Chapter V
It All Starts the Same


Alex's eyelids slowly lifted in a hazy and dulled state. His sight was blurry, he couldn't exactly tell what those linear stripes of light were. An ambiguous sight it was, just what is that light?

His sight then focused, and returned back to perspective of understanding. It was the window's blinds and shades. But what was it out there that was causing the light?

Alex lifted himself out of bed, he then remembered; he was in a motel room. A motel he found deserted. A town he found deserted.

Still dull and tired, Alex couldn't help wonder the disturbing revelation that he had just experienced.
"Uhhhh...What a Nightmare!"
Indeed, it was quite the revelation he encountered in his recent sleep. How could anyone stand such a horrific ride?

Alex walked towards the window, he needed to find out what was creating that bright radiance. His fingertips pressed against the blinds edge, revealing the sight of a hazy and foggy street. Alex then noticed that it wasn't as dark as usual.
He looked up towards the sky, in which he noticed the sun; piercing though the thick and dense clouds. It had been three days since he last saw that glowing source. Peculiar how it's giving the town a grand visit. As if it came to show sympathy towards the isolated and lonely place. Yeah, that's it. Give sake of pity in the least. At least the town received it.

The sun then started to fade… fade back to its sanctuary of splendor. Alex could do nothing, but watch the darkness settle once more. The town ceased its outer glow, and entered into dark dismay. The motel room also entered into a dark setting. Everything went back to its original venue; the original, dark, foggy isolation as before. Alex noticed a set of trash cans sitting below his window on the outside. But that's all they were, nothing interesting or anything. Just a normal set of trash cans.
Alex let loose the blinds, there was nothing more to see in this setting of isolation. He then realized something; he hadn't washed himself ever since he came here. Ever since he settled here. Ever since he lost…

"Jessica…Jessica!"

Alex started walking towards the bathroom, memories started racing across his mind, the sound of a phone ringing became apparent in the mind.

"Hello."

"Alex?"

"Jessica…is that you?"

"… …Alex… I…"

"What's wrong?"

"Alex it's happening. The nightmares. I need to get out of here… …meet me at the park. Come right now…"

(The phone hangs up)

"Jessica…Jessica!"

Water splashed all over Alex's face, the dash was able to wake him from the tedious state he was recently in. The bathroom sink seemed like it was in proper condition, nothing wrong about it. Yet Alex's memory couldn't help wonder...
Alex looked at the mirror, and stared at that perplexed face. That face...
A 17 year old boy's face displayed in that reflection. A boy who posessed brown hair, with weary eyes which stared back at him in a cold and bleak manner. Not tall, neither short was the stature of his height. But that doesn't really matter!
Just who is this man? Alex thought to himself. Who is that stranger that's set his eyes upon this young man?

"David!"

"Huh?"
Alex looked to the left side of the mirror, and there, he saw a long hallway. No, not the one belonging to the motel room.
"What?"
Somehow, this hallway beared a strong aquaintance, where has he seen this hall?

"David!"

He then realized what it was. It was his home!

"David!"

"What?"

"David!"

"What?"

"DAVID!"

"WHAT!"

A young man came running out of the darkness and into view of the mirror.Alex then realized who this boy in the reflection was. It was him...him five days ago.And behind, came his raging father, in desperate need to catch his "rebellious" son.

"Come back here you punk ass!"

Alex's father grabbed him by the arm, and with a sense of anger, he thrusted him into the wall. Upon impact, Alex let out a slight gag.

"Your not gonna see that girl...you here me? David,you little shit!"

Father staggered upon the critical remark. Giving the idea that father has been hitting some achololic beverages recently.

"I asked did you here me! Answer me David!

Alex was slumped over, breathing in a heavy rate, he was filled with a fair amount of anger, caused by father's rage of taming his "uncontrolling" son. With just a slight feeling of anger, Alex couldn't help mudder his feelings towards the old man.
"Bastard."

"What did you say!"

The boy paused, he pondered on whether his feelings were true. If he is willing to give up his home for that girl he's known since childhood. If he is willing to give up his futrure on the so called "path to success." Determining whether or not the old man truly is the bastard that little voice made known to reality. If Jessica is truly the boy's key to happiness. If Alex...Alex...Alex...
...David Alex McKay, son of Roy Ken McKay and Ellen Lisa McKay, is willing to give it all up for the sake of a girl, that refers her best and beloved friend as Alex. Is he willing to do all that?

"Yes!"

"What!"

"Yes, you heard me. You stupid, sadistic, abusive, FUCKING BASTARD!

Alex lunged towards his father, grasping him by the neck, and driving him into the opposing wall. Father's head began to shake as Alex's rage and hate was let loose on him. Ultimately, a fist rose in the air, and swung down to the impact of father's furious and angered face. The blow was hard, given through the assistance of Alex's rage and hate. The fist rose and fell again. Supplied by the assistance of the feeling once more. And it cycled again, and again, and again... Until finally, father's attempts to counter his son's rage ceased. And he was left there with a bruised face, left by the rage of his "rebellious and selfish," little boy. The young man was able to take his keys from the injured man, and in the process he took his car. As it may be useful in his desperation to help that girl whose always been there to "care". No longer David McKay. The young man adapted a new persona now, which would no longer be under the name of the McKays.

That's who this young man in the mirror is, it's Alex. Staring into those eyes, he can finally realize what name this peculiar individual goes by. But that wasn't enough to fill his needs of understanding. Just who is he really? A man who's given up his previous life? A lost soul to say in the least. Yeah, that's who it was. A lost soul, searching for an identity, a position, a life.

"How pathetic." the pitiful and lost soul muttered towards that reflection.