Winning Is The New Losing

Well, I'm a Waste Like You

     -Short and simple but this is still the same day as the chapter before, I just decided to split it.

    We got back to the room and watched a few movies. There was really nothing else he wanted to do and I couldn't just go and do whatever. After our third movie I decided to strike up a conversation.

    "So, does your wife and kids know about the whole deal thing?" he looked over to me.

    "Who? Oh the wife, yea about that. Technically we're not married." I looked at him shocked.

    "What?"

     "Yeah, and the kids well they're not mine." He laughed a little. I just stared in shock. "It's just all for show, ya know, an illusion. The only time we're actually together is when it's time to go to big events or fake a vacation so it looks like I'm a loving family man. They can't stand me. Hell even if they were my real wife and kids I bet they wouldn't love me." He looked down and started picking at his pants. "Nobody does."

    "Sure they do!"

    "Oh yeah who?"

    "Your fans." He looked at me.

    "Pfft, if they really knew me they wouldn't. They're in love with the character I made. They don't know me at all. Plus I steal girls and use them for my own benefit, who could love that? No one."

    "First off you're probably right about the whole character thing. Secondly, you do it because you have too, and third I don't think you really give people a chance to get to know you. You're too busy working all the time, plus they think you're married. I think you're just misunderstood."

    "That was a lot of good excuses, and me, misunderstood. You're the one who's possible going to die and yet you're trying to pick out the good in the person that put you in the deadly situation any way. Who does that? You should be kicking my ass cussing me out and furious. So what's your story Gloria? Why do you pick out the good even in the bad? Tell me about your life, that's what I'm interested in."

    "Well I don't know why. I just always have, and it's kind of tragic and depressing, you wouldn't want to hear it.'

    "Of course I do."

    "Are you sure?" he nodded his head.

    "Please." There was a bit of pain in his voice.

    "Ok, well my parents died when I was 13, so I lived with my aunt. I stayed depressed and by 15 I did the whole cutting thing to relieve some of the pressure. I fantasized of suicide but never would go through with the plans, till I was 16 and my aunt died. The last thing she said was it was all my fault; I had brought to much stress to her causing her heart to fail. Of course the doctors said it was the bad habits such as smoking a pack a day and liquor that caused the trouble. Either way I was alone in a big house now. I began to believe it was my fault, and that no one loved me so I made plans to jump off a bridge into the bay. When I got there, there was a girl looking over tossing rocks in the water with headphones hooked into a cd player. She was my age."

    "Was it Claire?" his full body was turned facing me with his head resting on his fist.

    "Yes. We talked for awhile she was new in town. Come to find out she had just moved in beside me without me knowing. She handed me her headphones stating it was the best band around. I put them on and that was my first taste of Green Day."

    "Which cd?"

    "Dookie of course." He smiled.

    "That one is pretty good." I agreed.

    "We became best friends and been inseparable ever since. I Always thanked her for saving me life and of course you guys and your music. It really helped me through some tough times." He smiled.

    "That's amazing." I smiled back.

    "Yea." I looked at the time and lowered my head letting a tear slip out. He moved closer and held me as he wiped the tear from my eye.

    "What's wrong?"

    "It's just that right now I would be home getting ready to go out with Leon."

    "Oh," he sounded sad. "Is he your boyfriend?"

    "Well almost. We were going to go on our first date tonight, but I guess now I'm just a missing person, that no one cares about looking for." 

    He started rocking a little. "That's not true, I'm sure he cares. Tell me more about him."

    "Well he works at the 7-11, we have a few classes together, and he has sandy blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes."

    "He sounds nice."

    "Oh he is. You'd love him, he's so sweet and kind." He stopped rocking.

    "Do you love him?"

    "I... I don't know, I know I really really like him and I wanted to get to know him more."

    "I'm so sorry Gloria." 

    I wiped my nose and looked at him.  "It's fine. Hey maybe things will work out good and I can go home." 

    He smiled at me and nodded. He brushed the hair from my eyes and kissed my forehead. "Yea. It's getting late. I think we should get some rest and go to bed." I nodded my head and we stood up. He walked me to the bedroom and helped me in bed. "I can sleep on the couch."

    "No it's ok, I really don't want to be alone. Especially with those big guys on the loose; they scare me."

    "Alright, but don't try to get Hanky pankey with me now. I'm a married man." We both giggled and he put his p.j's on and got in bed. He pulled the covers up over my shoulders making sure my back was covered. "Goodnight Gloria, and sweet dreams."

    "Yea goodnight and you too." He rolled on his back and flicked the lamp off. I was still facing him. I watched him as his eyes shut, then mine grew heavy, slowly closing taking me to my sweet slumber.