Hey Guys! This is my new story! it's about Humphrey's life from his adolescence to his adult years. It sounds kinda lame and overdone, but I will definitely make it a story worth reading for you guys!

Update 7/7/15: I recently got diagnosed with migraines (Terrible ones) and it's been linked with my computer use. This makes it difficult for me to upload because I try to write chapters with over 3,000 words in them. I will TRY to update at least once a month. This may vary because I have a hard time coping with them.

You can find more info on my profile.

This story does have a soundtrack I created; it further expresses the story's tone and emotion. If you love music like I do and you want to get a better feel for the story, then there will be lyrics for the song and the Song Title/Composer at the beginning of the chapter if you want to listen to it on youtube, or another site.

Bitter is the kiss that says goodbye

I can hear it in your voice, I see it in your eyes

'Cause we've been this low and we've been around this bend

I don't to lose you all over again

We sing

Oh, love, it's easy if you don't try to please me

If you don't want to see me any more

We sing out

Oh, oh

Here we go again

I know how I lost a friend

We go 'round and 'round again

Oh, oh

Oh, oh

"Here We Go" by Mat Kearney

The sun had just barely begun to set, reviving that beautiful 8 AM golden orange and pink atmosphere that I had seen so many times each fall. The deep glistening ocean to the left of me crashed, and fizzled over and over again, spraying the cool, salty mist everywhere. I plugged in my headphones into my phone, and set it on my playlist that my friend made me long ago, labeled "Sentiment". Almost immediately the song played with an elegant echo through my ear canals. With a firm grip on the grip tape of my skateboard, I started with a walk, which eventually evolved in to a full blown sprint down the sandy sidewalk. The wind from my speed threatened to push my maroon beanie off my head. I dragged the back wheels of my skateboard over the concrete and planted my foot on the skateboard. With a mighty push I was off.

My skateboard went over every crack in the sidewalk with a loud, repetitive chuh-chuh. The navy blue backpack resting on my spine bounced with every crevice. The sweat pouring down my face increased the more I exerted the power into my legs. Everyone and everything zoomed by me in a flash as I rode down the sandy, crackling sidewalk. The happy couples with their kids slowly running out into the ocean, the women tanning on top of their towels, the chubby men eating their ice cream seemed were blurs to me as the adrenaline flowed through me like blood.

Everything was Perfect.

I veered to the left of the parking lots to the beaches into the lunch areas where even more couples sat under the awnings putting on their tanning lotion, or sunblock. Riding past these benches gave me ideas. Rolling to an empty table, I jumped and slamming the tail of the board into the ground creating a solid pop. Landing with both of my trucks on the ledge, performing a perfect 50-50, I decided on a quick 3-shuv to land back on the smooth concrete. With a screech coming from my wheels as I readjusted the board to go straight, I noticed I was catching people's attention and received some applauses. This caused a mischievous grin to rise on my face. I remember this feeling.

Sadly, the building I was heading for was way closer than I anticipated. With the beach setting becoming more desolated from the people, I turn onto the rough asphalt of the parking lot and decided to ollie up the curb. Finally as the song ended I pushed the back of my skateboard until it made contact with the smooth concrete beneath it, ultimately slowing me down until I came to a complete stop.

I popped my skateboard up into my fingertips.

Exhausted, but still standing, I smiled. I think I'm getting better. I was wrong. Suddenly, I began to gasp for breath. I leaned over and rested the weight of my body on my knees as I lost the air in my lungs. Clutching my throat, and making a godawful choking noise my thoughts changed from happiness to anger.C'mon! I almost had it! Soon as my thoughts faded away, my vision became darker and darker. Not now... Please...

Quickly I pulled my jacket sleeve up and looked at my special watch. Blood Pressure... Again... Falling down on the curb to the building, I laid down, leaving a big sweat stain on my cranberry red zip up hoodie. My beanie softened the blow that my head took when it hit the sidewalk. Please don't let anyone see me like this!

Finally as I stopped gasping and the burning in my throat subsided, I sat up on the curb and pulled my left arm from the backpack strap that was hanging loosely around my shoulders. The rest of the bag immediately flopped into my right arm with a Sling! My hoodie, now soaked with sweat, stuck to my back.

I clipped my skateboard onto my backpack by some straps, that were barely hanging by threads, that I hand sewed years ago. I unzipped the main compartment and took out my wallet. Those pictures fell out onto the asphalt.

Almost immediately, I shut my eyes. Once again I reintroduced myself to the darkness that enveloped my vision. It felt welcoming. Come on Humph! Its the past! Get. Over. It. I tentatively decided to force them open.

I was happy that the picture that stood at the top was me and the 3 most important girls in my life that cold winter. All of us huddled around my phone, taking a selfie. She was kissing me on my cheeks. My eyes were wide. I smiled. I could almost hear the crunch the snow made in the background that day. They were dressed in thick winter clothes. I remember feeling her warm mittens on my face as she tried to calm me down, and warm me up. Mom constantly readjusting my turquoise beanie. The smell of the burning oak wood spreading through my nostrils. It was one of the last moments I felt.. well, loved. I quickly opened my eyes, bringing me back to the building that I would soon have to enter.

My feelings of distrust soon rose again. While trying to forget all of those memories, I put the pictures deep in the pocket of my wallet, checked my credit card, and continued inside the building I was currently waiting outside.

The title of the Building read, "LLOTherapy." I entered the building.

"Hello Sir! Welcome to the Losing Loved Ones Therapy building! Do you have your ID, and payment with you?" questioned a young female, probably in her early 17's, that sat at the front entrance.

"Uh Yeah! Yeah right here." I said as I pulled out my headphones, wiped the sweat off of my forehead, quickly sniffled, and handed her my wallet and gave her my credit card while she examined the same picture of me and my friends from years ago in that snowy forest.

"Wow sir, or should I say Mr.-"

"No Mr. I'm still single." I interjected.

"Still single?" She said as she eyed me up and down. "Hmmm... I'd think you'd be married to the auburn one..."

"Uh no, I've thought about it but things never really-"

"What about the white one?" She questioned. "She seems like your type also."

"Well we're still all really good friends!" I answered as my patience began to slightly dwindle.

"Well Humphrey, You are certainly handsome! But may I suggest that you get a new wallet? This one seems really beat up." She suggested.

"Oh no. I don't think I could let go of this thing even if I threw it away!" I answered as I chuckled.

"Any reason you don't?" She questioned.

"You're like the son I never had."

I gulped.

"Sentimental value?" I replied unsure with a half-smile. I held my hand out, trying to get my wallet back. But she continued eyeing me up and down. After many moments she finally handed it back to me.

"Okay, well your therapist is on the door down the hallway to your left. Word-to-the-wise, I'd take off your jacket if I were you. Sweat stains are a major turn off." She said as she turned her attention back to the computer.

"Well it's a good thing I'm not trying to turn anyone on..." I whisper/chuckled to myself as I turned towards that dark intimidating hallway. My was skateboard dangling from my backpack which I had one arm wrapped in. With each tentative step, I reached further and further down that dark oak wood hallway. Finally the only door on the left was ajar slightly. Something was different though. The other doors down this hallway had the names of the therapists on a plaque that was placed on the walls next to the doors.

This one didn't.

I quickly tried to shake off the feelings of mistrust. C'mon Humph. Mistrust got you here in the first place... Was this a mistake? Should I have come here? They recommended me, but I don't even think I know them anymore. Shut up! Stop questioning things! Just do it.

I reached my hand for the handle.

Okay… Well here we go…

I opened the door to the therapist they signed me up for. As the door crept open, I put my hands behind my back and gripped them together tightly in a respectful pose. I was trying to make a good first impression.

As the door opened, a girl that sat away from me with an notepad tucked into her arm began to slowly materialize with every inch the door expanded. She sat in a brown padded chair that highlighted her greyish brown hair that was tucked into a ponytail behind her head. She wore a comfortable plaid shirt and normal dark blue jeans. Her glasses were slightly tinted, and were barely big enough to fit around her head. A pencil sat on top of her head, which complimented her notepad.

"Hello. My name is Humphrey. I'm your 8 o'clock" I said to the woman as she seemed to be lost in thought as she gazed out at the sky from the gigantic window pane behind her. She slowly began to spin herself around in the chair to face me. She took a look at me and smiled a huge smile. Should I be flattered or crept out? Why was she smiling so big at me? Is that what she normally does?

"Hello Humphrey. I'm your therapist. C'mon in and take a seat." She said as she motioned me to a black leather chair that was shaped like an obtuse angle.

Well she certainly is attractive I'll give her that.

The walls were lined with several old books, newspaper clippings, and encouraging sayings. I paced around the large circalish office looking all around the area. I let my backpack once again fall into my arm, as I got closer to the chair. Now feeling the slick hoodie I wore sticking to my back, I pulled it off and stuck it in my backpack, revealing the white v-neck I wore today. Although It was still slightly see-through I figured since it was thinner, It dry quicker. I quickly readjusted my beanie and sat down on the chair, putting my backpack on the ground. I threw my legs to the side so I faced her and I wrapped my hands together and put them on my lap as I leaned forward.

Silence.

She just kept staring at me.

"So uh… How do we do this?" I asked complacently. I realized that I was still wearing my beanie, and I quickly pulled it off in a manner of respect to her. "I mean aren't you supposed to say "what's your problem?' Then I would say 'Blah Blah Blah my life is bad! Blah Blah Blah!' and then you would respond, 'Well how do you feel about that?" I asked as I smiled and awkwardly chuckled to myself.

The lady stared at me and a smile began to form on her face, and then soon a chuckle emerged.

I don't know why, but I feel like I have met this person before…

"Haha well, normally that's how that would go." She responded finally. "But, this isn't a normal session is it?" She said as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"What do you mean? I thought this was all routine for you!" I said with enthusiasm as her smile widened.

"Well Humphrey, due to your ecstatic nature, I'd say you're doing fine!" She said as she pulled the notepad from her armpit, opened it and began to write something in it. "Normally the people that come in here are worried about therapy. They don't introduce themselves, they don't crack jokes at the beginning of the session, and they tend to keep their eyes… off of the therapist…" She said as she raised her eyebrows at me as her pencil stopped.

It was then I realized that I had kept my eyes on this lady ever since I came inside of the office.

Oh nice going genius! I thought to myself as I tried to come up with a good enough reason to why I was staring at her.

"Oh I'm sorry; it's a habit. I keep trying to tell my eyes to not stare at beautiful things!" I replied as I chuckled. Bingo…

She began to blush.

"And they don't try to flirt with their therapists either!" She said as she laughed. "I bet our admittance lady was trying to get your number?" she questioned me.

"Well she told me I was handsome and tried to convince me to get a new wallet." I said with a chuckle.

"Haha! Of course she would!" She said as she began to laugh.

"But it doesn't matter does it?" I asked her.

Her laughter was starting to die down as she questioned. "What do you mean?"

"Well when I signed up, I distinctly remember putting my phone number on the application. Meaning when she was on her computer she saw it and is probably entering it in her phone as we speak." I said with a smile.

"Impressive, you have a pretty good memory! That will do us some good when we begin. If we begin!" She replied happily. "What makes you think that she wants to date you?" She questioned again.

"Well I practically had to steal my wallet back!" I said with a laugh.

"She wouldn't give you back your wallet?" She asked shocked.

"Yeah can you believe it?" I said smiling. Showing my teeth.

"No way! That's so rude!" She answered.

"I know right!" I commented. It felt… Weird. It was like I was with a really great friend! Not a therapist! If it's a different approach, then wow is it working.

"I can tell by your looks, charisma, and your flirtiness that you are probably married, or in a relationship." She said as she raised her eyebrows again.

"Flirtiness?" I asked, as I acted shocked." Is that a real word?" I quizzically asked her as I rested my head on my clenched fist and my elbow on my thigh, completing my "Thinker" look.

She chuckled, "It could be!" She replied with a smile. "Answer the question please."

"Well to be honest Doc, I've never had a successful relationship." I said as I leaned back into the chair, and put my hands behind my head.

"Why is that? I assumed that because of your optimism girls would be all over you Humphrey." She said as she began to chew the soft pink eraser in her mouth.

"Well… Assumptions can bite mam. A lot of people have assumed that I would end up doing something, but in the end they were wrong." I said to her as I turned my head to look at her.

"So people have expected a lot out of you?" She asked as she began to write in her notebook.

"What did I ever see in you?"

"I guess you could say that…" I gloomily responded.

"Well before we get started, let's learn about you Humphrey. Where are you from, what's your full name? Yadayadayada…"

"Well as you know my name is Humphrey Fenix, and I'm single." I said as I chuckled, and got a smile out of her. "I'm 23 years old. My parents have passed away. My dad, when I was very young, and my mom just recently. I love comics, my instruments, movies, skateboarding, internet, you know the usual. I'm from Chicago, but I moved to California later in life. Um..." Might as well get it out there... "This next part is a little hard to explain."

"Then just try your best." She said considerately.

"Okay..." I calmed myself... Then like a bullet, I winced, and slowly formed my next sentence,"I had open heart surgery at a very young age because I had a hole in my upper atrium."

"How old?" She inquired, not fazed at all.

"About 3 years." I answered.

"Any long term side effects?" She asked me as she continued to scribble in her notebook.

"Well besides a healthy diet, and constantly watching my blood pressure and cholesterol, I experience shortness of breath, which occasionally leads me to blackout."

"Then why do you skateboard?" She asked me.

"I don't know... I just don't want to live my life knowing that I can't do what other people can." I replied wanting to change the subject. "I work at Steele corporations, the biggest technology corporation-"

"Who doesn't know about Steele Humphrey?" She said as she lightheartedly laughed. "Now please go on!"

"Okay, well uh, I'd like to say that I had a hell of a life…"

"Well then, would you like to share?"

"Actually Doc that's why I'm here!" I teased her. "It's kinda hard to keep it all bottled up you know?"

"I understand Humphrey, I'm a therapist. It's kinda my job to listen to people's stories you know?" She smiled, as she mocked me. "Well then if you're ready to get this show on the road, then go ahead!"

"Where do I start?" I asked her.

"Try to start at the very beginning and go from there." She replied.

"Alright then, the very beginning eh?"

Hello everybody! Stoned Monkey here for another story! When I wrote, The Wolf without Love, I noticed that many of you wanted me to make a full story. So here I am. This story may be slow in the beginning, but I guarantee it will be way more intense later on in the story.

Besides The Wolf Without Love, which I strongly suggest you read as I am the author and I'm shamefully condoning myself... I'd say this will be one of my stronger pieces of writing.

I wasn't going to upload this until a later date, when I had at least chapter 3 written, but I've been inactive on this site in general for such a long time, that I figured I should post this and see how you guys would like a full story.

Anyways thanks for reading, and reviewing (If you choose to do) and I hope you enjoy this story! Have a Wonderful Day.