheme with a hint of subtle red and green. She always was fashionable and stylish - looking like those unconventionally dressed group of children who were against the current government, favoring them to legalize marijuana since it was organic and it's not as horrible as the synthetics - no one died from marijuana, anyway. right? The girl seemed free from drugs and is totally sober anyway.

And Blaster, fucking Blaster, he sure was a really nice friend and helped Unique a lot especially when he was high. Unique liked his singing so much, it's something that kept him at ease whenever he's having a panic attack, the little hushes and the little whispers he gave Unique. Unique would just mutter underneath it whenever he was too high to even try and listen to Blaster and his advices.

Whispers and mutters, things he love. The way Blaster whispered calming words to his ear softly and the way he (begrudgingly) muttered the same thing under his breath. He sounds like birds chirping in the morning, welcoming him for another day - only to be ruined by the clouds covering up the sun and raining down on his parade.

Whispers and mutters, I whisper then you mutter. I love you, okay? Again, I love you, okay?