Drifted: Fragment Memories

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Held Back Truth

How long has it been since I left California? One month? Two months? Six months? No. It's been a year since I left California and I still find my confidence and peace in Maryland. I moved to Maryland due to my parents promotion as manager at a restaurant called BJ's Restaurant and Brewhouse. Sure it sounds strange at first and I do recall a couple students making fun of it by taking the context of "BJs" in a sexual perspective. Those bastards didn't understand and even if you wanted them to, they wouldn't. All they probably cared about was finding a way in life to kill that one guy they didn't like or fuck some girl they met for no reason. Yeah, I know. I'm going a little too far into the whole thing but it's true. Almost everyone at my old school was a complete ass and I didn't want to get involved in their lives. Well, that was spoken way too soon as they always saw me at school. I'll be honest I was a quiet kid in middle school but I would really talk a lot in elementary. I'm pretty sure if stayed that way through High School, someone would have the guts to tape my freaking mouth shut. I think Mr. Wolf or Mrs. Banks would do that. Well... I don't want to go over every single goddamn detail of my past since it's been a year. I'm pretty sure a lot of them forgot about me. That's all I really wanted anyway... Maryland isn't so bad. I mean the weather changes which I'm still getting used to, and the people here are not all that bad. There's probably two idiots that I rather not be near and there's one student that annoys the hell out of me by poking me. I mean come on, I know I'm sensitive but do really have to abuse it? I swear if I took my frying pan or that Flak Cannon from Unreal Tournament 2004 A game I play... and it's somehow addicting, I would hit him in the stomach with the frying pan or shoot his arms off with the Flak cannon.... Wait.... Maybe the Flak Cannon is a bad idea. That probably blow him into pieces and uh... No one wants a bloody mess... Nice thinking me. Well, so far... I've managed to HAVE friends. The question that still comes to mind is whether I will stay friends with them.. Hopefully... During Lunch, I was in Mrs. Sterling's room on the computer just getting on Steam A game library while waiting for John and Danny and Michaela. John Paul Basso-Luca is a student at Gaithersburg High as well as Daniel Drury and Michaela Shapero. When I first met John, he wasn't much of a talker but since then he started to talk a little more. Daniel who goes by Danny is a very mellow person but can be a little crazy sometimes and Michaela who is a very cute girl and... well I don't know how to explain everything...  Everything... Just everything just seems like a nightmare... in there. All I can remember was running away from this cloud of darkness. Running, running, running as fast as I can however, the cloud was much faster than I was. I ran to the right, to the left, made a u-turn and repeat and shuffled my steps. I stopped to take breath and turn around. The cloud was gone. Thank god. I say to myself. I felt a little surprised to outrun a cloud. It's strange yet funny since clouds continuously move as time ticks on. I chuckled and walk away but immediately stopped at the sound of cracking glass. I look down and notice that the ground was made of clear glass. Now, I'm afraid...I slowly tried to move from the big crack on the ground that I probably made. I slowly lift up my leg just an inch then suddenly the glass broke into pieces, many of them ranging from small to large. As I fall, likely to my death, many pieces of glass scratch my face, arms and legs before landing on another slate of glass. The fall literally felt like I smash every bone in my body and very much bleeding internally. I slowly get up from the ground, groaning in pain. Once I finally stand on my feet, the world around me changed. This isn't right... This isn't right at all... Long mirrors circling around me as a group of children playing Ring Around the Rosie. I turn and walk one direction and the mirrors somehow block my path. I repeat the process and walk in another direction and yet the same thing. Over and over, the same result. I started to get frustrated. I really wanted to get out but every move I made, they would make one move to stop me right in my tracks. "I know I'm not a part of everyone..." A young voice behind me spoke. I turn around to see my younger self in the mirror holding a Ruger LCR revolver in his hand. "So why am I here? Why am I a part of this world?" I try to speak words of wisdom but just could not find any. Slowly but inevitably raises the gun and points it at his head. I begin to panic and call out my name but the mirrors bounce the sound back to me and raise the volume so high I felt my ears starting to bleed. I cover my ears and continue calling out but it made things worse. "It's okay." My younger self spoke. I look up to him as he holds the gun steadily at his head. "I was never a part of life anyway." His child-like smile made me get up to grab the gun just before he pulled the trigger. However, I'm too late to even try. My younger self pulls the trigger and the glass all around me shattered including the floor. I couldn't even see the pieces the bullet left from his head for I was falling, and falling, and falling into the dark. Not knowing what will happen to me when I wake up. If that ever happens...  I suddenly wake up to the sound of my alarm clock breathing heavily as my heart races like a motorcycle on jet fuel. I slowly breathe normally and calm down, still shaking from the nightmare. "That dream again..." I mumble as I get up from the bed. I walk into the bathroom and look into the mirror. I notice a few of the scars that was left behind when I last went into that world. "Why? Why do I have to put up with this shit?" I stare into the mirror for a little while and then leave the bathroom. Sometimes... It's best for me to never look myself in the mirror.