Lost Mind

Before the Shakes

Introduction

My name is Jake Valentine. At least, it was Jake Valentine, now it's 6435287. A stupid number. I'm 20, but that doesn't matter. That number was all because of aliens, of all things. Nobody thought it would happen, but it did. I mean who would expect an alien invasion? It started so abruptly. I remember that day. That terrible, terrible day.

Before the Shakes

I should probably start this off with what I looked like. There were two main looks I had, when I was young and now. Back then, I was more confident then I could ever be now. I had nice brown hair with "dazzling" green eyes as my mom put it. I did have some sort of conscience back then, mostly about how I looked. I would always force my mom to take me to the mall every weekend so I could wear something new to school. I kept doing that for the longest time. Those were some good times. But I don't want to dive too far back there. This is here and now. I've been basically alone since I was 16. My father left me when I was little, maybe 3 or 4. He said I was ugly and going to grow into a failure. He got one thing right, I mean I don't see any women lusting over me. Some guys have though, but we don't talk about that. I am going to college though, so at least I'm not a total fuck-up in his eyes, not that I care about what he has to think about me. My pure-hearted mother vowed to never leave me after my dad did. She did leave me eventually. It wasn't her fault though, it was some ignorant bastard that was drinking and driving in town at 9 in the morning. She was there for me for almost everything in my life from my most embarrassing moments up until the end of her life. That was one of the saddest moments in my entire life. That's when I sort of turned into the outcast everywhere I went. I lost friends and never made new ones. I started getting more and more shy and started worrying less on how people thought of me. I already knew what people thought of me as and there was nothing I could do to change that. That's when I started to get into unhealthy fetishes with ideas like having a girlfriend for once and being busy on a weekend again. That's when I saw her. Julia Addley. The first time I visited the campus she was there. Getting a tour on the same day as me. She seemed perfect. Beautiful, kind, confident. Everything I was missing in my life was her existence. She became the center of my world. I gained an unhealthy addiction to the thought of her. I obsessed over her too much and I knew it. I finally got over it after about a year, but I couldn't get over the fact that I needed someone in my life. Someone to hang out with and maybe even date. I had to pick someone and she seemed like the best fit since, I thought, I knew everything about her. I could never get her though. No matter how hard I tried. Then that fateful day happened.