1 Ch.1 Chaos

Earth

Recorded Date: 2020 AD

"I never understood, why I'm here ya know? I never asked to exist. I had no say in my existence, yet I'm expected to pointlessly work to contribute to a society that isn't even welcoming. If you don't actively help you're looked down on, if you are in a bad position you're kicked for it and spit on. Yet if you try to take your own life, you're forced to be kept alive, and restrained for doing so. The only option is to assimilate."

"Is that how you truly feel about it? That's your view on the world?" Asked the concerned feminine voice.

"You think I just said that for shits and giggles then?" I said while rolling my eyes.

"Why don't we end our session here for today then Cyrious?" She responded with a smile. A smile of helplessness that came familiar to me.

"I guess" I replied as I stood to reach for my jacket.

"Hopefully we can start working out why your pessimism is zeroed in towards society's negatives by next week." Chirped Rachel, my current therapist.

"If you say so doc." My parting words as I walk out the door not bothering to look back.

"Always such a negative nancy." I hear as the door shuts. Continuing my way navigating out of the office building, I notice there's no one in the waiting room, and praise the fact there's no secretary.

'One of the few reasons I choose this practice. Almost never anyone to interact with besides her.' I think to myself while finishing exiting the office complex. As I exit the final automatic doors and the smell of the city breezes through my nose, it really hits me.

'Here I stand, 27 years old, 20-fucking-7 long ass years. Surviving on mediocrity, depression, and finely corked well aged rage. With my only excuses being what I just told my therapist and the fact I wasn't born to the elite to make up for my lack of drive.'

"Fuck it" I mumble to myself, if I haven't gotten anywhere by now its not really worth anything. 'And I'll be damned if I walk back into that fucking kitchen tomorrow' I think. Suddenly feeling my pent up anger coming uncorked, as if something washed through my head I began to think

'So in my last act of anything, we're just gonna see what it takes to end it.' Feeling myself become mentally dull, I just keep waking straight. A smile of ignorance comes across my face but it doesn't seem to stem from me.. I begin a stride through the parking lot. Eliciting honks, glares, and profanities I couldn't hear with their windows rolled up, and I kept walking. Onto the sidewalk and with a casual pace onto the main street. A part of me wanted to stop myself, but a much larger part of me wanted to watch everything burn.

A public bus on it's route swerved, honked, and braked. It ends up crashing onto the median in the road blocking whatever may have been behind it. Honks and sounds of metal crunching began in orchestra, I'm sure I definitely heard more than a few tires pop. My head turns as I stare down the driver who looks to be in the middle of an existential crisis, a smirk creeps upon my face but my mind is drenched in turmoil.

As I pass onto the other side of the road multiple cars have pulled over or swerved not-so gracefully off to the side to avoid being hit by the bus or to check out the scene unfolding. As everyone began watching, a man stepped out of his silver truck and began yelling.

"ARE YOU FUCKING BLIND? YOU SNACKED ON A FEW EXTRA CHROMOSOMES BEFORE WALKING OUTSIDE TODAY?"

Taken back by the improv'd insult my body snickers and keeps walking. Before even taking 3 more steps it changes into full on laughter before I respond.

"Well thats probably more than a bit offensive now isn't it sir?" As true as this is, its not what I want to be saying right now. Or maybe I do?The man, who now is clearly more angry than when the spit flew out of his mouth earlier, audibly exhales a massive breathe from his nose and begins walking after me. 'Long strides' I note as I keep my pace. Before I take another 2 steps my left knee buckles and before it even hit the asphalt I notice my breathing has become considerably restricted.

'Although the goal was to fuck around and find out this was a bit fast wasn't it?' I think 'And this man had significantly longer strides than I initially thought' added on before the darkness crept up to the corners of my vision.

"Hyuu-" The sound of me gasping for air sends me a reality check that I'm a complete mess before I actually pass out.