Author's Note: Here's the chapter that gives let's you readers know what is currently going through Ripslinger's mind. As the name of the chapter suggests, this chapter is in his Point of View. This story will go back to normal Point of View in the next chapter. And MUCH more will be elaborated on Ripslinger as the story progresses, so don't be afraid if you have more questions than answers when you finish reading this chapter.
WARNING! This chapter is short, yet kinda dramatic!
Chapter Three: Ripslinger's P.O.V.
This cliff is my secret spot. I come here to ponder life's greatest mysteries. The skies above me are gray, the ground is grassless, and my surroundings are drab. But that's okay. Because you know what? My surroundings describe how I feel right now: Gloomy. Depressed. Melancholy.
So, what is it about this place that calms me down, one might ask? The ocean below this cliff. The sight and the sound of the waves crashing against the wall of this cliff remind me to stay strong.
You see, I have had a rough life I don't particularly like talking about, not that I have anyone that would listen. So, I find comfort in nature. The crashing waves below me are soothing. It's not everything I need, but it somewhat helps.
Everytime I lose a race, I damage myself and my fanbase more and more. Winning races is the only thing that makes me feel like my life has value, so when I fail, feelings of emptiness overcome me. Why do I have to feel this way? Air racing was supposed to make me feel happy. Fulfilled. Worth living. The longer I stay in the industry the more I realize it has the opposite effect on me that I...and everybody else wants.
Why is it so hard to make friends? I'm sure having just one friend, someone to give me a chance, would make all this pain, saddness, and emptiness go away.
I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I hold my breath as a violent sob threatens to leave my body. A single tear exits my right eye and drips off my propeller. I close my eyes tightly.
I mustn't cry.
When I was a child, my dad always reminded me that crying was a sign of weakness for men. I try very hard to be strong, to not cry. However, on my weakest days...it can be really hard.
I just want a hug.
I want someone to take away all this pain I've been feeling since I was a child. I want someone to show me that they care about me just once.
When I was little, I used to think fame, money, and fans were all I need to be happy. Man, I couldn't have been more wrong...
You know what I need more than anything? Love. I need to get a taste on what it's like to be loved. Not as a racer, but as a plane in general. I need someone to listen to me, someone to hold me and let me know I'm appreciated. I need someone to love me.
It would be the only thing that will allow me to feel truly happy...