THE BOOK OF DANCE: For the Sake of Us.

Chapter One

Sometimes, and I mean just sometimes, Aiden would think about having a smoke.  He only smoked when he got stressed.  He knew it wasn't the best decision...lungs almost never lasted due to smoking.  His parents had always tried to get him to stop, but Aiden was stubborn.

 He was stubborn until he couldn't be anymore. What I mean by that is that he literally couldn't be stubborn around his parents.  They couldn't call him...he couldn't be stubborn over the phone with them.  The three could never gripe with each other again.

No, Aiden didn't pass away, but his parents did.  His mom passed due to a heart attack, and his dad...yeah, Aiden didn't like to talk about it at all.  It was almost like it physically hurt his heart. 

 You have your emotional pain, internal pain, and then physical pain.  You can tell those three pains apart because there is a drastic difference between them.  Every time Aiden talked about his parents...or even thought about them, he couldn't tell the difference between any of the pains.  When it came to his parents, all pains were the same.  Unlike the average human being (he was so-so about being average), he couldn't differentiate the pains.

Aiden had a stressful job, a stressful life.  Certain things could set him off.  He wasn't what society would deem "normal".  Society wanted a person to be absolutely perfect.  People hated flaws, they hated scars (any type), they hated mental disorders.  If someone around them had anything "wrong" with them, the not-so-perfect person would be shunned.

Here's the thing though, people in society knew what they were doing.  They just didn't care.  They didn't care if their words cut deeper than a knife.  They didn't care if anything bad happened to someone who wasn't "normal".  That was society's problem.

Aiden obviously wasn't perfect, and he didn't try to be.  He knew he had problems... anxiety...and what he thought was the worst, depression and more than likely more mental health issues. His feelings felt muted.  He felt numb, in a way at least.

No, no...what was worse than anything was having  anxiety, and depression at the same time.  That shit sucked.  He was numb...but at the same time he wasn't.  His mind didn't want to make a decision on one thing. Nooo, his mind wanted him to suffer.

But maybe it was just his subconscious telling him he deserved it.  He had done some bad things.  Maybe he was punishing himself.  Just maybe though.

Aiden stared out the window, his head tilted to the side.  The sky was blue with a grey tint to it.  It was almost saddening.  The atmosphere had a sad, uegh feel.  And he hated that so much.  It made him feel so small.

A knock on the door made Aiden jolt.  He slowly looked away from the window and to the door.  The door opened and Aiden's friend Henry walked in. 

"What do you want, Henry?"

"Do I need a reason to see my friend, friend?" he asked, a smirk slowly creeping on his face.

"Well, normally when you come to see me you want something."

"Uhmm, you aren't wrong," Henry stated, but it came out more like a question. Aiden raised a brow at his friend.

"What's up then?"

"I need help. There's this woman that I really like. I just need help on what to say and what to do." Henry's shoulders slumped when Aiden shrugged.

"Henry, you're a thirty-two year-old guy, divorced once, and you don't know how to act around a woman that you like?" Aiden was wowed, to say the least. Aiden might not have had the best luck...at all, but he kinda (?) knew how to approach a woman he liked.