Soundtrack: What Do You Want From Me, Pink Floyd
Part 2 ½I used to love fantasy. Books, games – the games especially, because I could pretend I was the character. My Monster World set was my favourite possession. I could pretend that I was living an adventure, instead of this boring, normal life. Go to school every day, do stupid work to eventually have some stupid job; who cares about that sort of thing? The characters in my books and games had real lives. They had challenges and goals and reasons to live.
You always want what you don't have.
I know what you want, he taunted. I know what you want.
Shut up! I screamed back.
I wished for magic.
I wished for magic and adventure and a story that was more than just a normal, shy boy, going to school every day and never doing anything new. There was nothing for me in the real world; I didn't want any of the office jobs or boring city life. I didn't want anything that the real world could give me. I wanted what those fantasy characters had…
And I wished for somebody to share this adventure with, because I was always alone.
I know what you want, he taunted me.
Fine, then. What do I want? I aksed.
You always want what you don't have. Always. I can't handle this life that I desired; I can't win against my antagonist. Now that I can appreciate a normal life, mine has been taken from me. I'm never alone anymore.
I would give anything—anything that is mine to give—to be alone again.
But he doesn't deal well with being alone.
I know what you want, and I give it to you, he told me. You want a reason to live.
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