The Final Story

Intro

This story is based off my true life. Whether you are new or a returning reader, I am just an average, if not below average teenage boy. There is nothing special or unique about me and there is nothing particularly interesting about me. This story will not be nonfictional, it'll be rather informative. I guess you could call be the background character in another person's story. For the record, I will be beginning midlife for the sakes of the story. For those that are returning, perhaps you are an old friend or reader. Nonetheless this is my story, the story of TheLoneOmega. Enjoy…

2016.

The date is 2016, the date I first published a story on fanfiction on the movie Alpha and Omega. I was a clueless kid and I honestly enjoyed life. I was popular, had many friends and was well known around the school. I got along with everyone and I honestly can't remember a single time I wasn't laughing or at least smiling. Everyone may have gone through different stages in this particular year, but for me, it was the best. My highest point in life. With each day coming I would be physed to go to school, because it wasn't just a place for me to learn, but a place I could enjoy myself. I can remember the long nights where I would stay up all night with my friends playing split screen Minecraft on the xbox. Still to this day I have that exact xbox, with that exact world and on lonely nights, I set up that xbox and launch that world. Each time it brings a tear to my eye, oh how the times were so much simpler and only if I knew then how my life would turn out, could have I changed who I am?

Many of us have our safe places. You know, those places you can go when your down or maybe when you need a distraction. For some people that may be art for others it could be books, for me it's gaming. Ever since I was a young kid, I had loved games, I remember my first ds. I remember staying up late at night playing pokemon and quickly hiding it under my pillow when my parents came in. Games has always been there for me. I used to come home from school and be excited to try and reach a new high wave on call of duty zombies. I remember meeting new friends online and it didn't matter that we had no clue who each other were, because we automatically understood each other. I was never as fortunate as everyone else and I always got things later than other people. I remember making a microphone out of an old set of broken earbuds and some wire just so I could talk to people. I was happy. Looking back now at my old friends, many have gone their separate ways. It's not uncommon now to see last onlines from 1825 days ago. It makes you wonder, are they were they want to be in life, are they happy? Personally, the year 2016 was the best year at the time, but the most depressing year to think back upon. The memories and nostalgia make me feel disappointed in who I am today.

2017.

Moving on to the year 2017. It's funny how you can have the best year of your life one year and the worst one the next. The year 2017 was the worst year of my life yet. After graduating from primary school, I moved to a new school. It was like starting all over again… a full reset. I was alone again in a new school surrounded by new people. This was the year I started becoming less confident with myself which eventually led to who I am today. There was never a good time in 2017, it just never felt right. I always felt isolated, no matter how many people were around me. Each day I would go to school depressed. This is also the year I begun martial arts. I was a newbie but my friends did the classes so it was one of the few places I could be happy. Although I had this one friend which I am disappointed to have known. I look back at myself wondering why I even talked to him. He was always a dick to me and is the kind of person that says something to you and then something completely different to others. Anyways, I told him how I had started martial arts and how I was aiming to become a green belt which was the eighth level in the class. It wasn't long before he told some assholes this information. That's when the bullying began.

Each and every day I would be harassed. It begun with just some petty name calling on the bus, but soon enough escalated to physical contact before and after school. I would always try to sit as far away as possible, but it never worked. One time I was listening to music to try and ignore the name calling but they didn't like the fact that I wasn't listening. They came up to me and tipped an entire bag of potato chips on my head and rubbed it into my head. After that I refused to go to school for a week. But after that week it didn't get any better. I was giving them what they wanted. It only got worse. I was at a point where I didn't know what to do, which eventually lead to me becoming suicidal. I didn't see any other way out of the pain at the time. They say sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can never hurt you, but it's the words that can hurt the most.

The only reason I didn't do it was the sole reason I am writing this today. I thought of the support I have gotten online from people I didn't even know. Yes, I'm talking about all of you, TheRavenMocker, Kellylad13, KeithTheTheLoneWolf, GoatsPlus and Troy Groomes. Every single one of you are the sole reason I managed to push through today, and if you're reading this now, I thank you, for everything. Your stories gave me inspiration and brought me joy in those hard times, and I can only hope that you all are doing well.

2018-2019.

2018 was slightly better, I started catching a new bus and due to that I regained some confidence to the point where I was smiling again. I experienced my first form of liking someone, although it didn't work out simply because I didn't know what to do. At this point in life I was focused around enjoying everything while I could. I was a straight A student in each class with minimal effort. I guess you could say I was happy again for a short while. The reason these two years are combined is because nothing particularly interesting happened in 2018. Each day was the same, but I still enjoyed it. But it was from that year everything started going downhill again.

I still don't know why it is, but nothing went my way after 2018. I started closing myself off from the world until the point where I became antisocial. Still to this day I can't hold a conversation with someone new, purely because I don't know how to. I now struggle to say what's in my head and commonly mess up my sentences. Due to this I find it easier to not talk to save myself the embarrassment. But there was one person at the time. I hadn't met her yet, but I got along with her. Each day we would call and just talk. We would talk for hours on end and never get bored. We called this our happy hour. It was the one thing I looked forward to each and every day. Eventually we became best friends and would hang out almost each weekend. But foolish me began to catch feelings for her. It's hard to explain but we were just different chemistry. She liked me, but never when I liked her. It was always bad timing. But we started to fall apart after about a year. She started talking to others and at one point she met a guy that didn't appreciate her talking to me so apparently the only thing appropriate to do was ignore me for the next month. I was so hurt. I couldn't believe that she was willing to sacrifice what we had for a guy that she had met a month beforehand. But she then began talking to me again after she got treated like garbage after I warned her. Not long after that the annual show came around. She invited me to it with her and I was happy. I would finally be able to hang out with her like old times again, I still really liked her too.

On the night of the show, I rocked up and so did she, with another guy. I felt a pain I had never felt before. Was it heartbreak? Was it betrayal? I still don't know. For most of that night I followed them around in pain, I was just a third wheel. She then introduced me to her other friends. They were nice and I would soon come to know them better. I decided to go home after that to save myself the pain of seeing her enjoy her time with someone else. Around a week later I found out that one of the girls I met hat night found me attractive. I started messaging her and we got to know each other quite well. We both began to fall in love, and it was going well. We had admitted our feeling to each other and I was going to ask her out on the weekend coming, but it was all too good to be true, 2 days before I was going to ask her out she messaged me saying she had gotten a new boyfriend. I was certain that my heart had broke on the spot. I still remember her saying "stop, I still love you. I just love him more…" those words are forever stuck in my mind.

After about 2 months I met a new girl, once again one of those girls I had met that night. Although it first began with me just asking for favors. I felt that my best friend was lying to me and I soon found out later that she was dating that guy from the show night. I didn't approve of this and felt ultimately betrayed. Why exactly? This guy was one of the guys that had been bullying me in the previous years. She completely disregarded me and made a selfish move. This led to a fight and the ending of our friendship for the time being. I was heartbroken and antisocial, which led to me losing friends. Some pretend they don't even know me now. With no friends and a lack of social identity, I started to fall into the background. I became unnoticed which led to me becoming depressed again and ultimately affected my grades. I began failing classes due to lack of motivation to do anything. I struggled to see my place in the world. Just another brick in the wall… That's when I started talking to this girl more. We eventually became new best friends and I as usual caught feelings for her, but luckily enough she had liked me for a long time. For the first time in a long time, things were going my way. We began going on dates and on the third date, I made my move. And still 1 year later to this day we are a happy couple. My first real love. I was happy.

2020.

To this day I am still in love with that girl and we are getting closer each day. Even though she goes to another school I make sure I can see her each weekend no matter what. But sadly, that's the only good thing that has happened this year. I am still antisocial, and I am lucky to say 10 words a day. I have minimal friends at school, the only one I talk to now is turning into someone I'm not sure I like, 2020 is the year I tried drugs, and as ashamed as I am it's not like anyone has noticed. My parents expect too much from me. Whenever I try to explain that I'm not happy it always comes back to me failing classes and how it must be the teachers' fault. The truth is that I am simply not motivated anymore. I am on the verge of giving up and I just fell that I'm not enough. I have tried to change school to my girlfriends school so that I can be happy and motivated to work again, but we just can't afford it at the moment, even after I have offered to pay for half. So that's where I am today. Disappointed in myself and unmotivated with no friends. I can only hope it gets better soon.

So I thank all of you once again. Thank you for being a part of my life and taking the time out of yours to read my story. I'm not sure where any of this will go or if it will get better, I guess I can only hope it does. But I wish every one of you the best in your futures and I hope you all achieve the best for yourselves. I am so grateful for your support and it was all the positive reviews I got that kept me going. I know there is a bunch of unfinished stories, but I just don't have the time for them anymore and I'm sorry for that. But for the last and final time…

TheLoneOmega, Signing out.

Thank you. For everything.