• I was just a boy, my life was fine, your average 15 year old.
    I didn't know what was happening though, things were changing.
    Maybe it was just me, but it seemed as though it was also the world around me, I never thought life would ever be the same.

    ******

    It was an early morning in Japan, I was an exchange student, from Canada, here for school.
    Japan was weird, and a lot of strange people and shops were around the school I was attending.
    I had made a couple of friends there, mostly the Japanese kids, not any other exchange kids I liked.
    They were all a** hole boys, treated women like s**t, and thought they were stronger than any other boy there.
    F***ing jerks.
    A few of the girls at the school were telling me about all sorts of strange shops, people selling drinks that took over humans and made them in to something they're not.
    All that stuff you think you'd see in a cheap horror flick.
    Of course, being the smart a** I was, I didn't believe anything that they told me.

    School in Japan actually really sucked, nothing like the movies made it seem.
    The teachers were total jackasses to the exchange kids, and treated us like s**t.
    I put up with it, I had to.
    If I finished my time in Japan, I could leave school a few months early for some reason, hell, I took the opportunity,
    but I regret it.

    School was never really my thing, you see, I was a strange kid.
    I was never like any of the other kids, I was different in every way.
    I was never really sad, but they all thought I was, they all played sports, and I sat around, and hung out with some girls.
    Some boys thought I was gay, because most of my friends were girls, s**t, it's only because guys are such pricks to every body.
    I was kind of sad after everything that went on, elementary school was bad for me.
    My grade eight teacher and I would literally get in verbal fights during class, he wanted us to write a 5 page story, mine was 20 pages, he failed it.
    I didn't do something right, he didn't try and help, he failed it.
    I then lost a lot of confidence in myself, all because of that a** hole.

    High school comes, I have a lot of friends, meet a lot of nice girls.
    I fell in love, yea, it lasted a few months, then some a** hole jock got her drunk and raped her, she was pregnant, I couldn't handle having a kid at that age.
    So, then I get this opportunity for Japan, I figured it would be good for me.
    A nice little escape from home, get away from the jerks in Canada, and my family.
    Japan was rather fun, but it was a mistake.

    ******

    There was this one girl, from Germany, she was there as a foreign exchange kid too.
    I can't remember her name, it's not important, names just get people confused anyway.
    She was absolutely beautiful.
    She had the eyes of a kitten, so innocent, and so gorgeous.
    She had the body of that girl, that you'd always wanted to marry, and have kids with, that body that you'd want to stay up and enjoy all night, in a steamy hot room, rubbing your sweaty chest against her own.
    She was everything I could have ever wanted.
    She stayed in the same house as me, and we always, did everything together.
    She was there for me when I was feeling the way I am as I write this.
    Yea, I'm depressed, I'm confused, I'm not normal, at all.
    Sorry world, for Christ's sake, I can't be perfect.
    She was there for me whenever I needed her, we ate together, went to school together, after classes we spent the 2 minutes we had to waste before the next class together, after school we walked to our temporary house together, and we slept next to each other.

    We went out one night, to a restaurant sort of thing that those Japanese folk have.
    She was one of the best girls I have ever seen in person, and the best that was even the smallest bit in to me.
    I liked her, I liked her a lot.
    But damn, she lived in Germany, I wanted her every god damned night though.
    We spent so much time together, and then the day came.
    She left Japan, she left me, without giving me a phone number, email address, nothing at all.
    She didn't even tell me she was leaving. Maybe she didn't want to hurt me.
    Well s**t, this hurt a lot more than her just bailing on me, without a proper good-bye.

    I had to deal with it, I was depressed enough and fed up with my life enough as it is, and she knew that, and now this happens. I couldn't take any chances, and let another thing get to me, I was so close to killing myself as it was without that happening.

    ******

    Without her being there after school with me, for the two of us to walk back to the house together, I decided there was no point in leaving on time, I stayed after school to catch up on some work so I could get out of school earlier.
    I was doing art for one of the teachers, she surprisingly liked my art that I did.
    It was different, different than anybody elses art, different than any art she had ever seen she told me.
    That made me feel good, but I never asked what she meant by 'different', it didn't matter to me.
    I painted her a lot of stuff, mostly it was dark, and somewhat, evil.
    I didn't see any darkness in it, but my parents did, I did the same sort of art back home.

    I finished painting her a picture of a girl, with flies surrounding her, and resting on her, she had no expression on her face, but somewhat of a smile, she was wearing dark clothing, some black fishnet on her legs, a black skirt, a black trench coat, and she was holding an umbrella above her.
    There were shadows coming out of her feet, but they were not her shadows, they belonged to her inner beasts.
    Everyone has a beast inside of them that needs to be exercised, not exorcised.
    That's one of my life quotes, and this painting lived up to that.

    After I gave the painting to her, I walked out of the room to get some water.
    I went to the fountain, and bent over to take a few sips, I closed my eyes and let the water get in to my mouth, and I swallowed. Japan water was good.

    When I opened my eyes, something seemed different, I turned around to walk back to the class, and the door wasn't there, just a wall.
    I turned around, looked back at the fountain, and thought, if I drank from it again, and did the exact same thing, things would be normal again.
    I tried, and the water had a different taste to it, it tasted somewhat sweet, and it was red.


    To Be Continued.