This fine night I'm sitting on the stairs for the prime reason of I cannot sleep. I envy anybody who can fall asleep in merely a few moments, those lucky bastards...
It appears I'm also not the only one in this complex who can't sleep, as person I like to call 'the idiot' comes to sit next to me. The idiot's real name is a mystery to me, I don't care enough to ask and, thankfully, he doesn't seem to care to tell me either. I give him that nickname for multiple reasons, one being he is one, another being I was listening to the album 'The Idiot' by Iggy Pop on an old broken down CD player when I first saw him. Me and the idiot date back a long time, when I was around eight he moved into the complex and was, I'm assuming, eleven. He used to push me around with his friends and I absolutely hated it. His mother, sister, brother, and father all lived here and they didn't get along with my mom too well for reasons I still don't know. Now, however, he doesn't seem to push me around too much not though, he just kind of stopped a few months ago, maybe it's because he's twenty? I don't know. You'd assume since he's twenty he'd start beating me up instead. Sometimes I almost feel bad for him since he's the only alive one in his family now, no idea how everyone died but one day I saw him crying about them all being dead, I didn't ask how they died though. Sadly, now due to their deaths, he tries to hang out with me.
"Nice to see you can't sleep either." He says in an almost cheery voice. I don't reply, naturally, I never talk to him. If he does manage to get words out of me I simply say "Fuck off." Which I'll generally say if he rambles for too long around me. As he continues to go on and on about how sleeping is 'too dangerous' in this part of town I find myself distracted by an argument a couple is having at a nearby squat that's literally maybe twenty fucking yards away from this squat complex thing too. The couples argument is viciously loud which surprised me that nobody's told them yet to shut up as I'm tempted to now. This is why I'm glad I don't distract myself with love or love interests. I lightly tell the idiot to "Fuck off." As I head back up the stairs to my room where I lock the door and sit on the floor. I can still hear that couple yapping about how one of them forgot to buy floss at the store or some shit. People are annoying as fuck.
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Mask
General FictionAeron isn't the typical bloke, he lives in a squat in a town in the middle of nowhere where he's lived almost his whole life. Soon Things begin to change for him as he finds new hobbies and a task that will direct his life in a specific way.
