"Dude. Dude! Wake the hell up man!" What was that voice? Who was it talking to? Why was my bed suddenly so hard? These were all questions that meant thinking, so I decided against answering them. Then a new one popped into my head. Why does my side hurt? That one needed some thought as well, but it was more pressing than the others, so I opened my eyes and saw a rather large individual kicking me in the ribs repeatedly. He saw me open my eyes and stopped kicking and said, "Jesus man! Yur one tough bastard to wake up." My mind went blank for a moment, which usually happened when I woke up for some reason, and then I began to take in my surroundings and the questions from earlier began to be answered.
The voice that was speaking to me was my brother, Borador, who had probably been trying to wake me up for a good 20 to 30 minutes at this point. The one he was talking to was me, unless he had an imaginary friend I was unaware of which was a possibility in my opinion. Finally, the bed had become so hard because it wasn't my bed, but the ground, and not very soft ground either. I slowly sat up and looked up at my brother, my side still hurting from his series of kicks to my ribs and kidney. I opened my mouth to say something about him being an ass, but it came out more like, "Uhhh…" He laughed a little and before I had the chance to lay back down he grabbed me by the shirt and lifted me to my feet, which promptly fell out from under me and I hit the ground, but not before my head hit the crappy wooden frame of my bed.
That woke me up, finally, and I stood up and took in where I was. I was in a crappy little room, made of crappy wood, with a crappy desk in between two crappy beds, each with a crappy window beside it that gave a crappy view of the crappy little town we lived in. Oh, and there was a big retard with purple hair laughing quietly to himself. I stood up, still a wobbly, but I managed to stay up this time, but something didn't seem right. I couldn't see! I began to panic and began wildly shouting out,"Boar! Boar! Help me I can't see! Everyone always said that, "Aros you will go blind if you keep up your bad habits", but I didn't listen! I didn't listen!"
That did it for Boar, he laughed, and hard. He was laughing so hard that I heard him hit the ground and roll around. That kind of laughter. That worried me just a tad. "Boar! What did you do?! You poisoned me, didn't you? If I could see you I would kill you dead man, kill you dead!" Through the laughter I heard him say something, but I couldn't make it out. Then he said it again, "HahahAH…hai…haHAhahA…hair." That didn't make any sense at first. Then it hit me. I reached up to my eyes and brushed my hair out of their way, and then I could see! I felt like an idiot, but I had gotten used to that feeling a long time ago.
I looked down and saw Boar breathing hard on the floor and a thought occurred. I lifted my foot and slammed it right into his stomach. He made a lunging motion up and the lay back down. I lifted up my foot and he immediately went to massage it. I looked down at his pain and laughed and said, "Karma. Ain't it a bitch?" He nodded a little and I left him there, walking over to the desk to grab my new watch. Well Rolex, but who cares, it told time so it was a clock. On top of time it told, the day, date, and even the phase of the moon (which struck me as kinda useless).
I picked it up and looked at it and asked Boar, "Why did you wake me up so early, it's a Saturday! You know how I like to sleep in." He stood up, now over his stomach trauma, and looked quizzically at me and asked, "How do you know what day it is? You thought you were blind 40 seconds ago." I showed him the Rolex that I was busy trying to put on and his eyes got wide. "How did you get that thing? It must of cost at least $500." I fastened it to my wrist and I looked up at Boar and said, "They were having a sale. It was practically a steal." It was a terrible pun I know, but it conveyed the message I was trying to deliver.
He nodded his head and began to walk away but I asked once again, "So why did you wake me up so early on a Saturday? Besides to piss me off?" He stopped and slowly turned his head and a happy smile, his green eyes shining and he said, "You mean you really can't remember why today is special? We finally saved enough money to get a car!" Damn. How could I forget that? I looked at him and smiled. "Let me get ready and then we'll go." He turned and began to walk towards the door to the kitchen and he waved his hand up in the air and said, "Fine, but don't take to long." I got some clothes and decided to take a shower.
Some would think we were odd, but this was a normal day in our lives. It had been like this for 12 years. I still didn't remember much from the 6 years prior to that, but I did know we had always been happy. Probably more so before the tragedy, but like I said, I couldn't remember and neither could Boar. This was the only life we had ever known, the only one we knew. As I turned on the shower and stripped down to nakedness, I felt an odd feeling, like an omen of something terrible to come, but once I got in the shower and let the cold water roll over my body, I forgot about it. Too bad. I could have been helpful.
All right so this is the first chapter. I hope you all like it. Review please and try not to dicks about it. If you have any questions that need to be answered, just ask, but like I said, don't be dicks.