No Moment is Purrfect
Chapter 1: The Betrayal
It was a beautiful evening, one where a type of pseudo-grandeur and innate contentment with life filled the cool breeze. Like most nights, the roads in the suburbs of Roseville were generally deserted, almost desolate. Simply occupied by nothing but the orange glow from the street lights above, and the humble abodes housing the quiet and content middle class families of the area lining their sides, yet, even in the most of beautiful times there is always a hint of sadness and desolation somewhere, for no single moment is without pain. No matter when, no matter why, there is always someone tucked away in a dark corner of their mind, anguishing. Within one of the houses there lay Mike, a Korat, doing his best to grasp the deeper meaning behind the classic allegory, Antigone. For he is about to learn an important life lesson, happiness is fleeting.
Mike was aware of how critical it was for him to understand all there was to the story, since any discrepancies could very well cause him to lose credit on his project for his English class, and any credit in a class as difficult as that one was surely important. For the most part he seemed to be grasping it quite well. He had deduced what majority of the characters symbolized and had begun to understand the plot quite well, but whom he had true issues with understanding was Creon. He knew what Creon had done was wrong, but he found himself unable to understand exactly what he represented. In order to complete his character analysis, and finally finish his project, he needed to understand Creon, and to understand the message that Sophocles was trying to send. So Mike intently studied the book with little fruition, but making steady pace.
Suddenly, snapping him out of his own little world entirely occupied of his thoughts and feelings regarding Antigone, he heard his mom call him from down stairs. He quickly got up, leaving the book where he could quickly return to it, and he made his way to see what she wanted of him post-haste. He left his roomed, descended down the stairs and entered the living room. He saw his sister sitting on the couch watching a movie. He figured his mom must have been in the kitchen, so doing his best to not disrupt his sister, he walked to the kitchen. Hearing the words "a six foot tall bunny rabbit" and then laughter on the television, he suddenly wondered what the hell she could have been watching and figured he would have to check it out after he figured out why he had been called down.
His mom, much to his satisfaction, seemed to be baking cookies, but once she saw him she stopped what she was doing and walked over to the table.
"Here," she said handing him an envelope with a smile on her face. "You got this in mail earlier, but I forgot to tell you. It's from that girl you like so much, Sandy."
So excited by the great news he found himself unable to be mad at his mother for forgetting the letter.
"Thanks mom!" He said as he took the letter and made particular haste to get to his room to open and consume the information within the envelope. As he walked through the living room he heard the odd movie on the television once more.
"I have had a cunning vision. This vision has released me," spewed from the television with some almost fake sounding music in the background. Unable to care about anything but the letter now, he quickly went up stairs to read it.
Upon entering his room he shut and locked his door, unsure the content within. Possibly just the hormones of a pubescent teen acting as they do, he couldn't help but feel some desire for something of a mature nature, even if he did find it most unlikely. Mike sat on the edge of his bed, took a moment to admire the letter, and began to pry it open. He was always so happy when she sent him letter or called. It was like a beacon of light in the dark, over-emotional world he was trapped in. When finally he had successfully managed to get the note out of the envelope, he began to read it with a type of ferocity. Quickly, his excitement faded. He could tell that something was wrong almost instantly, since the writing in the letter seemed overly formal and somewhat somber. In his worried state, Mike read on, not sure what to expect.
It wasn't long until Mike began to get a pit in his stomach. A pit occupied with worry and stress. A gap filled with anguish and fear. The content of the letter almost made him sick to his stomach, yet he read on. He read until the very last sentence, and he stopped. He then reread the letter, unable to focus entirely any longer. For now the words of the letter echoed in his mind, and he had become the person tucked away deep in the corner of their mind, destroying the pristine nature of a perfect night. Mike stared at the letter with anguish in his heart; he stares at the breakup letter with a mixture of fear and contempt. Not sure how to feel nor of what to do, he simply laid his head gently upon his pillow and stared at his ceiling as he felt a single tear, the first of many, well up in his eye.