Chapter 1: Chapter 1 - Life
"IT IS SOOOOO COLD"
That was currently the only thought in the self-proclaimed music genius, Eric Sullivan's, head right now. He was tall, about 6 feet, but he wasn't the healthiest looking guy on the block. A black hoodie with vibrant blue stripes covered his thin, almost malnourished looking body. This was a guy that Grandmothers would love to invite to their homes to stuff like a thanksgiving turkey. Eric's body wasn't thin because he didn't eat, it was thin because of a rare condition by which his body would simply not be able to form more than a centimeter of fat beneath his tanned skin. Most, especially teenage girls, would see this condition as a blessing but to Eric it was nothing but a nuisance. He was extremely cold in this annoying winter storm that was disgracing his presence at the small town of Cary. Cary was in Raleigh in USA, fairly close to the tropics, it was rare to see temperature drop below 50 degrees but this winter was different. The scientists were screaming their lungs off at UNICEF and EPA meetings currently being held to discuss the previously deemed impossible event but Eric was only bothered about the long walk of 20 seconds to his home from his car parked directly in front of the entrance to his apartment complex.
In his defense, it REALLY was cold. Almost 20 inches of snow carried by 30 mph winds and the sun-blotting cloud covers that protected the toasty temperature of -10 degrees below them. This was the storm that faced Eric's most insulting look of disdain. However, no matter how much Eric scowled at the storm, the wintry weather held strong so he had no choice but to trek through the snow and fight the winds to the door behind which lay the heated comforting paradise posed to him by his favorite pass-time of "Staying indoors". Was Eric an introvert? Yes. Was he unsatisfied with his life as an introvert? No. In fact you could even say that he was almost proud of his ability to stay inside for unknown amounts of time and venture into the outside world only to procure the bare minimum required for survival. He had never truly had friends, nor love interests though he had spent quite some time ogling at pictures of Taylor Swift for "research" purposes. His parents had abandoned him at the doorstep of a Catholic Church and he had grown up shackled by the various rules and regulations that the nuns imposed on him. At 15 he ran away and struck out his own in the world. He had done quite well in school and by faking his age he managed to recieve a paid internship at a renowned robotics company. Using his salary and company benefits, he managed to secretly homeschool himself and pass through highschool to join University. He built his entire life with his own hand but because of working so hard all the time he seems to have lost his social abilities.
Eric had managed to gain a well-paying job that only required him to have a few 10 minute chats with other colleagues over the phone every now and then, meaning he could truly pursue his dream of being an introvert through and through. Well, to be fair that wasn't really his dream. His dream was to own a DJ set in his home so he could play the "freshest of beats" while "headbanging" to the "wub wub" sounds of the dubstep music he so loved. Personally I, as a narrator, have no clue as to what is so alluring in this ear damaging coalition of fart noises but who cares about my opinion? Anyway, Eric could spend hours on end with the stereo on the highest possible volume it could muster, jumping on his bed and screaming gibberish which, if meditated on and observed thoroughly, would seem to be some sort of verse or lyric to the music blaring in the room.
After such a session of incomprehensible dancing and screaming that Eric finally fell asleep. Now that the music had stopped, the room seemed extremely peaceful. Perhaps this was because of the chaos that had previously ensued. Eric had no worries in this world, little did he know that this world would soon be out of his reach. he wasn't the most religious person, he would visit church on Christmas and things, perhaps other times, having been brought up in a church, if his conscience insisted but he certainly didn't do that to protect himself from demons or ghost or magical witches. He was mostly a man of reason and logic. If you can't sense it then it doesn't exist - that was his motto. Well, his logic and his reasoning was to be completely disregarded by fate very soon and hopefully he might be taught a lesson ON HOW TO RESPECT HIS NARRATOR.....ahem...excuse me, I seem to have lost my temper for a moment. My ears do ache after having to observe him every moment of his life which unfortunately for me was filled with the deafening explosions this man deemed music. Oh well, onward with the story!
He awoke the very next morning, something seemed off. Oh yes it was his stereo...it was off. He sighed as he was tempted to let it play but he had been warned not to do so in the morning as his neighbors, bless their ears, would complain. Yesterday and today were a couple of the rare occasions during which he had to journey into the outside world. Today was a meeting at his company, one that he couldn't afford to miss. He quickly threw a frozen burrito in the oven making for a heavy breakfast and trifled through his wardrobe for an acceptable outfit. Formal tuxedo with black pants and squared shoes. He thanked his smarts for remembering to get the tux dry-cleaned and ironed a few months back. After ungracefully jumping into his clothes and smoothing out the wrinkles, he wolfed down the burrito, grabbed his keys and prepared himself mentally and emotionally for the hours that he was forced to spend outside. He stood near the front door and looked back one last time to make sure he hadn't left the microwave on. He would have probably looked for longer and appreciated his possessions and the privileges he had if he knew that he would never be seeing them again but of course, he isn't a narrator like me. He can't tell the future like I can so he didn't glance at anything else and firmly grasped the handle. 'Its only a few hours outside anyway' he thought.
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