Title: The Words Make His Mind Go 'Round

So I watched "Three Stories" again, and this story kinda just "came" to me. My first Character-study.

He had heard the same words, seen the same words, be repeated over and over again. It had been screamed, whispered, even been spoken in a normal conversation tone. It had passed in silence between two eyes where words were enough or couldn't't be uttered. And the words still mocked him, decades before they were last spoken, running around in his head like a four year old on a sugar-rush.

Sitting in his office, he was now a man, an adult man reaching his fifties, drowning the words with the loud music. He had long ago started to ignore his own reasoning that he will destroy his hearing. But it was worth it, worth blocking the mantra.

His life had always been a mixture of living up to these words, but also beating them, proving them wrong. And his life became exactly that. A paradox.

One part of his life was filled with reading books, turning page after page, playing chess, play lacrosse, becoming the best at what he could. It wasn't hard for him, his eye for detail and his analytic thinking got him far. The other part of his life was spent outside, climbing a tree and jumping down just to see how high he needed to jump to break his leg or strain his foot, making the popular guy's feel like they were the losers and then stealing their girlfriends.

He never became what his father wanted though, the career he could've chosen to wipe away every word that was haunting him even as an adult.

Just one person, one single person ever heard him utter the words that were stuck in his head, and that one person failed him; in the worst way possible.

She had tried hard, too hard, to get the words out of his head, and would sometimes look at him in frustration because she couldn't help him. And the day he thought he was going to die she told him the exact same thing she'd told him million's of times before; you're worth it. According to her he was just as much worth as everyone else.

According to her.

And even though a large part of his life had been spent trying to prove his dad wrong, becoming a doctor, world famous, but somehow the things he did wrong mattered more.

The only thing that ever helped him from the words were drugs, but they were only temporary. Sometimes it became too much, when he disappointed everyone like he always expected he would, he would drink too much, or take to much vicodin so he would lay knocked out on the couch or bed.

Contray to what people thought, the reason he was always late was because his alarm clock didn't wake him anymore, couldn't wake him when he was still knocked out.

One day when no one would wait for him to bounce back, come back to them again, the day his expectations for himself would be met, that would be the last day of his life.

You're worthless Greg, are you hearing me? Worthless!