Author's (pretty long) note: All right, so technically, I came up with a new story to do and I'm still working on my other ones but I just need to get some inspiration somehow and it's getting there; so I'll update my current project here and there, but as of right now, I have a new story idea I'm willing to give a try. I want to say it's a cross between Supernatural and Charmed series, well the idea technically, but I didn't really know what to put since doesn't really have a category for miscellaneous writings….well they probably do, I'm just blind to it, buuuut this story, I'm just giving it a go and experiment with it. I'll mostly likely be updating this story on my tumblr (.com) most of the time but it might be an on and off project for me since college is coming up! Sigh. I hate life T_T but we all must grow up sadly and so I hope everyone is doing well! Anyways enjoy this story and I'll update whenever I can! Thank you! Love!
Introduction to Maria Artemis:
This is the story of Mari. Mari's name is French, it is not American…okay, it may be American but in her mind, it is not American, it is French like Marie Curie if anybody remembers or knows who that is, if you don't look it up on Wikipedia. Mari does not like her name pronounced as "Mar-ee". It makes her cringe every time someone says it that way. It's like nails scratching on a chalkboard. Your eyes twitch as every last streaking nail is scratching upon the chalky black board, piercing your every nerves of disgruntle and torture. So Mari. Her name is Mari. She will not say her last name for legal purposes. You ask "What legal purposes?" Well, there is none. Don't argue.
Mari lives a normal life. A typical normal life. She has a family, one mom, one dad, one sister and multiple relatives with many whom she has never seen in her life. She has friends. The typical cool friends, happy friends, emo friends, drama causing friends, dick friends, lovable friends, nice friends, douche bag friends, idiot friends, the friends who looove getting high and getting drunk on several occasions but Mari doesn't hang out with those people she only knows those people through Facebook friends. You know, those ways where one friend has a mutual friend and the random friend adds you on Facebook even though you've never met before. So she's normal. Mari is normal. Besides the fact that she has this really really close friend who lives in her mind and she sees on a daily basis. His name is Jason.
Jason can only be seen by Mari. Jason appears when he wants to appear. Jason is not imaginary. Mari is not schizophrenic. Mari is not crazy. Jason is just…there. Jason has been there since freshman year of high school for Mari. He is Mari's conscience she likes to say. He gives good advice, gives her confidence, assurance, says things that Mari wants to hear as do everyone. He comforts her when she's crying or depressed. He cheers her up when she feels that the weight of the world is too much of a burden and her life should be ended. He argues with her some times for his own amusement. He leaves her sometimes to go off somewhere or to masturbate he is a boy after all in the age of 18. He is the spark to her life. No, there is no romance story between Mari and Jason. Only the corny thing called friendship.
Mari thinks she thinks too much. There's nothing wrong with thinking, is there? Humans are rational. Humans like to eat. Humans like to talk nonstop. Humans like to punch and fight. Humans like to have sex. Humans are humans. People like Mari like to think. Why? A lot of people would say "thinking is such a damn stupid idea and are for idiots!" Well, my good friends, if you don't like to think then why in the hell are you reading this, huh? Huh? Answer me that asshole! Ha! Though so! Anyways, Mari likes to think because thinking distracts her. It distracts her from the many things in life that bother regular people like work, drama, love, hate, basically all the different subjects that apply to life. If she thinks, she's distracted, and she finds an answer that is connected to a web of conclusions. Mari says she's normal but in actuality, she's abnormal. She wants to live a life where fantasy crosses reality. She believes in it, in her mind, but she doesn't believe that it exist. All the stories she has read, all the things she has made up in her mind, they aren't real, but sometimes Mari wishes they were. It would make her life better. Wouldn't it?