No More Lonely Days, Second Edition
By FireFox9765
PROLOGUE
It was early. Probably it was seven or eight o'clock in the morning. The light of the morning sun came in through my window, bathing the wall in a beautiful orange-like color while the big black silhouettes of the trees and the light poles outside projected themselves on it. I yawned and lazily scratched the back of my head. For some weird reason, I couldn't remember any of the events that had happened the previous day. It almost felt as if my memory had been wiped clean. I decided to ignore that feeling as I pulled the bed sheets aside so that I could start my day. However, something unusual caught my attention. There, on my bedside table, lay a metallic silver box. I reached for it anxiously, wondering what was in the box but the most important thing I wanted to find out was how that thing had got there. When I finally got my hands on it, I carried it and set it on the desk I used to do my homework. Even though it looked heavy, it felt just as if I were carrying a pillow. I stood in front of the brown desk observing the lid of the box. It didn't have any kind of locks so I carefully lifted the lid. When the box was finally open I grabbed a chair that was in one of my room's corners and sat on it right in front of the desk so that I could take a look at the stuff inside the box in a more comfortable position.
Then I began pulling things out of the shiny box. I found common-looking items such as several pieces of clothing made out of some dark-colored fabric, some sort of remote that had a couple buttons which seemed to lock and unlock a car, a weird-looking handgun, and a letter. I looked at the little envelope for a minute or two before ripping it open with my shaky hands. I read the name of the person who had written it and suddenly, I remembered…
You must be asking yourselves who I am. My name is Eric Gallow MartĂnez and this is my story. I live in the town of Fairport. Well, I think it is more of a mix between a city and a town. It has a rather small urban area with tall skyscrapers and colorful neon lights, but it's largely surrounded by multiple peaceful suburban areas where fancy houses are built here and there. I'm 19 years old and I'm a high school senior. I know that someone with that age should already be in college but unfortunately, some health issues held me back a year when I was a child.
No, I've never been involved in a romantic relationship with a girl although I've hung out with a couple of female friends from time to time. When I'm at school I usually spend my lunch breaks with my friends. Their names are Nick and Laura. We've known each other for a few years now and we're always happy when we're together.
This might seem like a good life but everything, including my life, has a dark and depressing side. You see, I'm always picked on at school. I am forced to endure the daily mocking and the insults from people who don't know me, especially from Calvin Garrett and his gang. You can bet your ass that messing with me is their favorite hobby. The saddest part is that I live in a house that is three stories high, on my own. Inexplicably, my parents and my 24-year old brother left me one day at home and they never came back. Even though I'm not 21 yet, I've been able to handle myself and my money.
I must admit that the last few months have been pretty tough and unforgiving but still, the change I went through on a rainy afternoon turned me into someone better both on the inside and the outside. I can assure you that what I lived is something that you will only get to see in a movie or in your craziest dreams. I don't care if that change threatened to end my life. I'm just thankful it helped me discover what I'm capable of and what my purpose in this universe is.
I am Eric Gallow Martinez and this, is my adventure.
Hi, FireFox9765 here. I had already submitted a story with the same name but it was pretty bad so I decided to completely rewrite it . I hope you guys will enjoy the rest. Don't forget to leave your review! See ya!
Updated on 10/05/2016: Minor fixes