I'll be gone for a week and a half, so I decided to add a Meanwhile with the chapter I just added in earlier.
Again, this is added with a hint of self-mockery.
Note: The binge eating thing wasn't appointed to me, just so you know. Being 90 percent mechanical body parts, I do not binge, nor eat at that matter.
I don't like monkeys. Well, actually it really depends on the situation. Yes, I am weird.
Meanwhile Part 3: The Black Notebook
He knew school was a waste of time.
He could always just cut class, but then what else could he do? Basically everything to him besides creative writing, music, Devi, Tenna, and now the Scary Neighbour Man are just a waste of time.
Squee unlocked the front door and stepped inside cautiously, as if he were entering an unknown territory. It was quiet, as usual. There was the occasional shifting from upstairs and the distant clacking from his father's computer keyboard.
"Mom, Dad, I'm home!" Squee called as he made his way towards the stairs. A muffled voice came from the upper level.
"I'm not listening to you, honey."
It was from his mother. He didn't even have to think about it. He instantly recognized the unawareness in that voice. He didn't pass by his father's study this time. Instead, he just shuffled to his room and locked the door, like what he usually did after school.
He turned his stereo on and popped in a Death Cab for Cutie CD. He plopped on his bed and took in the aura of the mellow music.
He didn't understand how the world worked sometimes.
It was hardly a flawless system, with all these selfish organisms running it.
Johnny was right. It was hard to find the real humans these days.
People are hurtful. They hurt other people, they hurt the environment, and they hurt themselves. It's stupid because most of the time, they don't even realize the pain they're causing. It's all one horrific, painful chain reaction with no end.
There seemed to be no way of stopping it either.
Squee scribbled his thoughts down on paper. Sometimes his writing was illegible, but he wrote it down. Sometimes it was raining and the droplets would stain the page and distort the ink, but he continued writing. Sometimes his tears diluted the ink.
But of course, he kept writing.
He wrote in that notebook everyday.
It was sort of like a diary, but most of it depicted his burning hatred towards humanity and the society collapsing around it.
It was pathetic.
If humanity only opened their eyes and possibly rubbed them, then maybe things would've looked a little better today. Just a little.
Squee knew that it was too late for redemption. Humanity lost its chance to be saved.
Proof of its failure was all written down in Squee's black notebook.
BOOM!
The lights went out and the music stopped playing.
A storm was brewing outside.
"S-son, where are you? Can you go outside and check the powerbox thing? You won't need a raincoat, it's not that wet outside yet!"
His dad was just trying to get him electrocuted, he could tell.
"Kid, are you there? Are you alive? (He then paused for a moment and then added a quiet 'Please tell me he's not alive.'). Goddammit, what's his name-son! Where the hell are you?"
Squee sighed and rolled his eyes. He slammed his notebook shut and tossed it carelessly onto the floor and pulled the sheets over his head, like what he used to do as a kid whenever Johnny bombarded into his room through the window.
It was gonna be a long night.