If I had to honestly tell someone how my life is: I'd say It is pretty damn good. Other people probably look at me and think I'm wasting my life, but I don't think so. Besides, what do they do with their lives, and is it any better? Pretty much nothing, so they should stop trying to judge my choices for once. A job in the IT field that lets me work from home—most of the time—isn't that bad of a job at all. I got the job right after graduating from college. And It is an easy enough job, especially because of the place I work at. My company's owner doesn't understand much about technology, so he hired an astronomical amount of IT technicians compared to the amount of the other workers. But, hell, I don't mind at all. It hasn't caused the company to go under, yet, plus the work is incredibly easy now. In fact, I work about two hours a day. For the fourteen hours of my day not spent working or sleeping, I play games, eat, that kind of stuff. It is just a relaxing way to spend time.
How many games do I play? Well, most of them: Faster than Light, Titan Quest, Risk of Rain, Spelunky, Deus Ex, etc. I mainly play on my computer, now. Back in the day, my family only had a work computer. So, I had to stick to the Game Boy, SNES, N64, and my Playstation. The first game I really got hooked on was Pokémon, but which one was it? I think it was Red. I don't remember. But, then again, that was a long time ago, and so many things have changed since those times. Is Pokémon still relevant today? I am not sure, considering I am never in close proximity to small children. That was my own decision. Generally speaking, I have a fond dislike for the little shits. People use to continuously tell me that I was one at some point in my life, but I don't give a damn. I highly doubt I was that annoying.
As I stepped out on the concrete of the sidewalk, the wind whipped furiously against the walls of the bus. It also cut through me easily, as I could feel the ice shards driving into my face. It is interesting to see how much can be thought about on a five minute bus ride. As the bus drove on again, I began leisurely walking down the path. Going into work today was not my idea, especially since I was only there for half an hour. Some people had decided to skip out on work that day, and I was the only reliable technician that was actually on call. So, I have to come in and waste part of my day because a bunch of fuck-faces decide to skip work. I know it is the same group that does it each time, and I tell my boss to do something about it, but he never does. "Oh, it doesn't matter that much." Well, not to him, I guess. But it matters to me. Especially if the problem is so remotely stupid that I only spend five minutes fixing it. I was there for a total of thirty minutes, so the rest of that time was spent talking to Karen.
Karen had been one of my closest friends since I began working here two years ago. She was a little bit shorter than me, with light brown hair and emerald eyes. I guess she was beautiful, judging by what others said. Some of the other guys went on and on about how she's completely into me, but I never noticed it until they mentioned it to me. But, for some reason, I was never really interested. Everyone tells me It is a waste of my good looks, but I don't mind being single. In fact, I'm perfectly happy as I am.
When I was younger, all the adults pounded the idea that marriage was a necessity into the back of my mind. But, at the age of fourteen, I decided that marriage was for morons. Why should I spend my entire life looking for someone to be tied down to with close to no freedom? It did not seem like an ideal life by my standards. So, I will just spend the life given to me being single. When I told my mom that I didn't want to go and get married she looked shocked. "Honey, don't you want to have children?" No, I did not. Children already annoyed me at the age of fourteen, and that problem only got worst with age.
Eventually, I found myself at my front door. I always like my front door. It was deep pine in color, and it was a smooth as can be. Instinctively, I reached in my pocket for the keys. They fumbled in my hand as I tried to grasp the correct one. After unlocking the door, I couldn't make it budge. It was stuck, as usual. The frame of the door was slightly too small, making it incredibly hard to open and close from time to time. This was the only downside to my house. One slam of my shoulder into the door always seemed to do the trick. I placed my keys on the hook mounted right next to the entrance. My actual house looked like someone normal lived here. There was a good balance of light seeping in from the windows. My kitchen was fit for a family of five people, even containing a middle countertop. I placed my coat on a hanger and walked to the refrigerator. Upon opening, I thought to myself about what I could eat. Eventually, I decided on spaghetti.
When I was a child, I never knew how to do anything. The best I could do for myself was make a sandwich. Now that I think about it, I have changed a lot. When I left home at the age of 18, my mother did everything for me. She cooked, cleaned, did the laundry, and organized. I do all of that by myself now. Every once in a while, when my mother comes over, she would tell me that my skills as a chef are phenomenal, and sometimes she would hint that they are superior to hers. "Not bad," I would tell myself. "Not bad indeed."
After eating, I put away everything and sat down on my couch. Having a full stomach makes me a sleepy man. As I yawned, I looked around at the paintings on the walls. It is hard to believe any of them were by me. Well, the "me in high school" was a lot different than the "me of today". I used to be artistic: painting, French horn, writing, etc. Over time, those things got away from me. Every once in a while, I would try to paint again. The problem was there was nothing I saw worth painting.
When I was in high school, I was so enthusiastic and full of life. My week was filled to the brim with events. Every Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday I had either marching or concert band practice (all depending on the time of the year). I had lessons for French horn after school on Wednesdays and Fridays. Wednesdays also became booked with bowling and Gymnastics right after Bowling let out. Each Friday night during football season was dedicated to performing with the marching band. Life seemed so promising to me. Now, I just let myself waste away. Whatever happened to me over the course of life? I was not sure, but, at the same time, I did not care. I believed that I was genuinely happy.
I forced myself to get up and go play something. So I walked downstairs into my basement. It was my sanctuary in a way or two. All of my games were down here. The walls were lined with posters of most of the games from my childhood. In the corner of the room opposite to my gaming station was a fairly large desk. It was where I used to paint. I also made sculptures there every once in a while. I rarely used that desk anymore, I just do not have the heart to get rid of it.
I powered on my PC and began playing some games. But the weirdest thing possible happened. Rather than it just normally booting up like usual, as soon as the main screen came up, a pop-up ad appeared. I hadn't downloading been downloading any illegal stuff since I got my first citation almost three years ago, nor do I look at pornographic videos anymore. How in the hell did I get a virus. "All right," I told myself, "I don't have a virus. I'm only overreacting. Maybe the web browser in steam had a glitch." I moved the cursor over to the red X in the corner and pressed it. Nothing happened. That's weird. I pressed the "alt, F4" combination and still nothing happened. I opened up the task manager, and tried to end the process. There was no process there. What the hell?
I began to read the advertisement:
HAVE YOU EVER WANTED TO GO TO A WHOLE NEW WORLD?
IF SO, PRESS THE BUTTON BELOW. IT IS FREE!
Below the words was a large, blue button. I'm not pressing that button. I'll just try shutting off my computer. But no matter how hard I pressed the power button, the PC stayed on. How can my power button be broken? They never fucking break. Well, this case is relatively old. Perhaps it's time to get a new one? I looked back at the screen to see the cursor moving towards the button. I looked at the mouse, and my hand was nowhere near it. I tried to move the cursor away from it, but the mouse seemed to be broken. The computer made the distinct sound of the mouse being clicked. The button pressed down, but nothing happened, at least, not at first.
But then, sparks began flying out of my computer. I began to move towards it to see what was happening, but something began pushing me towards the now dark screen. Closer and closer I came, but I never came into contact. Instead, I went into the screen itself. Was this a dream, or something of that sort? I was not entirely sure. Eventually, I was floating in a void: a dark, vast, and empty abyss. I could see the dim lighting of my room in the shape of my rectangular screen slowly becoming smaller. Soon enough, it was out of sight. But, looking down, I saw another rectangle of light. What's going on?
It came closer and closer until I slid right through it. My body was greeted by plush clouds, which I cut through like a knife. Screams spew out of my lungs as I realized I was falling from the sky. Far below me was an island. Where the hell am I? What the fuck is going on?! As I fell farther and farther, my vision began to darken. The force on my body grew stronger and stronger. Why was I dying? Why did this happen to me? Scratch that: how did this happen to begin with?
I could still feel everything around me, although I could not see. I kept waiting for the crushing impact, but it never came. Instead, just constant darkness. There was nothing buried in the darkness of the void. It was just me, silently waiting with my thoughts. Wait. I think I can feel something touching me. What was it? Maybe I landed in the water, and the sharks are eating me. Oh joy, this is just great. Wait, I hear something. Sounds like a voice, it sounded worried. Almost panicky.
EDT: Alright! The first chapter has been modified and fine tuned.