Artist block can be a bitch and I know I wrote myself in a corner for this one. I fucking hate my past self.
Oh no! This is the writer's ninth draft and he still hasn't figured out how to write the Valentine's event! At this point, he will delay it for almost a year like last time. Think my good sir! I don't want to be forgotten! Not like this. I am having none of this. If that means narrating someone else, then so fucking be it. Desperate times calls for desperate measures. Hmmmmmm…..What other character could I narrate in the meantime?...Of course! A random person, on a random state, during the event! It is so genius, that I know it's bound to fail.
Let me set the scene. This character we're focusing now is a 15 year old, blonde, green eyed, proud American. He is fixing himself in front of the mirror before heading to school. After the opening, I'll set the setting to personal narration, so I don't have to do anything and I can catch up on reading other works, so he can cop-Be INSPIRED from their material.
Opening: There ain't no rest for the wicked
Oh there ain't no rest for the wicked
Money don't grow on trees
I got bills to pay. I got mouths to feed
There ain't nothing in this world for free
Oh no, I can't slow down, I can't hold back
Though you know, I wish I could
Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked
Until we close our eyes for good
Damn! I can't get my hair straightened out. Today is supposed to be a special day for everyone. Well anyone that has a loving companion that is. It's Valentine's Day and that means I'm going to be bombarded with cards and chocolate again. Oh how I loathe this day. I just want to focus on my damn studies and secure my future at Harvard, so I can be the generation to break the cycle. What cycle you may be asking? My family has a history of alcohol and drug addiction and whores. Everyone has succumbed to greed and lust in some way and have only amounted to becoming another wage slave in this country. I, by miracle of chance, have avoided such fate. Personally, I cringe at the fact of enacting any sort of debauchery, when my time can be well spent on my education. I regretfully have to live with a slut of my mother and whatever stepcuck of the week she hooked up. I examine myself one more time to see if everything is in order. Red polo shirt? Check. Khaki pants? Check. Glasses? Check. Backpack and ID? Check and check. I leave my room and enter the living. My mom is slouching on the couch watching CNN again.
"Leaving already for school, Johnny?" she questioned.
I roll my eyes. "I'm not a little kid anymore, mom. Just call me by my actual name and yes. I'll just eat breakfast at school."
"Ok. Remember that Terrance will be picking you up after, so we can go and eat dinner. I think I found a good father figure." she giggled. "Have a good morning Jonathan and don't wander too far or a harpy might swipe you."
I groaned and made my way out to wait for the school bus. I hated how she still treats me like a child, when she probably doesn't even know anything outside the state. As soon as I entered the bus, the nightmare had already begun. My green eyes are a rare trait I unfortunately inherited from my biological father. Because of that, I've got a lot of fangirls trying to impress me and trying for me in the future to impregnate them and the cycle of my history continues. Usually I accept whatever they give me and they leave me alone. On extreme cases, a "Fuck off" will get them to stop altogether. I arrive at school and the gifts keeps on piling that I throw most of it in the trash. It is very annoying.
"Good morning, Johnathan."
Hearing that voice made my skin crawl. I turned to look and saw the worst person in my life. It was none other than Ashlyn. She has traits that I find attractive on a girl. Brown hair, same height as me, peach-ish skin, brown-green eyes, average body shape, and not very big breasts. The problem is her not leaving me the fuck alone.
"Seriously? Do you have some kind of Stockholm Syndrome or something?" I hissed at her.
"I told you already that I will never leave your side until your soul stops crying." she said worryingly.
There she goes again. Spouting the same bullshit about my soul crying or how tainted my heart 's not like she has any supernatural abilities because she is human. Honestly, that just some spiritual shit that has no place in this modern world. My constant rejection has spread rumors that I purposely bully her, when she always comes to me and doesn't fucking leave despite my clear hostility. To be honest, it kind of feels nice to have someone not give up on you, but I have to focus on securing that future. I need to break that cycle.
"Why do you shoulder such heavy burden by yourself? I want to share some of that burden with you." she insisted.
"How the fuck would you know ANYTHING that I'm going through. You have no problem because you're the goody two-shoes that gets handed everything she wants. You at least have a brother that would stop the world for you. I have no one! You don't have a slutty mother that only has you for child support she spends on herself! Shitty stepdads that only care about fucking my mom! And girls that only care about sex and being popular with me! I MUST break this shitty cycle, so that my future kids don't have to go through the same Hell I lived in! So don't give me that bullshit about "sharing my burden". You only do it to make yourself this saint, when you're probably just a whore like the rest of them." I've bursted at her and accidentally blurted out my situation to her. I never told anyone how I felt and it kinda felt good. Thinking back, I never had a childhood. I didn't have any friends, no one celebrated my birthday, no one cared. No one cared about me, how I felt, my opinions, I was just alone and I wanted to change. Instead, I let the cycle continue. Treated everyone the same as everyone did to me. But then who could I trust in this world? Tears were streaming my face. Ashlyn embraced me and out of instinct I shoved her away. I pushed her hard and she stumbled on the floor.
"Hey, what the fuck are you doing to my sister!?"
I see Ashlyn's brother doing some hand gesture and fire was forming on his hand!
"Logan! Stop!" Ashlyn plead.
But it was too late. I was engulfed in flames and the pain was so strong, that I passed out. I woke up in a hospital room with a massive headache.
"Oh you're awake."
I look to see a nurse check up on me. I check my body for any burn scars, but I don't find anything. It's like I was never burned in the first place! "How is this possible? I was on fire! There should be some sort of scar around my body."
"There should have been, but Ashlyn used her magic to heal your wounds." the nurse said nonchalantly. As if it wasn't anything special!
"Magic!? But she's human!? How are you not at all surprised about this?" This was all too much for me to handle.
"This isn't the first time Logan lost his temper and injured someone. After the first time, it's kind of a chore." the nurse sighed.
Unbelievable. Humans using magic. I know monsters and angels are capable of such things, but never in my life would I ever live to see magic used by us! Let alone on me…."Where's Ashlyn?"
"I do not know. They just dropped you off here and left. Also, Ashlyn wanted me to give you this when you woke up." The nurse handed a Valentine card.
It read "I'm very sorry for my brother's assault. He is actually a kind person just looking out for me. Anyways, we got expelled from the school and we're probably going to be looking for a new one in the future. I just wanted to let you know that I'm very grateful that you opened up to me and you are finally at peace. Though your heart still hold some doubt, you will hopefully understand that there are people that do care about you. I certainly do. Happy Valentine's Day!"-Ashlyn.
I couldn't believe it. Despite everything I did to her, she never gave up on me. Tears started running. Is this how it feels to have someone care for you? Relief? Fulfillment? Joy? I don't know, but it felt….amazing, for lack of a better word. This will be the Valentine gift I will treasure forever.
…..We couldn't stop it! Just let it free and DAAAAAAAAAAAAAANCE~ Huh? What in blazes! Ah crap! It's over already? Wasn't that heartwarming? Totally wasn't wasting time on a rhythm game or anything. Anyways, let's check up on Norman and his peeps on his struggles on the event the writer has been delaying for basically a year. Wait a minute….Why are they at cafeteria?
Norman: WE DID IT, BITCHES! WE WON THE HUUUUUUUUUUUNT!
What?
Jefferson: Indeed we did. And it is all thanks to Luka's tactical choice of disguising as one of the monsters that really helped us secure victory.
WHAT?
Luka: You guys are giving me too much credit. It was everyone's dedication that really saved the day.
Eliyah: I told you disguising was a genius idea~
We missed the hunt.
Alice: I have to say, I'm really impressed that you guys won. You all have certainly have come very far, right girls?
Alma: Yup, yup~
Granberia: Whatever.
Erubetie: *Nods*
Tamamo: Bahahaha! Indeed they did!
We. Missed. The. Hunt. ARE YOU BEING SERIOUS!? After all that build up! After all the tease! He skips the hunt! UN. FUCKING. BELIEVABLE. I can't believe I actually gave a shit. Fuck this, fuck you and fuck everyone!
Norman: But seriously, I want to tell everyone something. After this event, I've discovered something about myself. I am asexual. Since the beginning, I was trying to figure out about my own sexuality. This event has made me realize that I don't need sex to have the ultimate satisfaction in life. What I really needed was all of your companionships. And that is much gre-
Alma fucking tackles him….What am I doing with myself?
Alma: So what you're saying, is that you don't know how good sex is because you haven't tried it yet? *Grin*
Norman: Nonnononono! That is definitely the opposite of what I was saying!
Alma: How about it girls? Shall we introduce him to the wonders of ecstasy~ ?
Erubetie: *Nods*
Granberia: *Cracks her knuckles* I've been waiting to payback that uppercut you gave me.
Tamamo: Ah this reminds me like the good ol days.
Norman: U-um. Luka!? A little help!
Alice: If you help him, the next time will be anal. I believe you understand what I'm getting at.
Luka: *Shiver* May you rest in peace, Norman.
Norman: You fucking cunt! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I don't even care about describing his rape. I just want this to be over.
