2 Chapter 1

I looked out the moving window, trees whipped past. A constant blur of green and brown. Soft music played in the background though I wasn't paying it any attention. No, I was more fixated on what laid ahead. 

Sometimes I get these weird visions, don't get e wrong they're not real, nor do they predict the future in any way. My mind is just so messed up that it makes up these weird scenarios, and my imagination, being the incredibly vivid monster that it is, makes them play out in my head. Almost like I'm watching a movie. Sometimes they're good but most of the time they're bad. The worst part is I can't stop them, they just run through me like a river of emotion. The only person who could ever get them to stop was my older brother Ted. He moved away to college last year and it's been hard on me. I never see him anymore, he used to call daily, then weekly, then monthly until he just stopped completely. 

This past year I've found myself having flashbacks to when he was a part of my life. When everything was perfect because I had him. To this day he's still my role model but most importantly my friend. Just thinking about him brings me to tears. I would do anything to see his crooked smile again. 

I didn't realize I'd been crying till my dad forcefully shook my knee, snapping me out of my thoughts. "James... James! Are you crying?! You know how I feel about the shit, stop it now." He spoke in a warning tone as if asserting his opinion on me yet again. My father was a simple man. He believed in two things, women and beer. Basically the stereotypical jock just grownup to be a father. I often imagine him as a student and can't find any difference between the two, well besides the age difference of course. I just hope I don't turn into the man. I don't think I'd ever be able to forgive him. I'm pretty sure he hates me for that exact reason, he thinks I'll never be good enough when his definition of "good enough" is himself, pretty pretentious if you ask me. 

I sat back against the seat turning my attention away from my thoughts and focusing on the road. I closed my eyes and listened to the soft pitter-patter of the rain above me, shattering the windshield. I let it consume me, I slowly let my muscles relax letting myself be taken by a peaceful sleep. The distant sound of music and rain played in my head like a symphony, echoing through my half unconscious mind before my breaths evened out and I was left to dream of the future that was mear minutes ahead of me.