Down the Rabbit Hole,chapter 1-Beginnings.

A Story by imatotalboss

Do you ever ask yourself questions? Lay awake at night? Haunting things..This is a book about thoughts,the power of them. Fear,emotions,logic. A clock?.. Things arent what they seem.

Ask yourself this question,what do you stand for? Is it logical,or insane.Is it somthing that could condemn you? Or somthing that could give you fame.The way I look at things is different than most people,I see up as down,the glass half empty most times. But see the beauty in most things,the bitter fair wells' of lovers,could lead to a new beginning,The ending of some one's life is always followed by another.Life goes on whether we like it or not,People are changing all the time.For better or for worse,whether you're in pain or your mind is stuck in your cold,unforgiving past,things always keep moving whether youre moving with them or not.Often times we ask ourselves "where is this all going,what's the point?" everything happens for a reason and often leads to a better ends,As is said often times,the ends justify the means.But,I've said too much already...Let me begin with my story.It's not what you'd think,I'm no one special just an average,well less-than-average guy living alone in his,well let me put it nicely,100$ a month cockroach and just ever nasty type of person you could imagine infested apartment,the hookers that live here are just as nasty as the cockroaches if you ask me.Never went to college,never knew what I'd want to do,hardly knew anything I was good at,except thinking an awful too much.I never had many friends,much less girlfriends,well,girlfriends worth remembering,because the lot of them were pretty horrible human beings.I was always described as the boring type. The type who would rather sit at home listening to music,messing around,watching tv, and complaining about how stupid everyone was.Even my name sounds boring,"Steven".I dont much mind my job though,I take pictures for the local newspaper,"The Golden Phoenix" it doesnt pay much at all. But,I dont know,It's always been fascinating how you can capture a single moment in the shiny lense of a camera,and keep it forever.Probably the only girl I ever remember especially caring about was named May.She wasnt the most beautiful girl in the world,but she made me the happiest guy in the world,she was sweet to me no matter what,and had a bad habit of always being able to make me smile even when I wanted to be mad at her.Everytime I was with her I'd stop almost every two seconds and take a picture. Because,I knew somthing this great wouldnt last forever,and it didnt,we grew apart,she fell out of love,and is now happily married...and it's better to look back and smile on the memories spent together then cry and forget all about it.I still look at the pictures and feel a little more inspired to go on with my day,and speaking of my day...as leaving my crappy apartment to go to my job,walking across the streets of this little,tiny,crime ridden tiny city called Alvara.I saw a note on the ground,and it read "While you were busy reading this note events have gone into motion far beyond your control,keep your guard up." I figured it was probably just one of the idiots I had seen earlier smoking pot trying to be funny. Then I started to get tunnel vision,everything started to spiral out of control,what's going on? I frantically thought my heart was beating so fast like it was about to explode, there was a sharp pain in my arm and it felt numb.then,it all went,Black...My eyes slowly opened to what appeared to be a four cornered room,all I heard was ticking,this constant ticking,and the sounds of gears gracefully gliding together in motion,I made out the tall sillhouette of what appeared to be a man..he took my hand,and said "Everything will be clear to you soon." I blacked out again,this time I felt like I was falling,all I saw was what appeared to be stars.like I was falling through space, what was happening to me?