Chapter: Chapter 18: VibrationsHarper If I can't figure out how to use this "thing" inside of me, and figure it out quickly. I will be stuck here forever. I know I don't have long. That much is a sure thing. That creepy man who calls himself Mr. Coulter, actually Nicolas, is just a tall, slender creep. I'm not too fond of the way he looks at me. He has the look of a desperate man, and that makes me think he is growing impatient. He wants something from me, and I can't provide it. Because I honestly cannot, but even if I could, I am sure I wouldn't give him a god damn thing. So what now? Even if I try and practice, if I try to meditate, to focus my mind, they will just stop me. I have this fear of closing my eyes of trying to focus. It is instinct now, muscle memory. My body is restraining itself from concentrating, so I know they have been stopping me. I just don't know-how. There is nothing in this room to help me. Although I feel hopeful to remember more, that hope is quickly falling away as I sea
Last Updated: 2021-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 17: Two Sides CollideRick I met someone. It is still early, but she is beautiful, and her name is Leah. I met her at a grocery store, and we met talking about meat of all things. Funny how the world delivers precisely what you need at the moment you most need it. I've only known Leah two days, but in those couple of days, I feel like she has come to know me better than anyone else, even my family. I feel connected to her like I can tell her anything. She doesn't make me feel any pressure, just comfort. I have never been the kind of man to open up to people, but with her, it is as if the words fall off my tongue. I could tell her anything. So far, we have held hands and a few kisses here and there, but I am a patient man, and this is all enough for now. She says she likes to take things slow. She doesn't want to talk about her past, says it is too hard to talk about and that someday when she is ready, she will reach that point. Last night we went out for dinner; I took her to a roma
Last Updated: 2021-09-24
Chapter: Chapter 16: Flashbacks Harper I am doing much better now. I think I am starting to remember more, to retain more. I am having flashbacks as I sit here on the edge of this bed. My situation no longer feels somber, bleak. There is hope in knowing I at least know who I am. I play with my hair and twist it in circles around my fingers. I've got to look busy for the big screen. I know they are watching. The problem: I have no idea how to control this "thing" inside me—this feeling of force. Something is there, something deep down, a muscle that has been used so many times that yearns to be used again. Yet, I do not remember how. I keep having these flashes where my head rings. I close my eyes for a moment, and I have to put my hands to my head, and I yell out in pain for a moment, and I see all-white for a few moments, but in those minutes, a memory will come through. I've learned a lot already, but none are a completed trail—just bread crumbs. If I can get out of here, I can use those crumbs to find t
Last Updated: 2021-09-18
Chapter: Chapter 15: A Dead Man Named Nicolas Sarkozy Agent Coulter I am a simple man. I used to want nothing more to life than a wife, family, and a lovely cottage near a lake. But once you find out there is more to life than trivial things, it is hard to go back to wanting peasantry. In another life, my name was Nicolas Sarkozy, and I was born in the heart of New York City, but that is the past, and that man is long dead. She killed him long ago, Amelia Harper Edison. I will admit I loved her once when I was a young man filled with life, eagerness, hope, and more. But that man is dead; she made sure he would cease to exist that day she said "no" to him. When I think back on it all now, a much older and prayer man, a wiser man, I believe how cruel of a woman deep down she truly is to have given out the universe and then taken it away so quickly. When I met Amelia, who now calls herself Harper, she was elegant, beautiful, pristine, everything you imagine a woman should be, the pict
Last Updated: 2021-09-13
Chapter: Chapter 14: A Freckled Universe of YouRowan As I lay in a cot in the safe house, all I can do is think of Harper. Headphones on my head, music playing on loud. I have a small journal in my backpack; I never go anywhere without it. It's none of Harper's journals. I re-read one of my favorite poems she wrote. It will always be my favorite one. It is titled: "A Freckled Universe of You": I use to feel purposeless without direction. I found myself days and days of just being in bed, not eating, not showering, just laying - just avoiding the world. I mean, what's the point of being in a world and living in it when the way others live it doesn't make sense to you. So you feel wrong, broken, and lost. What's the p
Last Updated: 2021-09-05
Chapter: Chapter 13: Recipe of LifeCecilia Harper and I met when I was just twelve years old. I had lost my parents to the disease, and I had run away from an orphanage and lived on the streets. Not to drag out a sad story, but she became a mother to me, and later, as I grew older and wiser, I became a teacher to others, so I became her friend, her most trusted. She taught me many things in life, and one of the most important lessons she ever taught me was the "Recipe of Life," and it is this: - 1/2 cup of warmth and kind words - 1/2 cup of joy and good memories - 1 spoon of empathy - 1 pinch of humor Then you stir everything together softly, enjoy, and you'll feel how positive energies are renewed. There has always been something special about Harper that has brought us all together and kept us together as a family. With her gone, more fights have begun about the proper use of the Vortex and the ethics behind it.
Last Updated: 2021-09-05
Chapter: Chapter 10: Love On The BrainAiden I can't believe what is happening. Don just walked in, said all the right things, and here we are inter-twined in a heated make-out session in his family's library. I can't think of anything right now but the way his lips feel against mine, the way his tongue in my mouth sends shivers down my back. I've never felt such electricity. He makes my body feel the rush of being high on drugs, and I feel the warmth of dancing around at the clubs all night, and I love every single moment. He whispers in my ear and grabs my hand, and directs me out of the library, and we head to his room. Before we go into his room, he asks if this is okay, and I say, I want nothing more. He smiles and opens his door. When we enter his room, he dims his lights, opens his balcony window to allow the evening's cool breeze to blow throughout the room, and he puts on music. The first song is "Feel Your Love" by Dimitri Vegas, and I am in shock. I look at him and say I didn't think he listened
Last Updated: 2021-09-26
Chapter: Chapter 9: SunsetDonovan I've had it. I don't want Aiden here. I am a grown man, and I won't tolerate such disrespect. When I match up to his door and knock politely, he dismisses me again, and I can feel my face start to burn. He is an asshole, I tell myself. An arrogant, selfish asshole, and so I whack the door even harder. After all, it is my damn door. When he tells me to piss off, I decide I'll do the opposite, and I use my set of master house keys, and I open the door. There is instant regret upon opening the door, and my face goes from red to white very quickly. I could feel the cluster of heat depart as soon as the shock wave came. Aiden is standing naked with just a bedsheet covering his groin. You can tell it's all he could grab and cover in such a short time. He holds it directly over his penis, which is still very much erect, and after having noticed it, I am blushing. In the heat of the moment, with everything going on, I said some things I didn't mean. I was furious, but now re
Last Updated: 2021-09-21
Chapter: Chapter 8: A Knock On The DoorAiden I make it back to my room successfully. The gay gods came through for me. I quickly change out of my clothes and into gym attire and head for this smaller gym I've had my eye on. It's hidden in the back area of this Castle. The other gym is massive, and I think they have gym parties there or something. I arrive at the gym early, and I am alone. I decided I would punish myself through weight lifting for last night. Trying to get Don off my mind was a bad idea anyway. I mean, I work for the guy. Not sure why I thought a one-night stand would fix everything. I need to start thinking rationally. I'll devise a plan after I slay some demons here in this gym. So I get to work. After I've after begun to build up a sweat and have detoxed my body of last night's impurities, and Don walks in. We make brief eye contact. But I can't stare too long. I need to keep my distance from him. He is everything I want in a man, and that is the very reason I need to stay away. I
Last Updated: 2021-09-19
Chapter: Chapter 7: A Small GymDonovan Do you ever wake up in the mornings, lay on your back, open your eyes, blink a few times, and realize that "yes," "yes," this is reality, and you're a part of it? Your dreams are not real. Oh, what goals I have, and oh how I wish they were my reality. Such plans I have I wish I could tell them to into my reality. Flying cars, animals that could speak, a cruelty-free world, one where all people learn from their pain and everyone finds true love in their perfect image. A perfect match in every way. Image meeting that one person as weird as you, who is into all the odd things you do, the sad, the mundane, the insane, the moronic. A person who you can lay in bed with all day with and do absolutely nothing with, never growing tired of them, saying the words, I hate you with a big smile on your face, telling them to go away while hugging them and laughing. Secretly watching them cry during a cute romance movie, being able to announce to them how beautiful it is that
Last Updated: 2021-09-13
Chapter: Chapter 6: Kill Me, Better Aiden So much pressure in the rooms now everywhere I see him. Every time I see him, songs play in my head. Is this what liking someone feels like, or do I want to fuck him. Come on, Aiden. This is a job, nothing more, focus! I need to stay away from this guy. Yes, he is hot. Yes, he has talent. Yes, his ass looks fantastic, and his body looks amazing while he plays tennis. Sweat glittering against the sun's rays. But it is just sweat, he is just a man, and it is just the lame sport of tennis. So I need to focus. Paycheck, money, the deal. I need to shake this off. Better yet, I need to go clubbing tonight when I get off work and hook up with someone. I clock off, and off I go. It's club "Wave," and as soon as I walk in, they are playing my jam " You Turning Me Up" by Issam Alnajjar, and I am jumping around like I honestly do not care. Because I can't care, I have someone to get out of my system. Then some random makes his move, and he is in front of me. I am wearing
Last Updated: 2021-09-07
Chapter: Chapter 5: Face to FaceDonovan When I finish playing, I open my eyes, and my hair is a mess. Then I remember Aiden is in the room and sit up straight fix my clothes and brush my hair back with my hands and clear my throat. I ask with a clear and stern voice how that was to the instructor avoiding eye contact with Aiden. The instructor responds that today was a special treat for everyone and that he wished I would play more pieces like this one. I nod my head slightly and stand up and thank him for today's lesson, and tell him I will see him later. I look over to see Aiden is sitting on the floor just staring at me. I announce to the room that I am feeling tired and will take the rest of the day off from my schedule and head off to my room. Aiden quickly gets up and jogs towards me, and asks if he can escort me. It is his please at the end of his request that makes me agree, and as we walk next to each other, there is silence, but there is a strong feeling. It is intense. It is as though he is
Last Updated: 2021-08-29
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