Godspeed
Based on the Kurt Cobain graphic.
By Krist
Chapter 1 – The Introduction.
You may not know me all that well. My name is Ronald Stoppable, but I prefer just Ron. Growing up I was a happy child, with kind and generous parents, who were always there for me when I needed them the most, and would tuck me in at night when it was my bedtime. I usually only spend around three hours sleeping… the rest I sped dreaming… dreaming of riding my three-wheeler down a hot and sunny Middleton summer day, dreaming of travelling the world helping people and dreaming of becoming a world famous rock star. Yes, I was quite the dreamer back in the day. My first day of kindergarten changed everything. I was no longer the happy kid that I once was. I was isolated from every social group. I was alone and afraid… afraid that I would never be happy again. During that day, I met a special girl. Her name? Kim Possible. Yeah, I know, strange name, but she was special. She stayed my friend whilst growing up.
It wasn't till I was a pre-teen that I discovered how much of a great friend she really was. I spent everyday with her, except for the days she went on holiday, I spent those days dreaming. Our whole lives were turned around when she made her website. We got a major hit, requiring Kim to put her life into danger to save two rich men. Of course, Kim did it in a flash. Kim can do anything. That day I learnt it. That day I'll remember forever. It was the same day I got my beloved pet, Rufus. A naked mole-rat… my best bud. I started realising… my dream was being lived. We became a duo, a team that would save the world repeatedly from demented villains and the like.
Growing up I was never a popular person. It was always Kim who had the activities to go to; cheer practice, community service… she was amazing. I used to spend my days walking through the halls, allowing the shadows in the corridors to throw their litter at me, and talk about me behind my back. I tried to ignore it, and eventually I could with help from Rufus. Though these times were never "fun", Kim was always there for me, and that's all that mattered.
As we aged, we started doing more things together. We started seeing movies regularly at the local multi-plex, we had regular outings to Bueno Nacho; my all-time favourite eatery. Everything seemed to be going right for once. With Rufus and Kim at my side, nothing could stop me… that's what I thought… that's what I dreamt…
Oh, how wrong I was.
The prom: the social event of the year, the end of an era. The person you went with made a statement. This was all happening behind my back whilst I was dreaming. I had no idea what I had got myself into. I let Kim out of my grasp. She had found another guy. Taller. Stronger. Better looking. It was this point in my life the white noise started. It's easy to do drugs when you're sixteen. At this age, drugs are cool: you can't escape that. You think they make you look cool… and they sure as hell make you feel cool. But you have to survive to be cool, and you've got to be cool. The drugs amplified the voices in my head, they started to eat away at my skull. My thoughts were haunted by continual voices: "Look at what you've done. How could you let this happen? It's not too late! Why don't you kiss her?"
It was almost unbearable. Almost uncontrollable. Luckily, I had Rufus. He helped me through the dark, allowed me to see the light that was the truth. Tell her how you feel. It was so obvious, yet the voices almost made me miss it.
It was the night of the prom, and I was getting ready. The voices returned to me. "What are you doing?" They haunted me, hurt me, helped me. "What if she says no? What if she wants Erik". The voices had won the battle. I gave up, I decided to not go. To not tell her how I felt. I let the white noise plague my head. Let it rot through me whilst I rode to Bueno Nacho, all the while ignoring Rufus.
Isn't it funny when the unexpected happens when you expect it?
I thought so too.
Drakken's plot had wound up leaving me racing towards the prom, in hopes to find Kim. My saviour. My heart and soul. Only she could save me now… and not just from the killer diablos chasing my bike, but from the voices that consumed my thoughts.
The voices that would not leave me alone.
Arriving at the prom, Kim was the only one to believe my story. She's the only one who understands. Together again it felt so good, I could almost feel the voices melting from my head. At least I thought that's what it was, it could have been the ceiling crumbling on top of me as Kim fought the now giant diablos.
The next thing I knew we were racing off to save Erik. The voices returned. "You don't have to do this. Let him die, then she can be yours". I struggled to ignore the disturbing thoughts and focused on Kim. My one and only; fighting Shego on the platform above my head. A loud kick and Shego was out of the fight. I saw Erik, the bastard, he was up there, hugging my girl. I rushed up there, hoping to knock him out, to discover that he had already done that to Kim. My Kim. Unconscious in his arms. I felt my mind explode with rage. I charged towards him but was stopped by that bitch.
I wish I was on drugs that day… it wouldn't have been so painful.
Little did I know that this day actually turned out to be the best day of my life. After the whole Drakken fiasco we returned to the prom, and for some reason, the fuckers were cheering for us. Well, that's what they wanted me to think. They were actually cheering for Kim, they wanted her to get laid. We shared an intimate moment on the dance floor, a kiss that I will always remember. No matter how many drugs I take, or how many voices control my head. I will always remember that kiss. Kim: my soul, my life, my heart.