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This was me.

That antisocial, awkward lowlife, living in a home all to myself. A home totally devoid of life, except for mine. In fact, you probably can't even call it a life; I spend every minute of every day sitting here, in this lifeless shelter of walls, waiting for the day that I become old, decrepit, and get moved to a little village filled with other old, wrinkly meatbags.

Do I have a job? No, and I don't need one. My parents gave me all their money in their will. They were very rich, you see. It's a real shame that they both died in a boating accident. Their bodies are somewhere in the Pacific Ocean. Anyway, combine that big load of cash with the fact that the home I'm living in is being paid for by my (also very rich) uncle, and I'm set for life. At least, that's what you'd think, anyway.

In the long run, does being set for life even mean anything if you're just living in solitude? Sure, I go outside, I take a few walks, I try to get into small talk with people, but none of that seems to have a long-lasting effect on my social life. In the end, I'm still totally alone, here. No friends, no family except an uncle who doesn't even want to speak to me and lives states away, and no pets. In fact, the only reason why he paid for the home was because my parents asked him to, in the event that they should pass away. My uncle would only agree to pay for the house if I didn't keep any pets, since he believed that animals make life unstable over time. I never quite understood why he had such harsh feelings towards animals, but I respected his requirement nonetheless. After all, better to live alone in a home than live alone on the streets.

You know who I talk to everyday? No one. No one except myself. I'm the only one there for me, and I'm the only one who doesn't seem to have a real life.

When I go for my walks, I notice the people look happy. They look like they're enjoying theirselves. They're usually accompanied by another person, or with a dog. That's a life.

I don't have any friends, and probably never did, considering they all left me, left me to rot in this tiny little area, a long road with a row of homes to its left, and a field to its right, and a hill at the intersection. I call this road "The Lonely Road".

Over the hill is a chicken farm. Two large hen houses with deplorable metal roofs and wooden blue walls. Of course, it smells horrible. The stench often spreads to the exterior of most of the homes on the Lonely Road. It gets so bad that I sometimes cancel my walks because of it. I wish they'd just shut them down.

Actually, that makes me think...what the hell is it even there? There's plenty of empty fields where they could have been instead. Why were they built here, in an already terrible place to live? Is it just a further "ha, ha" from the people who ruined my life? That, I'll never know.

Anyway, yes, where was I? Ah, yes, I remember now. I was supposed to be talking about that...event, so to speak. That event that sort of changed my life, I guess. Saying it changed my life is a bit of a stretch though, because like everything else that rarely happens here, it didn't have much impact. After all, I'm still stuck here, in his foul-smelling, friendless hellhole with no one to accompany, and no one to be accompanied by. I was not alone for about a week, and if my uncle found out what happened, he'd cut off the house payments right then and there. But the things they said to me, the things they taught me...they were invaluable lessons. They'll stick with me until the day I die, which will probably be within the walls of this very home...actually, no, it's not a home. It's a prison. I can't move out, mainly due to the fact that I'm saving all of my parents' money. At first, I thought I would have ended up using it at some point for something really important, but I didn't. I knew if I moved somewhere, my uncle wouldn't pay, and all that money would be gone eventually. Sure, I could afford food to last me a lifetime, but not when combined with paying for a home, electricity, water service, Internet...you get the idea.

Do I wish I could have went with them? Yes, I do. Very much. But I know that will never happen. I wouldn't be surprised one bit if they never came back. I get the feeling you already know who "they" is. After all, there's a whole cult or something filled with people who know what "they" are. In that case, I feel no need to explain who "they" are. I will, however, tell you how "they" entered and left my life in a flash. Grab a drink and take a seat, because you're gonna be here a little while.