The Mind

Hey everybody! So, I've noticed that not all of you liked reading Afterbirth as much as I liked writing it. I'm sorry if you didn't like it and for those of you who think it is or will be a Mary Sue story, it won't, that's just how I started it off so please, once I publish chapter 2, I encourage you to read and review. If you don't like the story in general, don't read it, it's as simple as that. But, please, I need feedback. I would love to have some more reviews rolling in. I love hearing your guys' thoughts; it keeps me motivated even through my episodes of writer's block. Tell me what you think about my work and about what I can change if something needs to be. I will try my hardest to do so. Now, without further adieu, I present to you, The Mind!

Resentfulness

"Courage doesn't mean you don't get afraid. Courage means you don't let fear stop you."

~Bethany Hamilton.

"AAAAAGGHHH!"

His torso shot upwards with the speed of a fired bullet as he sat up in bed, a cold sweat trickling down his face. Wide, cool grey eyes stared forward at the forest green wallpaper that coated the small apartment and he ran a hand through his spiky scarlet hair, parting his bangs a bit so that he could see better. After slowing his sudden acceleration in breath, he laid back down in his previous position, his hyperventilating already having ceased before his head hit the pillow.

"Arara… Why did you scream so loudly?"

…huh?"

He turned his head sideways and looked beside him, his eyes trailing from the long, slender porcelain legs wrapped around his waist to the beautifully sculpted hips leveled with his own and up to the bountiful mounds with which his arm was trapped between. Unbelievingly, he asked a question. Not a normal question one would ask someone they just met, but a question nonetheless. Then, his mouth formed the words. "Why are you naked?" Bright sea blue eyes looked up at him lovingly, a smile plucking at the corners of her glossy pink lips. Her long eyelashes batted seductively as she shifted over him, her hips straddling his. He almost drooled when she let his eyes travel. Long slender arms and legs were the last his mind attended to when she spread her arms, allowing him view of her ample chest. Perfectly, natural and perky breasts that seemed to have been bigger than each of his hands bounced slightly, swaying as the blonde girl above him giggled at his awestruck expression.

"You must like what you see, huh?", the girl, as bare as the day she'd been born, asked him.

"Well, yeah.", he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world and, for what it was worth, it might as well have been. "But, you didn't answer my question. Why are you naked? And in bed with me?" She giggled again and it took nearly all of his strength to stay focused and avert his gaze from her jiggling breasts. She laid down on him, her breasts smushing against his chest and just when he thought he was focused he felt her soft nipples pushing onto him as she grinded against him, arousing his senses and giving life to his erection. In that moment, all he could think about was her and her seductive eyes and her generous breasts and how he wanted to ravage her supple body and just flip her over right now and oh my god! Snap out of it! Her angelic laugh rang in his ears again as she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a long, sensual kiss, twirling her soft tongue around the inside of his mouth in just the right way that when she pulled away, she left him breathless.

"Woah.", he said, catching his breath. "Not that I didn't like it, but, what was that for?"

She smiled at him with those pretty pink lips again and finally answered him. "That was for showing me such a good time last night, Na-ka-ru-kun." All bodily functions detonated with about ten tons of C4 when she uttered those words. He babbled incoherently as she laid her head on his chest, awaiting his brain to restart. "If you really don't remember", he shut up immediately as he looked down at her short blonde hair, listening intently. "I'm Catherine and we met at the bar last night. We had a couple of drinks and then we came back here. I'm sure you can tell the rest." He looked up at the ceiling of the small apartment contemplatively, running through his mind, trying to think. "You really don't remember?" Catherine looked up at him with those childlike cerulean eyes, begging the question to him like a kicked puppy. "Well, now that I think about…", he scratched his cheek for recompense, looking off to the side all the while. "I guess I do remember some of it."

He lied.

None of this made any sense, whatsoever. He woke up from a dream that was so realistic that he almost shit himself. He found himself in this strange apartment room with this girl named Catherine who seemed to have either been very taken with him or was very horny. But, he didn't remember the previous story behind any of it! To be honest, his name was a little fuzzy in his mind, too until she had said it. "Listen.", his attention crawled to her once more as she sat up and leaned over him. "I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I don't just… sleep around. I came here, because I like you." Okay, taken it was. "So…", she began. "How do you feel about me…?"

She stared at him intensely, awaiting an answer.

"Oh… umm… well, you're really beautiful, and…" She smiled at him and laid her head on his chest, cutting him off indefinitely. They laid there in silence for a couple of minutes with her arms around his neck and his hands on her hips.

"AAAAAHHH!"

She all but jumped off of him in an instant, immediately searching for her clothes, leaving him lying on the bed with popped ears and a surprised expression. "I'm sorry! But, I have to go! I have a… uh… a dentist appointment!" He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, just now taking note that he was just as naked as Catherine if it weren't for the pair of black boxers he wore. She dressed herself quickly, pulling her bra and panties on before donning her red and white dress. She suddenly slowed and walked over to him, sitting on his lap, straddling him once more. "I know you may be unsure about your feelings for me, so why don't we clear the haze? I'll meet you at the bar again tonight, okay?" She kissed his cheek and ran to the door, shouting the schedule at him again before departing. "The Stray Sheep at the same time last night, okay? Don't forget!" The door slammed behind her.

'Wait… what do you mean, same time?!'

(Stray Sheep)

Nakaru could now say from experience that sitting in a bar all day long by yourself is boring. So boring in fact that the amnesiac redhead had almost tried to deathly intoxicate himself to rid him of the tiresome mood. He had jumped from table to table to the bar and back to a booth with his lonesome self. His fellow redhead-the waitress, Erica-had taken his orders kindly all day after the "Boss" as he was called had decided to pay for his drinks today. Only, he'd suddenly found himself having trouble getting even the least bit drunk. Until around nine when he had an idea while sitting at the bar.

"Hey.", he caught Boss' attention when he finished his whiskey. "Could I possibly get every hard liquor you have, mixed together? Straight up." The sunglasses wearing bartender smile lightly and went to work on the drink, popping back up before him almost in an instant. Then he placed a small glass half-filled with a strangely bright cerulean liquid. "Enjoy.", then he turned and when back to cleaning the glasses. Nakaru looked down at it tentatively, watching as it bubbled slightly. Yolo, right? He picked the glass up off the counter and drank its entirety in one gulp. He felt even more sober than before. "Goddamni- woah!" Contrary to his previous state, he felt drinker than a sailor now that the alcohol had finally reached his stomach. The reality he knew suddenly warped, the walls and ceiling of the bar contorting and splitting apart as if the wooden planks were thousands of years old.

Then, it suddenly stopped. The end of his trip had ended so abruptly that he found himself flat footed; wide-eyed with a loose jaw. He shut his partially opened mouth and blinked. Once, twice, thrice. Boss smiled at him as Nakaru shook his head, his previous problem returning. And then he was sober again. "Wow! What was that?!" The man pushed up his sunglasses and replied. "Exactly what you asked." He looked up at the ceiling, contemplatively. Then he brought his head down with a fierce grin on his face.

"Get me another."

Just as another drink clattered atop the counter before him, the sound of heels clacking against the floorboards reached his ears. He looked over and saw a familiar head of blonde hair and smiled as Catherine walked over to him. Making her way over to him, he let his eyes travel across her body, carefully taking notice of all of her beautifully perfect curves barely concealed underneath her lingerie-like white dress. She sat beside him at the bar and kissed him on the cheek, laying her head happily on his shoulder as Boss set a margarita in front of her. The rest was a blur after that. That night, he slept, his unconscious mind automatically prepping itself for another nightmare.

All the while, he was completely unaware that someone next door was having the same nightmare.