![]() Adagio: Chapter 1, AwakeA Chapter by Jason Knight![]() How can you define life? Is it just the strands of memories interlacing the essence of the emotional beings known as humans?![]() “Wake up…” I said pointlessly as the boy got up from his
light sleep with no grace whatsoever, his rise was like that of a mechanical
device, there was no emotion, only instinct. He let his hand touch the snooze
button lightly on his alarm, in the same manner that cats and lions play with
their prey. I still could not help but wonder why did he ever need the alarm to
steal him from his dreams, he had no such need for it, he was always so aware.
In a complex way, he could wake up just by the soft sound of his name and
instantly know everything that was said after and before his name was
pronounced. He folded his sheets and leaped off the bed in a way that was so
contrasting to someone who had just been asleep. I didn’t have to follow him in
order to know where he was going. “Morning to you too…” I said sarcastically as
he left the room and I couldn’t help but see his orange aura again. I could
also tell he was annoyed again, an easy emotion for him lately. I took a
careless peak into his thoughts, which were now readable now that he had left
the pity-stricken state of a broken heart. He was thinking up his morning
routine: “Shower, brush my teeth, and floss…”
His train of thought drifted out for a second and refocused pretty quickly,
“Feed the dogs and get to school at 8am sharp.” It was a short span of time,
but I saw where had his thoughts drifted out to in that moment of confusion,
and I wasn’t very surprised at where it went. “Laws of attraction, such benign principals.” Anybody who heard this would have no clue as
to where to start to decipher the way this boy thought, but I knew better. I
knew the story behind Jason Freyne Knight, a name that he abhorred.
Although I had no need to follow him, I still did, and I
wasn’t the least bit affected when I found him checking himself out in the
bathroom mirror. His face twisted in indifference as he spotted the changes in
appearance the hormonal imbalance of teenage had to offer. He sighed and closed
the bathroom door, and followed this action by turning on the shower knobs into
the familiar configurations of ideal temperature. He stepped back and took off
his shirt, revealing a proportioned chest and neatly stacked abdominals, the
benefits of last summer’s hard but delightful work. He proceeded to take off
the rest of his garments and sat down on the counter space offered by the sink,
lightly flinching the moment his stripped body made contact with the morning-cold
counter. He slowly traced his index finger up the length of his knee and let it
rest on his mid-thigh, letting it resting in circles on his tan skin. I could
see the vacancy in his face and instantly registered the numbness he felt
towards his surroundings. He was lost in thought. I saw the first string of
thought embrace me and I was instantly caught in his flashback. “Jason? What is “Hero Syndrome?” said the girl in a way
that I couldn’t decipher the true curiosity behind the question. I thought this for one second and replied absently. “Basically
if you’re the one people turn to for anything and you like it being that way.
People feel a strange attraction towards you and for some reason they feel that
you can be trusted with anything” “Who.....?” she replied in another unreadable phase. “Don't think anything of it, I'm just clearing my head out.”
I replied almost too quickly. And then she was gone. In that single instance, she
vanished. “No,” I said. “Please not again, don’t leave!" A tear rushed
down my face and I woke up. Jason was shaking. He instantly recovered himself
and entered the shower. I couldn’t face his thoughts any longer. His secrets
were those that no other should bare. I couldn’t tell apart his tears from the
water rushing on his face. He had such an image about him. He was despised for
it. He was loved for it. There was rarely an in between. © 2010 Jason KnightAuthor's Note
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