A Choice
The chicken in front of him looked like it already had been passed through someone's system and then heated and placed on the plate before him. Normally Ron would have been able to turn this leftover into a meal that would be served in a four star restraint. But today, like the past week, he had lost his appetite and didn't feel like taking the time to make a proper meal out of this drab. Normally he would have loved to make something spectacular out of this nothing. He had always loved cooking, it was a way for him to feel in control of something. Food that was brunt, undercooked or dropped on the floor, this was something that would happen if he lost control. This was the reason why his dishes were spectacular, because he always kept a level of control whenever he cooked. But now something was different, as if he had lost control. All his mind did now was race in circles about the sorry life he had lived. Even now all he could think about was what he did wrong today, the better choices he could have made. So there he sat with his fork poking and pushing around the lump of fowl, taking stock of his life and what it had added up to.
Normally on any other day he would be sitting there in light conversation with his family about the days events. His mother would try to correct him and his pet Rufus about there eating habits. All the while his father would start to playfully imitate what Ron had been told out of sight of his mother. Of course being a mother she knew what he was doing and would start scolding him, in the end a laugh and smile was shared by all. Even when he wasn't eating at his own home he would be around family. The Possible's would joyfully open up there home to him and he would enjoy the great cooking. Many would probably think that being a mother and holding a full time job of brain surgeon would mean that the cooking was bad. It was the exact opposite; every morsel of food was taken care of with great preparation making it delectable. But what he remembered most was the happiness and joy that he felt sitting there. Even though he wasn't a true member of their family they thought of him as their son. Thinking about happier days like that only depressed him more as his mind returned back to reality and the horrific leftovers before him.
Standing up he took his dinner walking away from their kitchen table. The piece of meat made the sound of a dull thud as it hit the bottom of the trashcan. Walking towards the sink he remembered the words of wisdom from Carl as they echoed in his head. "Don't end up a shell of a man like me, it is not a life worth living," man was he right.
The raging storm outside had knocked out the power twenty minutes ago. There was no television, radio or lights. The phones still worked, but who would want to talk to him. Then realization overtook him, Kim was home. He almost was in a sprint getting to the phone, dialing the numbers. A few rings went by before someone answered.
"Hello." It was Kim; he could recognize that angelic voice anywhere. A smile formed on his lips hearing hear voice. But most importantly, he felt a warmness inside of him start to grow. "Hello," she asked again sounding almost annoyed.
Ron shook his head trying to clear it and register where he was again. "I, uh, hey KP."
"Oh, hi Ron," any irritability in her voice vanished one she realized who it was. "Look are you calling for anything important?"
Confusion now hit Ron, why would he need a reason to call her. They had talked for hours with no particular reason before, on many occasions. Ron answered back the only way he could, "no, not really. I was just calling to say hi, I missed you at school today."
"Ah, that's sweet Ron. I went out shopping with Eric for homecoming. Speaking of which I need to get off the line. I have a lot of important things that have to get done before the dance tomorrow, so bye?"
"Yeah okay KP, I'll see you later, bye." And with that he hung up the phone with only one thought in his head. 'She has more important things than me.' Whatever warm feeling he had in his stomach vanished and was replaced by misery and grief.
Placing the phone back in its cradle he walked out of the kitchen into the living room. The homecoming dace was tomorrow; not that he was going. Like many dances before this one he would end up going alone or just staying at home. Zita, his last girlfriend, had broken up with him about four months ago during their summer vacation. She told him that it was because they weren't connecting and that she didn't feel anything between them. All Ron could do now was shake his head thinking back to those words. It wasn't as if he could blame her, why would anyone want to be with someone like him.
Sure he had tried to get someone else to go with him to the dance. But as was his life, every girl rejected him. Go to school to fail, get beat up and rejected. These thoughts played in his mind thinking about what his life had added up to. Even going out on missions was becoming ridiculous. Some of these villains he had dealed with for almost two years and they still couldn't remember his name. Stoppable, how hard of a name was that? It wasn't like it was some ordinary name like Smith.
'Why bother with this, why bother waking up another day with nothing to live for. The world would be a better place if I just ended it now.'
At that moment the world around Ron stopped, had he just thought of that. Suicide, he was thinking about suicide. Never in his life had he thought about contemplating something so extreme, why would he think of it now? Something was wrong with him, or was there something to what he was thinking.
Slowly the world began to move again as Ron pulled himself out of his thoughts. It was weird though; he should be scared out of his mind for thinking about something like that. But in all truth, it felt more like an answer than anything. He already knew that his life was worth nothing, so why not end it on his terms.
Turning Ron walked towards the stairs, feeling his pocket were he had keep his father's key to the lock box. If anything it now felt like an answer to his problems.
Let me start off by apologizing about not reviewing for a while. I had an enormous amount of tests and work for school before spring break. On spring break I took another a second job unloading trucks and worked a total of 96 hours. So for all of those people who went to Galveston during their break, well you suck.
The other chapter is getting finished as we speak along with EndGame. So look for both of them in a couple of days.
Until the good reviewing.
-Forgotten466-
