The Nerd’s Narrative Chapter One
This is what I waited for.. and yet it wasn’t.
It was a small bedroom.. dark……. middle of the house.. lack of windows… There was a presence of dust, and heat had a habit of building up in the bedroom. Clothes were hanging on a drawer that was adjacent to the bed. Books stacked upon books upon the side of a desk opposite the bed with a labtop occupying the center. It was stared upon by a certain person, the boy well… a boy in mind at least, was confused. Possibilities flew through his mind. Sure he could play a video game, but he lacked the energy. and by energy he did not mean electrical power but simple motivation. He lacked motivation for just about anything.
It was nice when he had school and he could come home and use video games as a form of relief from the burden of writing essays, solving mathematical problems, or balancing chemical equations. But this… this was not some type of self reward… this games were just boring now. There was no adrenaline, no excitement… no feeling…. it was just him, the controller and some screen that would soon be turned off.
This boy… well this 17 year old, had a companion… that much was true, but this companion existed in his own little world. Imaginary friend would be one way of describing this “individual” but he was more of an imaginary judge… a judge that would taunt the boy, remind the boy of what a failure he was. He was a judge that had all the answers… because that is how he was designed. The boy felt a hand on his shoulder… a hand that he knew was not really there.
” What are you doing?”
“nothing.. what do you care?”
The boy looked to his left to see a 17 year old “man” wearing a black trench coat and a black fedora on his head. The “man” had the same eye color as the boy, the same haircut, the same hair color, he had the same skin tone. This man was an exact replica of the boy… aside from the clothing, and the fact that he was perfect.
” I know there is a carnival this week, why don’t you go?, maybe you could meet some people.”
” What do you care? your not even real.”
” I could be, if you would a be a man and grow up”
” I’m not having this conversation with you again.”
” just go man”
” I’m not wasting my money just for some cheap thrills and to see people at school that I hate.”
” Because that is so much worse than sitting in front of a monitor bored out of your mind?”
” Why are you such a smartass?”
The ghost smiled
” because that’s how you made me.”
The boy took a deep sigh.. he took a look at the jeans that were hanging beside him. Before he lifted himself up from his chair and moved to get dressed.