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Innocence. Purity. Trust. One thing we all have in common is, we all are born with these things.
Another thing we have in common, is that we all lose these things. It's an inevitability. You may lose it after your first love cheats on you. A person you fantasized spending the rest of your life with, engaging in the most sacred act you two have ever shared in. The thoughts, the tortures, the why, all rushing through your head. One day after that, it could have taken a day, it could take 2 years, you see what happened, and what happens is what has always been destined to happen. The loss of your innocence, purity, and trust.
Perhaps when your parents divorced and you got to see the evil that can be brought on from their relationship. One that meant the world to you, but it's become out as nothing but lies, anger, and spite, and you're in the middle. Every little argument, comment, dispute, mocking you, constantly about the cruelties of the world. Eventually, lose what you were always destined to lose. Your innocence, purity, and trust.
Ofcourse, who can possibly forget death. The greatest of all inevitabilities, one that has haunted world since life came to be. Like the time when you and your best friend were walking down the street, coming home from Dairy Queen, where you two fulfilled your craving for a Oreo Blizzard. You guys rented that movie with your favorite actor and you wanted to catch it before your friend had to go home. But that car driving 45 MPH through a residential zone had different ideas. It took a sharp turn and hit your friend, almost the exact moment you heard the car, is the exact moment that car sped off. Nothing is left but a bloody friend with a blank stare. Maybe then your innocence, purity, and trust escaped your previously pristine body and mind.
Then, there was that time when I was 16. The time when I was getting ready to start my new life with the person of my dreams. I was waiting for her to come pick me up. She had always been a traditionally fast driver, and I was waiting for her call to update me on her location. She was in Minnesota by now, only a few short hours until my perfect life, with the perfect person, was to begin.
The phone rings, it's her. She was crying. Apparently she had some inconvenience involving her car and a ditch. She was distraught. But I knew what I had to do, almost immediately, it was time for me to start hitchhiking. No problem, I gathered my things, and left. Walked out the door.
My first thought was to stop at a local gas station, find someone I knew from high school or something, and have them drive me to Iron Mountain, to drop me off at Taco Bell, just say something like "I was supposed to meet a friend around there and my ride didn't show, if you're going up there, would it be a problem if I tagged along." and they'd give me a ride. As luck would have it, that's exactly what I did. It was Ashley and her friends. After the drive, they asked if I wanted to eat with them. I politely declined and went on my way. To the next gas station.
From this point on, I'm Nick Logan. I was going to get to my destination, and no one is going to know who I was. As Nick Logan, I met these girls who were very sympathetic to my plight. They supplied me with money, food, and a ride to as far as they could go. That happened to be a small town called Watersmeet. The driver had to make it home or she'd get grounded. They dropped me off, wished me well, and I walked into a bar. No visible gas stations were around. Being such a small town, and the time, a stranger in the bar sparked interest.
I told them my story. Nick Logan, from Chicago's story, to be exact. A friendly lady wanted to give me the ride. Not just "A" ride "The" ride. To my destination, deep in Alberta, Canada. Victory, was in fact, mine. All she needed was some supplies, money, and we would be on our way. We drove to a casino, a friend was there who would loan her the cash. I sat in the car, waiting for her return. The driver's seat opened and a very upset person got in. Yelling, asking who I was, then, my door opened, and I felt a shot to the back of the head. Someone punched me.
A short fight ensued. I got angered, punched a guy, he fell down. In a fit of rage, I threw a man in front of a moving car. Yelling, and screaming was all I heard. The woman had ran afoul of her boyfriend. He was under the impression that her and I were 'together'. Amidst the pandemonium, I ran off. Into the cold. looking at the sky. It was a cold night, and as I saw cops lights flash and people pointing at me, as clearly as I could see my breath come from my mouth, I saw my innocence, purity, and trust float into nothingness with it.
The short story yabove, is pretty much a direct transcript of what happend "that night", highlighting the interesting parts. It's part validation. Partly for your entertainment. I put a lot of effort into it. And, although I wrote this for the purpose of entertainment, this story is very dear, personal to me. Any comments one wishes to give on it, should go directly to me. Have a great day. And I want feedback. Have a great day.
Another thing we have in common, is that we all lose these things. It's an inevitability. You may lose it after your first love cheats on you. A person you fantasized spending the rest of your life with, engaging in the most sacred act you two have ever shared in. The thoughts, the tortures, the why, all rushing through your head. One day after that, it could have taken a day, it could take 2 years, you see what happened, and what happens is what has always been destined to happen. The loss of your innocence, purity, and trust.
Perhaps when your parents divorced and you got to see the evil that can be brought on from their relationship. One that meant the world to you, but it's become out as nothing but lies, anger, and spite, and you're in the middle. Every little argument, comment, dispute, mocking you, constantly about the cruelties of the world. Eventually, lose what you were always destined to lose. Your innocence, purity, and trust.
Ofcourse, who can possibly forget death. The greatest of all inevitabilities, one that has haunted world since life came to be. Like the time when you and your best friend were walking down the street, coming home from Dairy Queen, where you two fulfilled your craving for a Oreo Blizzard. You guys rented that movie with your favorite actor and you wanted to catch it before your friend had to go home. But that car driving 45 MPH through a residential zone had different ideas. It took a sharp turn and hit your friend, almost the exact moment you heard the car, is the exact moment that car sped off. Nothing is left but a bloody friend with a blank stare. Maybe then your innocence, purity, and trust escaped your previously pristine body and mind.
Then, there was that time when I was 16. The time when I was getting ready to start my new life with the person of my dreams. I was waiting for her to come pick me up. She had always been a traditionally fast driver, and I was waiting for her call to update me on her location. She was in Minnesota by now, only a few short hours until my perfect life, with the perfect person, was to begin.
The phone rings, it's her. She was crying. Apparently she had some inconvenience involving her car and a ditch. She was distraught. But I knew what I had to do, almost immediately, it was time for me to start hitchhiking. No problem, I gathered my things, and left. Walked out the door.
My first thought was to stop at a local gas station, find someone I knew from high school or something, and have them drive me to Iron Mountain, to drop me off at Taco Bell, just say something like "I was supposed to meet a friend around there and my ride didn't show, if you're going up there, would it be a problem if I tagged along." and they'd give me a ride. As luck would have it, that's exactly what I did. It was Ashley and her friends. After the drive, they asked if I wanted to eat with them. I politely declined and went on my way. To the next gas station.
From this point on, I'm Nick Logan. I was going to get to my destination, and no one is going to know who I was. As Nick Logan, I met these girls who were very sympathetic to my plight. They supplied me with money, food, and a ride to as far as they could go. That happened to be a small town called Watersmeet. The driver had to make it home or she'd get grounded. They dropped me off, wished me well, and I walked into a bar. No visible gas stations were around. Being such a small town, and the time, a stranger in the bar sparked interest.
I told them my story. Nick Logan, from Chicago's story, to be exact. A friendly lady wanted to give me the ride. Not just "A" ride "The" ride. To my destination, deep in Alberta, Canada. Victory, was in fact, mine. All she needed was some supplies, money, and we would be on our way. We drove to a casino, a friend was there who would loan her the cash. I sat in the car, waiting for her return. The driver's seat opened and a very upset person got in. Yelling, asking who I was, then, my door opened, and I felt a shot to the back of the head. Someone punched me.
A short fight ensued. I got angered, punched a guy, he fell down. In a fit of rage, I threw a man in front of a moving car. Yelling, and screaming was all I heard. The woman had ran afoul of her boyfriend. He was under the impression that her and I were 'together'. Amidst the pandemonium, I ran off. Into the cold. looking at the sky. It was a cold night, and as I saw cops lights flash and people pointing at me, as clearly as I could see my breath come from my mouth, I saw my innocence, purity, and trust float into nothingness with it.
The short story yabove, is pretty much a direct transcript of what happend "that night", highlighting the interesting parts. It's part validation. Partly for your entertainment. I put a lot of effort into it. And, although I wrote this for the purpose of entertainment, this story is very dear, personal to me. Any comments one wishes to give on it, should go directly to me. Have a great day. And I want feedback. Have a great day.