Memories of a distant past
Hello there, peoples of the internets! My name is Dr.Equinox and I am here to bring you all a very special story from me. I hope you all like it. Oh and also : Copyright rights go to Hasbro and all the other company's out there. Trust me if I owned MLP it would be a lot different. No longer a kids show...Never mind. On with da story!
Hello there. I am...well I don't know exactly what I am anymore. As for who I am it is not important. What is important is my story, what I am doing here and talking to you about. It is strange I will admit but if you give me the chance I can explain most of it in a somewhat acceptable amount of detail. I say it like this because I don't even know half of it ,in a logical sense. Oh I'm droning off aren't I? So sorry that happens when your like me. let me start from the beginning...
It started out as an alright day in my standards, sunny but not to hot, just the right amount of clouds, and nothing to bother me as my roommate had left on a trip to Europe a week back. It was an amazing day to be outside. Exactly where I was not, as I was currently sleeping away anything that was considered a 'job'. Until I was awoken from my slumber by my roommate calling me.
*ring*
ugh...
*ring*
Ugh...
*ring*
Ugh...Noise! Shut Up!
*ring*
Fine.Be that way phone.
So I pushed myself to the left side of my bed and ,without opening my eyes, reached over and grabbed my phone from the nightstand and clicking the call button.
"Hello?" I croaked out.
"Hey Matt!" my roommate ,James, screeched into my ears. Ouch.
"Hey James. How's Europe?" I asked.
"Well its like you described it. Full of racist assholes."
'I don't remember saying that.'
"I'm guessing you didn't have a good time?"
"Oh no I had I'm having a great time! I just met a few racist along the way."
"Well that's-' but I was cut off by James.
"Oh yeah you should wake up now ,the audience doesn't want this much of a boring beginning."
I chuckled at that. We used to always talk as if we were in a story. Those time were fun. But he's right I do need to get up. So as I was getting up from my bed, the sheets falling off me as I sat up, I asked the main question on my mind.
"Um, hey James?"
"Yo.?'
I got really silent for a minute. Then I took a deep breath and worked up the courage to ask again.
"James?" I asked quietly, my voice shaking.
"Yeah?" He responded monotone.
"...Why do you keep haunting me?"
"..." Silence was my answer for a moment.
"Cause you can't seem to let go of the past kid."
and then like that, I woke up again, gasping for breath.
Another one. Dam that was the fourth time this month. Why can't I just let go and accept it? Like he wanted? They always stuck with me no matter where I go. They follow me everywhere, every time I turn a corner there's one there. I hate it so much. Why am I so hung up on it now? Its been years and only now have they resurfaced. I don't know why. I just ... don't know.
All through-out my inner monologue I did my regular getting-up routine. Get some clothes on, brush my teeth, etc. After that I went downstairs and ,while making myself some coffee, I noticed it was raining.
' Hmm I guess the weather was part of the dream to. Seems today is going to be a sad day today. Ugh.'
So while I waited ,I stared into the rain, it bringing back memories of the past.
He was there, in his hospital bed just sitting there, slowly dying. I walked up to his bed and sat down on a nearby chair, close enough to where we could touch. He looked over at me and smiled , and with a deep breath he said:
"Hey bud, how's it going?"
His name is James, he is about 42 ,has climbed three mountains, and is my best friend even though he is twenty years older than me.
"Good man, just worried about you."
Quiet recently on one of our hiking trips he had gotten sick with some deadly virus because of a mosquito or something. By the time we got back it was obvious how bad this was affecting him. Soon enough he was coughing up blood because of organs starting to fail. So we took him to the hospital, as his insistence had stopped us before.
"Uh about that bud,"
'No.'
"I have gotten some...unfortunate news"
'Please, Please no.'
"it seems that I've gotten a bit too far into this virus for me to be able to get out of."
'Don't you dare.'
He sighed seeing my head down and my body trembling. So with some effort he reached over, an iv still in his arm, and put his hand on my shoulder. I looed up to see his face. He was very pale, his brown eyes all bloodshot, his beard obviously not tended to same with his brown hair. He spoke in a gruff voice and said to me:
"Now don't you start mopping again. I can't have you depressed again because of me."
"But your the reason I got out of it! Your the only reason I didn't kill myself when I had the chance! How can I just forget you?!" I cried out at him. He was the only reason I could find after I lost my family, I couldn't last. Then one day, as I went to the forest with my fathers .500 to finally end it when he came out of nowhere and tackled me. He went on and on about how stupid it was to kill myself and eventually convinced me I could live a good life. After that we had seen more and more of each other and eventually went on trips and such. But now he was dying because of a tiny little insect.
Right, back to the bed.
After he said that I had retaliated with an example of how he stopped me, but he kept dismissing that as saying that was an act of 'fate' or something. While we were sitting there he suddenly reached over and hugged me to his chest.
"Son, I need you to listen to me. I'm ah need you to get ready to live something brand new, something you and me have never seen before in a way that no man on this good, green earth could ever experience here."
I was confused by this and was going to ask him what he meant but he didn't stop there.
"I knew for a while that you were special, but now I can feel it. You, son, are going someplace rarely travelled, someplace untouched by the hands of man. And I need you to give a good impression for m-me al-alri-ight?"
Confused by his sudden speech I looked and saw him coughing into his hand, blood filling it up. As I saw this I screamed for anyone who could help, anyone but I think we both could tell that was the final time we would be speaking. In this world at least.
Little did I know that the words that reverberated around in my head would soon make much more sense, cause I wasn't going to be here for much longer.
