You never really know what you have until it's gone. You never understand the beauty of life and how lucky you are until it's pried from you cold, dead hands. You're never faced with the lies you tell, the secrets you hide, or forced to deal face your inner fears and demons. People continue on in their lives knowing their facades and their darkest secrets, yet never really embrace them. In life, if you want the world to know who you really are and to be completely honest with everyone in your life, you must first be completely honest with yourself. You must face those lies, fears, and secrets, and everything that you stand to loathe about yourself, your loved ones, and everything else.
I remember them well; a group of six very close friends with only a few things in common. They were always together. They were your perfect clan with people of all stereotypes; the geek, the beautiful feminist, the self-centered yet misunderstood girl, the handsome yet dumb fellow, rebellious but quietly smart leader, and the foreigner. All brought together in mysterious ways, yet wouldn't change their crossings for the world.
Four of the six were together, the geek and the beauty were awaiting their wedding day in just two days, and the rebellious leader and misunderstood square were patching up their messed up love/hate relationship. The handsome one was content with child and the mother of, and the foreigner was happy with Beauty's younger sister, though it was best kept as a secret within the group. They were all in grate states, so wrapped up in the joy they finally had in their lives; no drama, no complications. So in love and so proud of how their roles as young adults were playing out; the geek- sophomore in college, the beauty- a sophomore in college as well, for a journalism major. The handsome one was a successful police-officer living in a small home with his girlfriend who was the mother of his child, and his young daughter. The foreigner was attending community college for a business major, while the self-centered one was a freshman in the same college as the beauty and the geek for a broadcasting major. The rebellious one was the owner of a record store, yet was secretly taking classes that only his girlfriend knew of; culinary arts.
All six had long forgotten their past woes and darkness, all put their worries and fears in the back of their minds, never to be thought of. AS well as the past secrets and mistakes so conveniently forgotten for their selfish happiness.
But I would make them remember. What they had, what they didn't deserve. They were my favorite subjects to play with, to torment and torture until they couldn't see straight. To remind them of what they were really made of. I would humanize them.
Their names were: The Geek- Eric Albert Forman. The Feminist Beauty- Donna Marie Pinciotti (soon to be Forman). The Handsome, Dumb One- Michael Christopher Kelso. The Self-Centered, Misunderstood Girl- Jacqueline Beulah Burkhart. The Rebellious, But Genius Man- Steven James Hyde. The Foreigner- went by "Fez," no one knew his real name... yet.
By the time this is all over, you will know exactly who I am; you're all familiar with me, you love me, you hate me, but you don't know me. But for those who crave answers, all that I can say is that I love to make people scream. I brought each of them; Donna, Eric, Kelso, "Fez", Jackie, and Steven to their demise.