Sonic Regression

Chapter 33: Sonic Regression

 

 

 

 

            “What day is it?” This was what was running through his mind as he got up. He looked in the mirror in his room and got his wallet out. The car keys were no longer in here, though he swore he’d left them when he got back from Diana’s. Not one hour later he brushed his teeth and took a shower. He got no satisfaction from getting dressed this time. He had no energy what-so-ever, though he felt himself waking.  He found his mom in the living room. “What is she doing?” he thought. She was watching television.  “Hi.” Trevor said. “Good morning!” she told him.. “What day is it?” Trevor then thought carefully. His last day of school as the last Friday, “Ah!” he screamed internally. He ran back to his room in the ecstasy of freedom. “Right on!” Trevor wigged out in his room for a few, listening to CDs and plugging away at his phone to some people he’d been talking to recently. Taking his time. Carefully choosing the words he decided to say to any one person. He never in his life was so cautious about what he would say. He imagined it had something to do with being on his phone and writing connected messages to others while attached to a network. He also thought the other night and without permission. ‘Oh well.” Trevor shrugged it off. He wanted to think of something to do today. He felt he should have to. Graduation would be soon, and he didn’t know what date that was. “Too many problems… ugh!” Trevor felt engrossed in today. He wasn’t sure of what he was doing with himself. He had no worries to go with this whole situation leading to nothing, at least in the not-so distant future. It was wearing him down. Though, Friday night was a nice change of pace. He felt expurgate. Like something had been freed from his current time and placement, that was a good feeling to have taken away. He needed to feel unburdened for now. Living and nothing more. But, what was he to do with this now? Trevor asked himself this question.

           

“Bzzz..” his phone notified him with a  buzz. He swiped it up and checked it, a text from Jamie. He told Trevor he was going to another party tonight. Trevor got a little antsy. He wasn’t certain he wanted to go out and also party. But, he was kind of enticed with the notion. Lumbering to the living room once again, he had a conversation with his mom. She gave him some money as he’d asked her to, and got dressed. It was getting to be well into the afternoon and Trevor had done some vacuuming and light cleaning. He washed some clothes and mashed deodorant into his armpits. Sometime later, he was dawdling in the chair in his room. Playing some songs from an album he’d not listened to in years. Putting his foot on the glass table and eating a bowl of pasta he’d poured out of a can minutes ago “Right on.” He thought as he heard something their singer said. Then they said something else. It struck Trevor. He was abated and the words uncanny as the felt close to him, he was almost spooked by here and now, inside of his room. He defensibly focused himself and turned down the volume. It was hauntingly lovely at the same time. But, he had to turn it off. “No more.” Trevor told himself. He broke out of this with a trip to the kitchen. He walked further with his phone in hand. Turning to Jamie’s text, “Should I contact him?” he was puzzled. Not too stressed and pushing his mind through the course of the night, and if he wanted to leave the house tonight. He decided he did. He watched as the serrated edge of a kitchen knife made its way through a fish fillet. He savored in its crunch layer of breading under a squirt of ranch dressing. An hour had passed, and Trevor was growing impatient. Mostly with himself. For he hadn’t gotten to Jamie once. He knew if there was indeed a party that it wouldn’t be until nighttime came. Though the world had gone dark and no sunlight was left shining down on the earth. Going to the car, after debating with himself for half an hour about leaving, he turned on the car and basked in the air condition on a hot summer evening. Everything was quiet, and Trevor was like a beating heart in the lifeless atmosphere.