Writer note: Please don't judge the story before reading at least 2 chapters.
Writer note II: I apologize for the grammar mistakes.
This is my story. I was a scatophobic, autistic ten years old child; I would spend most of my time alone inside of my dark sinister room, always sitting on my bed, admiring those beautiful, brown and gorgeous silhouettes and, even though it was hard to actually see them, they were amazing, beautiful and very smooth on contact. At least to me.
I have always admired potatoes; Believe it or not, I dumped my best friend because I have seen him eating one, yes. Although I was a narcoleptic, I woke up every Tuesday at 8 o' clock, only to go with my mom to the grocery shop in order to see nice fresh potatoes on the shelves. Day in day out, I've grown up into a mature young man; Fortunately, my unconditional love for potatoes grew with me, I literally became "potato-holic", I'd get a severe headache with a terrible fever only for not seeing potatoes and eventually, I started doubting my sanity, I wanted to suicide but my faith kept me from doing it.
Finally, the shock came later on, I can't really remember. But well, I recall seeing a spoiled brat stomping on a potato. Unable to control my anger, my body did commit the sin that cannot be forgiven. Yes I managed to escape the physical punishment, but how could I heal the terrible wound on my heart? The answer is simple: I could fucking not.
So I decided to slow down and stop for a second to take a look at the bloodthirsty monster that I have become, I didn’t like it, I abhorred it and instead of accepting it, I decided to kill it for the good of humanity, for my own sake because I was a useless individual who ruthlessly massacred a human being.
In order to take action I had to wait until nighttime, after stealing a knife from the kitchen I returned to my room and opened the window, there was a beautiful forest behind our house, and the sky was so clear. “No matter how far they try to leap, they’ll always be under you. Huh, pathetic.” I peeked at the moon, it was crescent. “What a shame, I'm going to die in such a beautiful night, under a splendid starry sky, couldn’t you at least be pitch black black and rainy you fucking slut.” I said to myself in an angry tone. Soon enough I summoned my courage and pulled the knife out, one stab, two stabs, the blood began to flow out and just when I was about to go for the heart, the moon turned brown, shrunk, and levitated slowly until it reached the window. It took an ambiguous yet divine form and sat right next to me.
Intrigued, I looked at it, I was unable to control my words. "Are you..." I said before it interrupted me, "Yes, I am, no need to say anything, I understand you." I was so relieved.
Later on, we went through a very deep conversation, which has shown me the truth, the true reality, the ultimate achievement. The mysterious entity asked for a pen and a sheet of paper on which it wrote forty two words and with these words, I learnt how cruel reality was, I learnt how good it was too, I learnt what life is, what dead is, and what lies between them, what scientists, writers and philosophers seek. With a deep voice, the entity asked me whether I was ready or not, I didn't understand anything, after all what am I? Nothing but a humble servant ready to give up his useless life and, with no hesitation I said yes, the entity took my hand. We levitated for a while and flew away...
In the realm of gods, or not.
The entity took me to its land. It was a huge island, the sky was brown, there were no trees and the ground was coated with potatoes. People there were so happy, they mainly fed on vegetables and drank potato juice it was a delicacy in their kingdom and they said it was sweet, that was believable, but I did not understand how they could eat our gods, though.
Nevertheless, the entity interrupted my deep thinking: “Those are believers. Just like you.” It said in a deep tender voice, and you are about to see him, yes you’ll see our god, it’s the greatest honor. I happily concurred.
So we levitated across the island and took the main path, there were shops all around, happy people laughing, some of them had families and others were alone, but everyone was happy and no tears were shed across the whole path, no disputing, just happiness and mutual respect, it was literally a heaven…After a long marvelous trip we reached his shrine, it was a beautiful big castle obviously made of light, I couldn’t tell how it was possible to build without using any concrete materials and I guess it made it clear that this place was alien to me.
We crossed a corridor and climbed a few stairs, the place was marvelous but I was so astounded that I didn’t even look at it, finally we reached his throne and I stood in front of him, feeling how much of a low life I was, I cried and kneeled in shame. He humbly came to me and said: “Kneel not my child, get your ass up!” “Gods should talk in an eloquent manner shouldn’t they?” I thought to myself. “Yo dude! Get your ass up! Kevin!” I felt a slap on my neck. The realm disappeared and I found myself drooling on a table.
Ahead of me two young men were standing. “Check this out Carl! He’s fucking daydreaming again! Reality check; DUMBASS!” and I heard the voice of two people laughing hysterically. “Oh great, back to reality.” I said as I regained my consciousness. “Kevin, you daydream too much fucktard, you should probably go see a doctor. Anyway get your ass up now; it’s time to go home.” “Yeah right, I apologize, let’s go. John, Carl.” I seconded before walking out of school, into the humdrummy, eventless streets of Texas.
Back to reality. Who am I?
Before we continue my story, I should introduce myself for real, even though I don’t like the real me.
So who am I? If you can take a synopsis then I’m the fat loser, I’m the nerd and I’m the retard.
Precisely, my name is Kevin and I am a 16 years old obese teenager, I’m an O-ta-ku. That’s the Japanese term for someone who takes pride in the Asian culture and that is literally me, I watch Japanese cartoons known as anime, I wear Japanese t-shirts, I listen to Japanese music, I read Japanese comics; And I wish I could have sex with Japanese women. I always feel special, whether I’m special or not remain an unanswered question, everyone thinks I’m special though, but not in a good way.
I daydream a lot and I “night dream” even more, my dreams know no limits and my only wish to share them with people I know, I feel as if my dreams hold my real identity. The “me” the “myself” and the “I” are in there, living happily inside. While in reality, I’m nothing more than a fat useless “corpse”. Literally.
I was born in Shanghai, China, from an American father and an Asian mother, Chinese. After they got married, I came to be along with Carl. After a while we moved to New York, that’s where Maria was born. And now we live in Texas because of my father’s job.
Moreover, I’m the smartest guy in school, not because I’m Asian, I’m ‘Murican. Girls keep refusing to talk to me, not that I need them anyway. Carl is my old twin brother, he’s about 15 seconds older than me, and he annoys the crap out of me with that fact every-goddamn-day while asking for my respect, little does he know that respect is earned not given. Whilst John is my younger sister, her real name is Maria, but she prefers to be referred to as John? Hahaha, weird right? Yeah. Tell me about it.
Now that you know “me” I think it’s time to tell you my story, so let’s skip these three months of boredom and school routine into the first day of summer.
The weird salesman and the notebook.
Time skip: 3 months later.
“Yay! Three months of boredom have finally ended.” I thought to myself as I woke up happily. Today is the first day of summer, I won’t have to go to school now, I can truly enjoy myself, “Hmm, what should I do? Maybe more sleeping…No no, that’s not good, maybe play some video games, right…Yes yes I’ll go watch the new series Tok…” My mom breached the door and thrusted into my room interrupting my thoughts. “No more sleeping kiddo! Pack up! We are travelling.” She said in a childish voice, and she left. I was intrigued, where were we going? Whatever, I’ll just go bid farewell to Christie, my best friend, actually my only friend.
I wore my shorts, sandals and a neat t-shirt, washed my face, brushed my teeth and ate my breakfast and climbed down the stairs. She lives far, so I decided I’d take my dad’s car since going on foot would be a waste of time and energy, especially for a fat guy like me. My dad didn’t object, he happily lent me the keys to his minivan, so I went to the garage, opened the door, started the engine and hit the road.
After reaching the main road the Texas decided not to be friendly with me anymore, it hit me with a terrible traffic instead, not that the situation was that bad alright, I was already close to her house so I parked and continued on foot. I’ve known this city for a long time, so I decided to take a shortcut, the streets were dark and somehow creepy, I really hated them since my childhood. The shortcut would save me lots of time, so I entered the real Texas, the Texas behind the neat street, the big malls, the luxurious houses and let’s just describe it in one word: miserable. But it is okay, I’m used to it. They say that when you live with someone for a long time, you know who they really are; I’d say that the same rule applies to places including cities.
Anyway, as I penetrated the dark alley I felt a weird presence; someone was around stalking me, someone abnormal. My thoughts came to be when suddenly an old man popped out, “I was right but I was wrong too” I thought to myself. Indeed, I was right, because the old geezer did admit that he’s been stalking me since I entered the alley, but then again I was wrong, because he was just a normal hairy old man. Yes, that’s an easy-to-distinguish characteristic of his, he had hair, he had lots of hair just like your typical homeless old guy, he had a very long beard and a ponytail but decent hygiene and he also wore a pretty nice suit with a golden watch and neat leather shoes, that’s all I could see, I didn’t stare much, instead I said: “You are in the way Sir, I’m afraid you’ll have to let me pass.” “Sorry, but I have been waiting for you young man.” he replied. I was shocked, I asked him who is he; he said that he is the salesman. “Which company are you from?” I said” “Dreams Co.” he continued in an eloquent manner, he told me that he came to make my dreams coming true by selling me one of his notebooks, they each cost 10 Dollars, but they didn’t have the same size. The only thing more surprising than the old man’s words and behavior was the beauty of the notebooks, they weren’t the cheap kind, they were black and coated with leather and had nice patterns engraved into them, and a text in the back and as you hold them you can feel a sinister presence in the air, words cannot describe them…I pulled out 30$ and said that I’m taking the three. “No, for your own sake, don’t get greedy; you can only buy one, so which size will you take the three, four or the five?” The five was too big to fit in my pocket and the three would just be a waste because of its really really small size, so I took the four. The man seemed to be really happy, he blabbered “One down, two to go and I’ll be free.” “What?” I asked, then he said “Nevermind son, thank you! Have fun!” “The man is really dumb, offering such a bargain and thanking me? Well whatever I’ll just make use of it.” I thought before leaving the dark alley rejoiced, not realizing that the damned notebook was about to change my life.
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