CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
Justin never felt more alone than when he was around people and especially when he was trapped with those people in a confined space. Such as on a busy bus, which is where he just happened to be now. At least no one was sitting in the seat beside him, he thought. He looked around at all the boring faces. Mostly old people. Mostly people with no reason to live, he guess. Why else would they be riding a bus? What's strange is that some of them looked happy. Why? What does ANYONE have to be happy about? He saw a good looking girl at the front of the bus, her seat facing in his direction. She has the right to smile, he thought. Nice hair. Nice...coat. He stopped thinking. He couldn't even think about girls right. He couldn't even do anything right. Why didn't he just stand up right now and shout "LIFE IS FUCKING POINTLESS" right there in the middle of the bus? Cause a bit of anarchy at any rate. Open a few minds. Ha! They wouldn't understand...
A good looking guy about Justin's age got on the bus and sat near the good looking girl. This would be interesting, thought Justin. They were bound to start talking. That's how people meet, isn't it? Chance encounter on a bus. Two good looking young people like that were bound to click. Go on, talk to her. People were always telling Justin to be more confident, to talk to people. Perhaps he would if he was normal like this guy was. But no. He didn't talk. Didn't even look at her. They both just sat there, looking pretty. So HOW were people meeting, exactly, if not in situations like this? Justin didn't understand. He gave up and let all thoughts leave him. He felt himself drifting away.
Seval times he almost fell asleep, but woke with a jolt as his head started to slump forward, the way people always do on buses. Embarrassed, he looked around, but no one seemed to have noticed. Somehow this made him feel worse. He leaned against the window and let himself fall asleep properly this time.
It was a light sleep, because he was awake again ten minutes later as an old man sat down beside him. He thought the old man had smiled at him so he looked away quickly. The good looking guy was gone now, but the girl was still there, looking at her mobile phone. Bitch, he thought, then felt ashamed. Why did he hate people doing normal things? The things that EVERYONE but him seemed to enjoy? That was probably the exact reason.
The passengers were leaving, the journey was nearly over. Justin's stop was the last one and there were just three more to go. Interestlingly the hot girl was still there. Justin wondered where she lived. And then she got up and he found himself starting to get up too. What was he doing? This wasn't his stop...and yet as the bus pulled over and the girl got out, he walked to the front and left too, slowly, uncertainly. Well, he wouldn't have to walk too far to get home. He knew where he was and where to go. It would only take him about ten minutes longer than normal, he thought. Not a disaster after all...and the hot girl would be in front of him all the way. Oh yes, and he was please to see what a nice, plump, round ass she had. This was going to work out great...except now she was going the wrong way. Along an alley behind some houses...this wouldn't taken Justin home. He was angry. Angry at himself for getting off here, but more angry at the girl for living in the wrong place. He followed her. Fuck it, he was going to get the most out of this. She seemed to be walking faster. Did she know he was following her? She hadn't even glanced back at him. More likely it was because it had just started to rain. Damn, he'd never been here before. He had no idea there were so many houses. He followed...she was gone? No, she must have went down that street. He went on, hurrying now, desperate for another glimpse, for this whole adventure to have some kind of meaning. But nothing. She was gone. And the rain was getting heavier. Just stopped walking and just stood there.
He thought about his day. How he'd done nothing. He'd went to work, been furthley bored, and had ended up here. He hadn't talked to anyone all day and the day was as good as over now. And tomorrow would be the same. And the next. And the next. He headed back along another alley, in the vague direction of his home. He didn't much care if he ever got there. The rain wasn't even that bad now. He wasn't even going to get soaked. Somehow if he had gotten completely drenched the day would have seemed more worthwhile. That's how bad his life was. He wanted to get soaking wet just so that he could say to himself that something had happened today.
Some teenagers were walking along towards him. Looking at him quite blatantly. Laughing? Yep. Whispering about him? Definitely. This wasn't paranoia, it was really happening. But he'd ignore them, like he always did. He'd just walk by, nothing would happen...and then one of them looked right at him with an annoyingly large grin on his stupid face. Justin couldn't take it.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" he screamed. The teenagers stopped dead in their tracks. They couldn't believe he'd said this. Part of Justin felt like running now. Part of him felt more alive than he ever had before. "LIFE IS fucking...POINTless," he tried to shout the whole thing, but his voice was breaking up. He was crying. And now he was being held from behind. Now he was being punching in the stomach. He dismissed any thought of struggling.
As Justin lay in the alley, the rain now heavily beating down on him, his body aching, a small pool of blood in front of him, he wondered if he'd ever find the strength to get up again. If he did, his life would just go on. More and more days like this one would go by, no matter what happened. No matter how many girls he stalked, no matter how much it rained, no matter even if he got his ass kicked by three 16 year olds. It would go on and it would all be meaningless. And then he'd die. And that's when he heard a girl's voice.
"Oh God, what happened? Are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance...I'll get some help...no, here, let me help you up first." It was the good lucking girl from the bus, standing over him looking concerned, her nice hair and coat now wet. Justin found himself smiling for the first time in what seemed like forever. Maybe this was how people met. Maybe he'd be able to hide the fact that he was a crazy abnormal lunatic from her. Maybe they'd get married!
Or, more likely, he'd never see her again after today.
A good looking guy about Justin's age got on the bus and sat near the good looking girl. This would be interesting, thought Justin. They were bound to start talking. That's how people meet, isn't it? Chance encounter on a bus. Two good looking young people like that were bound to click. Go on, talk to her. People were always telling Justin to be more confident, to talk to people. Perhaps he would if he was normal like this guy was. But no. He didn't talk. Didn't even look at her. They both just sat there, looking pretty. So HOW were people meeting, exactly, if not in situations like this? Justin didn't understand. He gave up and let all thoughts leave him. He felt himself drifting away.
Seval times he almost fell asleep, but woke with a jolt as his head started to slump forward, the way people always do on buses. Embarrassed, he looked around, but no one seemed to have noticed. Somehow this made him feel worse. He leaned against the window and let himself fall asleep properly this time.
It was a light sleep, because he was awake again ten minutes later as an old man sat down beside him. He thought the old man had smiled at him so he looked away quickly. The good looking guy was gone now, but the girl was still there, looking at her mobile phone. Bitch, he thought, then felt ashamed. Why did he hate people doing normal things? The things that EVERYONE but him seemed to enjoy? That was probably the exact reason.
The passengers were leaving, the journey was nearly over. Justin's stop was the last one and there were just three more to go. Interestlingly the hot girl was still there. Justin wondered where she lived. And then she got up and he found himself starting to get up too. What was he doing? This wasn't his stop...and yet as the bus pulled over and the girl got out, he walked to the front and left too, slowly, uncertainly. Well, he wouldn't have to walk too far to get home. He knew where he was and where to go. It would only take him about ten minutes longer than normal, he thought. Not a disaster after all...and the hot girl would be in front of him all the way. Oh yes, and he was please to see what a nice, plump, round ass she had. This was going to work out great...except now she was going the wrong way. Along an alley behind some houses...this wouldn't taken Justin home. He was angry. Angry at himself for getting off here, but more angry at the girl for living in the wrong place. He followed her. Fuck it, he was going to get the most out of this. She seemed to be walking faster. Did she know he was following her? She hadn't even glanced back at him. More likely it was because it had just started to rain. Damn, he'd never been here before. He had no idea there were so many houses. He followed...she was gone? No, she must have went down that street. He went on, hurrying now, desperate for another glimpse, for this whole adventure to have some kind of meaning. But nothing. She was gone. And the rain was getting heavier. Just stopped walking and just stood there.
He thought about his day. How he'd done nothing. He'd went to work, been furthley bored, and had ended up here. He hadn't talked to anyone all day and the day was as good as over now. And tomorrow would be the same. And the next. And the next. He headed back along another alley, in the vague direction of his home. He didn't much care if he ever got there. The rain wasn't even that bad now. He wasn't even going to get soaked. Somehow if he had gotten completely drenched the day would have seemed more worthwhile. That's how bad his life was. He wanted to get soaking wet just so that he could say to himself that something had happened today.
Some teenagers were walking along towards him. Looking at him quite blatantly. Laughing? Yep. Whispering about him? Definitely. This wasn't paranoia, it was really happening. But he'd ignore them, like he always did. He'd just walk by, nothing would happen...and then one of them looked right at him with an annoyingly large grin on his stupid face. Justin couldn't take it.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT?" he screamed. The teenagers stopped dead in their tracks. They couldn't believe he'd said this. Part of Justin felt like running now. Part of him felt more alive than he ever had before. "LIFE IS fucking...POINTless," he tried to shout the whole thing, but his voice was breaking up. He was crying. And now he was being held from behind. Now he was being punching in the stomach. He dismissed any thought of struggling.
As Justin lay in the alley, the rain now heavily beating down on him, his body aching, a small pool of blood in front of him, he wondered if he'd ever find the strength to get up again. If he did, his life would just go on. More and more days like this one would go by, no matter what happened. No matter how many girls he stalked, no matter how much it rained, no matter even if he got his ass kicked by three 16 year olds. It would go on and it would all be meaningless. And then he'd die. And that's when he heard a girl's voice.
"Oh God, what happened? Are you okay? Do you need me to call an ambulance...I'll get some help...no, here, let me help you up first." It was the good lucking girl from the bus, standing over him looking concerned, her nice hair and coat now wet. Justin found himself smiling for the first time in what seemed like forever. Maybe this was how people met. Maybe he'd be able to hide the fact that he was a crazy abnormal lunatic from her. Maybe they'd get married!
Or, more likely, he'd never see her again after today.
