My name is Alan Brooks, and I...am a loser. I know, great description, huh? But, that's honestly what it is. I live a rather meager life, going to work, playing video games, reading, watching Japanese anime, and daydream. Yep. Daydream. That's me in a nutshell. Oh, and boring, vastly boring. And did I mention...I'm sure you've figured it out by now, self conscience. I suppose I shouldn't be complaining that much. Looks wise, I suppose I'm average at 5 foot 10 inches, and 155 pounds. Okay, maybe a little on the scrawny side, but...what are you gonna do? Genetics combined with no will for real physical activity does that to you.
Today had begun like most days. The good old alarm clock rang faithfully at 6:30 am. I rolled out of bed, showered, changed, and got ready for the day. Thankfully, the bathroom was connected to my bedroom, which made for easy access and I could just walk into the bathroom at night with just my underwear on and not have to worry about disturbing my roommate, Dave, or his girlfriend, Ashley, with images they'd rather not see for the rest of his life. The house we were living in was from my father, a rather successful businessman, died a year and a half ago from cancer, and had left everything to me. Since I knew him for such a long time, I allowed him to live with me to help me pay bills and so I didn't have to live alone.
Anyway, I proceeded outside my room, and into the living room, and found the usual sight, my roommate asleep on the couch with his girlfriend in his arms. The sight irked me a little. Not that they were actively fucking on the couch (at least, I hope not!), they were even fully clothed. It's just that sometimes, they feel asleep together while watching movies or something along those lines, and sometimes don't bother to relocate to his bedroom. The reason why the sight irked me was because I was jealous. Not of the fact that Dave was dating Ashley. I never even knew who she was until he introduced her to me.
No, I was jealous of the fact that he had a relationship at all, something I've never had in my 25 years of existence. It wasn't as though I never tried, but, for the most part, I was either dicked around or politely shot down. Okay, maybe I was a little chicken, but the other two elements are equally true. My failures in this department forced the question of just who would be interested in me anyways?
I suppressed the ugly thoughts, and turned my mind to blank as I arrived for work. I had only just started two weeks ago after leaving my previous occupation, the Marine Corps. Yeah, how about that? Adding insult to injury, a Marine, and still unlucky with women. Yeah, thanks Mr. Recruiter, you liar.
Whatever. My work consisted of mindless stocking in Wal-Mart, just something to hold me over until I started school full time. The day droned on as usual, a couple of short conversations with some of my co-workers, nothing really interesting. At long last, the day ended, and I got to come home to my empty life. At least, that's what it felt like to me, empty. Because of my personality, my interaction with most people is poor at best. I first noticed this in school, when I began to actively read books while in study hall or lunch, to the amusement of many.
I mean, seriously, who among the socially accepted reads books in school when they don't have to? In my experience, nearly zero. And while everyone else talked about the latest gossip or sports or whatever held their interest, I find most of these conversations boring. Sure, I can talk about how many of us wish the Miami Heat empire would come crumbling to the ground, or whether or not we'll ever see Floyd and Manny fight, but beyond that, I lose interest. Now if someone wanted to discuss Bleach or Naruto, I would be all over that. But...that just doesn't happen.
Back to my empty life, yeah. At the end of the day, I see everyone else happy with their significant other, yet I get to sit home all by myself with no one to really relate to. I almost feel like House in this regard, aside from the broken leg and Vicoden addiction, along with an awe inspiring wit. When I came home, I saw that my roommate was gone, who worked night shifts as supervisor at the local McDonalds.
"Yay, time alone." I muttered to myself, sighing. As if I didn't have enough of that. Did I also admit that I was depressed? It sucks to be alone constantly like this, and naturally, I have no one to blame but myself, which made things worse. I used to try to open up and go out, trying to blend in, but that made things even worse. At least like this, I was somewhat content, having put the life of drinking and partying behind me. Depressed, yes, but at least I'm not an addict. After a few hours on some faithful Call of Duty, I decided to take a break and step outside to stare at the stars. I wouldn't call it star-gazing, for I feel that would be an insult to those who really do star-gazing, but I like to look at them from time to time, such as tonight. They really were nice, and the summer air, though humid, wasn't that bad at night. I would like to think that the stars could grant my wishes, maybe find a girlfriend, or give me a purpose to live rather than this drone existence that I currently live with. So far though, nothing.
I decided that since the weather was nice, I would go out for a nice walk. There was a local recreational area that consisted of a couple of basketball and baseball courts, along with a trail that circled the park completely. Of course, at this time of night, since it was almost 11 at night, no one was up here, except for a few strays, doing whatever it was they were doing. I minded my business and continued my walk alone. I was at one of the more obscure points in the trail when a sound caught my ears. It was whispers. Paying it no mind at first, I proceeded on my walk, figuring that there were others walking along the trail, but the whispers grew louder, and no one was in sight, and I caught parts of the conversation.
"You sure your wife won't mind?" A soothing and very sensual woman's voice asked.
"What she don't know won't hurt her." A male voice responded, which was slurring slightly. 'What an asshole.' I thought to myself. The woman giggled.
"Oh, you're bad." She responded.
"That's right, but enough about that, let's get started." The man said.
'Really? The two of you are about to get it on here?' I was walking a little more quietly at this point, for I didn't know who they were are how they would react if I disturbed them.
"Before we do, there's something I'd like to tell you, and that is that I hate unfaithful men, and that's why you are going to be my meal tonight."
"What the hell?" The guy asked as I stopped and thought the same thing. I then heard the beginnings of a scream, which was cut off before it could get too loud. I was frozen in my tracks. My first instinct was to reach in my pockets for my cell phone, only to find there was none. Fuck! Well, who expects to happen on a murder while walking around a 'peaceful' park? Well, time to follow my next instinct. Run away! And so I ran. I didn't know who or what was going on, and I certainly didn't want to find out by myself. However, I didn't make it but a handful of steps before a figure suddenly appeared in front of me, causing me to stop.
It was a woman, with all black hair that stretched to her lower back, along with a black shirt and jeans. I didn't take the time to observe the rest of her, for I was too busy staring at the blood running from the corners of her mouth, along with her blood red eyes. Once again, I was frozen, and she took several steps toward me.
"Odd, usually no one comes out this far at this time." She said as she approached.
Oh...shit. I'm about to die. The only move I made was to take a step back in fear. However, one step was all I could manage.
"Sorry, but I can't allow any witnesses." She said, now barely a few feet from me, and it was here that I noticed that she had fangs.
Well, if there was a bright side to this, at least someone is going to put me out of my misery, I realized, and closed my eyes, and waited. And waited. And waited. Nothing was happening. I dared to open my eyes, to find that her head was cocked and was looking at me curiously.
"Why did you resign yourself to death so easily?" She asked.
"Wh-what?"
"Most people beg for their lives, or at the very least, attempt to fight back, but you did neither. Is it because you are a coward? Or that you want to die?"
"Uh..."
"I sense...loneliness...in you...not unlike my own." She seemed to be drifting in thought, then straightened her head.
"I'll spare you on the condition that you do not speak of the events tonight, understand?" I dumbly nodded my head.
