The World Will End With Us. (Volume One)

Chapter 2: Christopher Bates.

Christopher's past:
Water. It flows so naturally and has this type of positive energy that can make anyone spin. The energy even makes tide pools that'll keep you trapped within it making you spin till you end up somewhere else. Water also was crystal clear (most of the time) that anyone could look through it; sometimes even the dirtiest of water you could see through. Many times I felt like water; everybody could see through me and I always ended up somewhere else then where I am.

The only thing about me that's not like water is how loose it is and how powerful it is. If you go into the water, any water, and you'll eventually end up being under it's force. With no escape and no air; your just there existing and being stuck with who you are in that moment. A complete piece of shit who pretends everything is okay when it's not; everything is not okay and it will never be okay. Maybe it's just me that thinks that way but it's true the only thing that I do is pretend; everything is an act.

Water to me is just a huge blob taking control of everything. All of life survives off it; even water survives off its self or more like recycle itself multiple times. Water is the center of everyth- I'm not going to go on about how water is so important and everything. I'm just going to be straight forward and tell how I relate to water so much.

I'm in foster care; my mother died giving birth to me and my dad... he died of well going missing; he was a fishermen and got lost at sea. The one place he found solace when his one and only child was a "brutal reminder of his beloved". This troubled me very much because I've never had parents; my definition is parents is like when you get wet and it slowly dries. The water never stays long enough for you to get used to the feeling unless your fully enveloped by it. An no one I ever met wanted to actually want to know me, my foster parents that shifted around every so often and only wanted me for the money.

Of course I share the same love of the sea as my dad but I found that on my own. Somewhere inside me resented him but somewhere else was a regret that I didn't get to know him enough. My mother was to frail to have me but she wanted a baby so bad, my dad just had to give her one, and here I am. A product of a failed miracle that broke her. But I hope someday that I can meet her or see her and see my dad... I hope the ocean bring him back someday...

Christopher's present:
Bugs gently tapped the water on the pond; making it have multiple ripples intersect each other. The wind gently blew the trees back and fourth making the now golden yellow leaves gently fall. This is peaceful I tell myself; I adjusted myself slightly to make myself more situated in my surroundings. This is the first time I actually liked my foster home, not because of the people but the surroundings.

This couple has this little area in the woods that was peaceful and said it's a quiet place for those who want to think. The couple was kind but a little old and never was able to have children; but was glad to have anyone around really. But of course they said they didn't know how long I was gonna stay because they were getting a little old for children in the first place. So my quiet little place in the woods was going to be gone soon.

"Chris! Come on inside it's getting chilly!" My foster dad Allen yelled with his annoyed scruffy voice.

'I don't want to leave..' I told myself and had to sit there for a few more minutes.

The breeze felt good against my skin and the smell of the forest was comforting and somehow warmed me up inside. In the distance was a shed that they kept for maintenance and tools. The shed was painted a dark red and had a old wooden door; the shed was old they told me and that I'm not allowed in there. The longer I stared at it, the more of an eye sore it became, and it kinda bothered me.

My foster mother Lauren then yelled "Chris! Your going to get a cold! Come inside and have some roast!" .

My stomach then growled as I shuffled toward the house, the smell of roast wafted into the air as the door was cracked open. When I entered the little house I closed the door behind me and walked into the dining room. Everything about living here made me think if I had a grandma this is what it would feel like. I sat and ate peacefully with the two old couple who talked about how it's been raining lately; just weather stuff. After dinner I took a glass of water into my room, my room was small and empty sense I didn't really have much to begin with.