Mindless

Chapter 1- A New Start

~Too much heartache had developed inside of me that I needed to surround myself with a whole different area. A new place for a new feeling and a new start~

Kyle
I had had enough. I was done. I was completely done with that goddamn town. The small buildings and the big buildings. The tall and the short people. The feelings that...that certain people gave me, or rephrased, the feeling that a certain person gave me. Too much heartache had developed inside of me that I needed to surround myself with a whole different area. A new place for a new feeling and a new start.

Somewhere, I knew there was a place for me; a new place I could call home. South Park just wasn't giving me that homey feeling anymore. Lots of opportunities were out there. Yeah, I could have waited a few more years, but on my eighteenth birthday, the clock struck midnight and I walked right out the door of that house. I had left a note to let my parents and younger brother know I was going to be safe. They were not necessarily the problem, but they all contributed to my leave in a small way.

Most know how parents can be, some know how a little brother can be. All three of them meant well, it was just time for me to part ways with my old life. A new life is what I needed in my eyes. Others may ask what the huge deal was and I for sure got asked that by my friends. Staying in touch was something I was hesitant to do. Friends, a few friends, I ended up staying in touch with. Clyde, Eric from time to time, we started calling him by his name when he stared maturing into a decent human being, and Wendy.

Wendy and her boyfriend, at the time, were having relationship problems. There had been many issues regarding their long relationship ever since elementary school. It was mostly ridiculous on and off drama in their younger years. It was pretty weird, weird because nobody ever thought they would call it quits, but did. Wendy came to me for a lot after the separation. We became best friends and still are.

At a younger age, I would not of imagined being best friends with Wendy Testaburger. Over time, we managed to create this unexpected friendship bond. She was hard to leave because I told her everything as well. I had been planning to leave for a long time, so it was not like I told her a few days before I had gotten the hell out of South Park. I had let everyone close to me know about my plan, except for my parents and one other person. Some were able to understand, and some did not but said they wished the best for me. Nobody really knew my situation.

God, my situation, what the fuck? It is one giant question mark with ability to scrape away the covering of the truth. It is a roller coaster ride and I am the only passenger. I did not ask to get on it. I was strapped into the cart, and off it traveled forward into an arena of the complete opposite of what I ever thought of having to deal with. Being informed that life was no picnic was good advice, I just wish that I'd listened to it more carefully. My past is not a blur, it is very clear up there in my brain. What brightens my days more is that it is not painted like a picture in front of my face all the time.

Things had to change, so I took them all under my own wing and made it happen. I made sure I had enough money to get away, settle in somewhere I could call my new home, and be comfortable with my surroundings as a growing adult. Eighteen is still a very young age, but I was determined to make my life less of a drag. Not being prepared would have set a lot back for my plan. If one thing was for sure, I did know where my home was now. Georgia. Atlanta, Georgia.

I actually have one cousin who is still in Atlanta and let me stay with him during the time this all happened. He said it was not any problem. The first few days I got settled in, I had already been looking for a new job. It was kind of a rush. No time was supposed to be lost in this group of ideas. I was too afraid if any time did get lost somewhere in the works of all this that it would screw up everything. Okay, maybe not everything. The figuring-out of this whole procedure had to be done, and it was already in the mix of being worked on.