Please don't be angry, I know I should've finished my other stories before starting something new, but the calling was there. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this one, I managed to keep the Goth out of it this time, but now there's some slight macabre. R&R as some of like to say...
-A.C. Lucius
It's always the same. It's always so terrifyingly vivid. I always see myself walking down the stairs to the boys' locker room at school. I watch as my feet move downward step after step, my eyes remain trained on the ground the whole time. Once I reach the bottom, I see the patterns of the linoleum tiled floor moving past me as I continue toward my destination. Then the sickening feeling in my pit of my stomach. Like that feeling you get when you drop suddenly and the fall startles you. This feeling is a thousand times worse.
I stopped abruptly at the threshold of the locker room, my eyes widened. I could feel my heart accelerating as I took in the sight of blood on the floor. Suddenly, the scenery rushes by me as I quickly follow the trail of blood to its source. It will always stand in history as the single most terrifying moment in my entire life. I don't need to exaggerate, it really is and nothing will ever make me forget.
The trail of blood lead to one of the changing stalls of the boys' locker room. It was a mess, there was blood spattered everywhere. My eyes landed on the body laying in a naked bloody heap on the floor.
Kevin… Oh God, Kevin! Not Kevin!
I screamed. Tears rolled down my cheeks hot and fast. I dropped to my knees next to my dead friend, cradled him in my arms and cried. I started screaming in between straggled sobs as I continued to cradle him.
"HELP! SOMEONE PLEASE HELP!"
I woke with a start and sat up quickly in bed. Breathing heavily, I could still hear my screams echoing in my head. Goddamn it, I hate that dream. What could've possibly happened to trigger it? I haven't even thought about Kevin in the longest time, why the fuck would I start dreaming about him now?
Looking at the clock on my nightstand, I realized it was five o' clock. It was a whole half hour before I needed to be up and I knew I wasn't going back to sleep anytime soon. I threw off my bed sheets and made my way to the bathroom. I closed my eyes for a brief moment as I splashed cold water on my face and I could still see it. I started violently and looked up at the mirror. The gory scene faded as my reflection came into view. My face was dripping wet and my mouth was slightly agape as I panted.
"Get it together, Clyde!" I reprimanded myself angrily, "That was three years ago, you're a big boy now or do you want to be forever known as the crying little fag?"
After giving myself the angry pep talk, I hurriedly finished getting ready and made my way to the kitchen.
I was startled to find my mom sitting at the kitchen table, I didn't know anyone else was up yet. My mom just sat there in her bath robe sipping at a cup of coffee as she read the newspaper. She looked at me from her seat at the table as she noticed me digging through the refrigerator.
"Clyde honey?" she said.
I perked up from my place behind the refrigerator door and turned to look at her.
"Yeah mom?" I replied.
"Is everything okay?" she asked concernedly and placed the newspaper down on the table.
"Yeah," I lied dragging out the word, "Why?"
"Well it's just that you're up awful early today, and just a few moments ago I heard you talking to yourself in the bathroom…"
I suddenly felt my eyes stinging with unshed tears. Goddamn it mom…
"Look, it's nothing," I said as I once again began to preoccupy myself with the refrigerator, "I just had that weird dream again…"
"Oh, sweetie!"
"Mom, don't. Please, I don't want to talk about it."
"Oh, alright." she sighed slowly picking up the newspaper, "But you do know that I'm here if you want to talk, right?"
I sighed. "Right…"
It goes without saying that I made it to school early today. I'll be the first to say that I'm not the most punctual person there is, so this came as surprise to my friends. Weariness suddenly set in as I trudged to my locker and opened it. I was barely aware of Craig, Token, and Tweek fixing their incredulous stares on me. You'd have thought I grew a second head with the way they were staring at me.
"Who are you and what have you done with Clyde?" Tweek demanded.
"What?" I asked, mildly confused.
"Ah hah!" he shouted triumphantly and pointed an accusing finger at me, "I knew it, you're an alien who abducted Clyde and changed your form to switch places with him!" Sometimes I wonder about how Tweek acquired such a creative imagination.
"Wrong on so many accounts." I tell him bluntly.
"Okay then Clyde,"- he made air quotes with his hands- "then how do you explain-"
"I'm not a fucking alien, Tweek! And if I was, why would I tell you?"
My quirky caffeine addicted friend looked thoughtful as he tried to come up with a retort. While he was busy trying to concoct a conspiracy theory, Craig decided to cut in with his ever tactful diplomacy.
"Today must be a cold day in Hell if you're actually on time for a change." Craig deadpanned.
"What are you, my mother?" I shot at him.
Of course he had to reply by flipping me off, that's just Craig for you.
"Is that my cue to yield to the awesome power of your middle finger and bend over?"
I walked away from him before he could reply. It was the same old shit as always, but today I wasn't in the mood to put up with any of it. Token caught up with me as I made my way towards our homeroom. Token's cool, he knows when to back off and quit pissing around. He just seems to know when I'm being my usual whiny self and when something's actually wrong, he's my best buddy.
"Hey man," said Token as he put his arm around me, "you alright?"
Why is it that every time someone asks me that I get the sudden urge to burst into tears? I managed not to cry though as my eyes started to sting again. Token was just as concerned as my mom, which I do appreciate, but I didn't want to get all sentimental in front the entire school. I just returned his gesture with a quick bro hug and walked on ahead of him into the classroom.
Before I knew it, it was lunch time and my mood had improved considerably. Having woken up early today, I had time to prepare myself a hot breakfast and make tacos to put in my lunch bag for later. I was really looking forward to it, tacos always put me in a good mood.
I took my seat at the lunch table between Token and Tweek and started chowing down my tacos. Oh my gosh! Talk about a spirit lifter, nothing beats the meaty and savory taste of a taco. And there it was again, my friends were staring at me with that "oh my gosh, Clyde just grew a second head!" look. I paused in mid-bite and looked to my left and my right at the two of them.
"What?" I asked through a mouth full of taco.
"Clyde!" Tweek exclaimed, "You're back! So did the aliens take you to their mother ship?"
"What are you talking about?"
"Oh no! The aliens erased your memory!"
"Right…" I answered somewhat weirded out. Seriously, sometimes I worry about him. I leaned towards Token and muttered, "Is he on some new medication?"
Token laughed and replied, "I think he's just happy to see you back to normal."
"Well!" said Craig appearing out of nowhere and setting down his lunch tray, "Looks like the King Bitch finally got over his man period."
I took another bite of my taco, making sure to make a loud crunching noise as I did so, and retorted in between chewing, "What was that, Craig? You need to speak up, I can't hear you over my taco."
He flipped me off, how Craig-like of him.
Having achieved a sense of normalcy, and being in higher spirits after putting my lunch happily away in my stomach, I made my way back to my locker. I was in the middle of switching out books to prepare for study hall when a feminine voice caught me off guard.
"Hey Clyde." the voice said seductively (at least I'd like to think so).
I turned to face the source of this sexy voice. I was not disappointed. The girl standing next to me was this beautiful raven haired Asian chick. I mean, wow! She was a knock out! Her hair just tumbled down her shoulders in dark shiny waves, and she had dappled freckles across the bridge of her nose and the apples of her cheeks. She kind of reminded me of Lucy Lui she was that hot.
"How do you know my name?" I asked (I'm not very tactful when talking to girls) as I ogled her body. She had a really nice body too, and she was showing it off with this semi see-through powder blue slip dress. It was like-and I shit you not!-she was putting on a show just for me. She had her hands on her hips and she curved her body in a way that she knew was sexy.
She giggled tinklingly (once again: HOT!) and said, "Everyone knows who you are, Clyde. You're on the football team."
I had to swallow a lump in my throat and give a little cough before I replied, "Well, I don't know who you are. Can you tell me your name?" Smooth Donovan, real smooth; now she's going to think you're a douche.
"You can call me M.O.D." she bit her lip bashfully, "I love a man in a letterman jacket."
"Well, Maude, I love a woman with good taste."
Maude gave another sexy little giggle and moved closer to me. All my thoughts literally went south as an uncomfortable bulge formed in the front of my pants. She wrapped her arms around my waist and gave my ass a quick little caress before she pulled away and said, "We should totally hang out some time, see you around…"
With that, she turned and walked away blowing a kiss at me as she left.
"Yeah, later…" I said waving feebly.
Once Maude had left, I turned my attention back to rifling through my locker. I was five minutes late for study hall and needed to hurry. I quickly did a last minute check to make sure I had everything.
Homework? Check. Notebooks? Check. Pencils? Check. MP3 Player? Hey, where's my MP3 Player?
Panic stricken, I quickly started turning my locker inside out searching for my MP3 Player. I checked my backpack, every last inch of my locker, and my pockets. Nothing. It was gone… I wanted to cry, suddenly my bad start to the day made perfect sense. It was an omen, a bad one. If it were just any old MP3 Player I wouldn't have cared, but this one was special. It was an I Pod with an R2 D2 decal on it, it use to belong to Kevin. A special keepsake from a lost friend.
I checked my pockets once more, this time checking my back pockets as well. I felt a folded up piece of paper in my right back pocket and took it out to look at it. It was a note:
Hey Clyde,
No hard feelings, I really do think you're hot. If you want your MP3 Player back, meet me at Sizzler's at 7PM. I'll be wearing a red dress.
XOXO,
M.O.D.
THAT FUCKING CUNT MADE OFF WITH MY MP3 PLAYER!
