I Wish I Knew How To Quit You

Chapter 1: The Trail.

I hear the crickets' noise. I looked up, saw the moon, and reminisce why haven't I killed myself yet. It's clear outside tonight. The winter wind whispers onto my skin every 3 minutes or so. I see Dalton walking down the pavements, at 23:30, as usual. He reminded me of many things I hope to forget. His muscular body attracted a number of girls on the other batches, as far as I knew. I knew him from my mutual friends in school, they say that he's physically, mentally, and socially active. A top notcher, if you would ask me. He is, in fact, our batch's talk of the show and he also is the most approachable person in the whole campus. Even teachers talk to him about their problems. Meanwhile, as for myself, I'm in the band club, leader of the band, actually. Not very sociable but I still have my circle of friends. Intellectual enough for my age, but not as good as what Dalton can do. Physically deteriorating. For the good side of my traits, every time something is in need of arrangement, specially for music, the teachers approach Dalton, and I am always his first choice when it comes to those things. Also, I create my own music, let others listen to it, and throw it away afterwards since I am not that confident to others listening to it. Those are the only positive traits I can posses.

Sleeping was such a pain in the back as I remember I saw him walking down the pavements. I wish I did not see him that way. I am worried about him.

It's 7:30 already as I woke up. It was that typical day where my mother would iron my clothes, cook breakfast for me and dad, and stay at the house. It was like that since I started going to school.

Every year, the school holds their foundation day at April 4th. As expected, the teachers talked to Dalton about what their plans were for the upcoming event, turned out that Dalton talked to me. "I know we don't know each other that well. But, can I count on you on this one?" I was walking down the ground floor left wing of the school, just barely finished what I was going to get from my locker, then Dalton appeared from nowhere saying those words. "What is it, by the way?" I kind of got the point that the only thing that I only excel at is music. Of course, for me, if someone whom you don't know that will sneak up on you like that would make me feel a little unsettled, or even oblivious about any situations. "I know that this'll make me sound like those brain-dead people who only knows you because they either need something, or they just want to fuck your day right in front of your face. But no. Could you kindly help our teachers create some 'original' music?" I saw how sincere his face was about this one. Dalton's really into helping some people who can either give him traumas, cause of depression, root of stress, or something like that. "I don't really know, man. When's the deadline?" The bell for our next class rang, I had to hurry up Dalton and cut what he was supposed to say.

"See you at the playground after dismissal, let's talk business." I had to cut him with saying that. I wasn't trying to be rude, but our next class was Social Science, which is my "most beloved" class. "Sure, around sixteen at the playground." Then he ran without carrying anything. I was a little unsure at first that he'll meet me there. I ran to our next class, turned out I was late for two and a half minutes, though our teacher just looked at me and carried on with his class. Social Science was fun and all, but the only thing I hate about it was how the teacher deliver his lesson. It was always a talk-based style of teaching. No hands-on, no interactions, no anything. Pure talk.

The bell for dismissal rang. From 13:00 to 16:00 was our Social Science class, so I had nothing to do but be absent minded and think of what Dalton Prescott would be talking about "Original Music". Either way, I'll be seeing him in a bit after returning my things to the locker. I went to my locker, returned my Social Science book. While looking at an old picture where my dad and I used to fish a lot near a mountain, someone slammed my locker shut. It was Klyde, my best friend for past a decade. We were neighbors until he moved out somewhere far away but still in the same vicinity. His mom would always ask him if he'd go to my place, hang and slack off for the rest of the day. My mom would always ask me why don't we go somewhere where my mom won't have to clean my room anymore. It was typical; casual if I may say. We've known each other since we were four years old due to a bike accident caused by his carelessness. After which, we talked to each other a lot, he lived a block away from our flat. When he was thirteen years old, his dad needed to move somewhere near his office, hence leaving me alone in this neighborhood. It was fine, I understood why he had to leave. I don't understand is that why did he cut off our communication after leaving me? Fortunately, we were still at the same high school, same batch, but different circle of friends. He is the leader of the Dance Club, every year they had to organize an event where my club and his club need to collaborate in order to execute the event properly.