Day 0: It's So Wonderful
"Excuse me," said a young man in his late 20's, as he sidestepped a texter in the middle of the sidewalk.
Get the hell out of my way!
If the texter could have heard what the man really thought, he probably would have looked up ever so slightly from his cell phone. As it was, the man just continued along his route, his irritation bubbling just under the surface. Because of the distraction, he didn't notice another person going the opposite way, and ended up getting bumped into.
"Oh, man, sorry!" said the pedestrian, looking back over her shoulder as she continued, obviously late for a class.
Watch where you're going, dammit!
"It's fine," mumbled the man, as if reciting a well rehearsed line in a play. "My bad."
He knew that was only partially true, but suppressed what he really wanted to say, all the same. It had become a habit of his over the years, sacrificing his true thoughts for the sake of peace and avoiding confrontation with others. He wasn't exactly a 'loner' type, but he did prefer to spend more time alone than with other people. It was simpler, that way, and even when he interacted with others he always felt fake. Moody, he began to introspect on the feelings he was experiencing, talking to no one in particular in his head.
I don't get people, really. And yet, this society expects me to do just that.
Why do they bother, anyway? Why do I bother?
Stopping at the intersection, he adjusted his backpack from under his jacket. Pushing one of his arms out through a sleeve, he pressed the button for the crosswalk as people stopped around him, making him feel just a bit claustrophobic. He felt tempted to say something, but sighed in resignation instead.
Maybe I should just stop trying so damn hard...
I mean, even if I wanted to...
It's not like I can be anything like them.
It's all an act.
Disgusted with himself, the man allowed the others around him to walk forward first as the crosswalk light changed. Lagging behind, he stepped out into the street.
I wish society would just step off, really.
But they insist, pushing all their values and beliefs on me.
I have my world, and they have theirs.
Why can't others just leave it at that?
Before he could finish his musing on this subject, something out of his peripheral vision caught his eye. Turning, he looked on in a split-second of horror just as the sound of horrible screeching sounded throughout the intersection. Then everything turned to darkness.
End of Day 0: Cold Cake, Cold Break
Author Notes: Short, I know, but this is my first story on here so keep in mind I'm new. Also this is a new idea I had so it might take some planning before I really get into it, though I'll do what I can, obviously. I just wanted to get this prologue underway first and set the tone.
