Chapter One (Alden).

Have you ever felt like you were just another raindrop in the sky? Just another clear drip that looks the same as anybody else? You aren't unique and you have no description. There's nothing to you. You fall onto the earth just like all the others. You travel through the atmosphere until you land with a gentle splatter onto the dirt, smearing your mark on it. But even then with time you melt, and your smear disappears. And there you are back at the beginning of the vicious cycle. You're all alone, and it gives you time to think. And you start to think about your purpose, and you realize that you have none. It's the times like this that you feel the way i do right now.

I'm not fantastic, I'm far from put-together, I don't know how to act or how to think, essentially, I am lost. I'm just another clear drip and I don't know how to change myself. I don't know where to begin. The beginning seems like a good place, if only I could find it.

It was summer when I saw her. I was at Allen's on a saturday night, on my fourth drink. The room was beginning to spin and i couldn't slow it down. All i could remember was the loud music and the smoke and the dimmed lights and how everything blurred together into one thing. I was calling out to Avery, who's face was all over another girls in a booth. I remember how i kept repeating his name and how the words sounded so wrong the way they were rolling off my tongue but i couldn't change the way they sounded. That's all i remember. After that, i hit the floor. And when i opened my eyes, she was there.

She was on her knees next to me. And she asked me if i was okay. I stared stupidly into her face, because i couldn't focus on just her eyes. My eyes wandered and i noticed her long brown hair covering her shoulders. It was beautiful. I still wasn't talking, just gaping at her.

She grabbed my hands and walked me outside where we sat on a curb. I kept coming in and out of conciousness, a feeling that i knew too well.

"Parents?" She asked, not sounding the least bit agitated.

"I-i have t-two." I tired to hold up two fingers but couldn't, and instead sat there struggling to remember what holding up two fingers even felt like.

"Do they expect you home?" She asked, perfectly. She hadn't been drinking.

"N-no." I stuttered, trying hard not to.

That was all she needed to hear. "Wait here." She said. The words dangled in the air as a watched them, hung to them. She came back with a purse and grabbed my hands again, dragging me into her car.

The next thing i remember was waking up on an unfamiliar couch, still in last nights clothes. I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened them to find myself in a place that i didn't recognize. At first i was startled with fear and hoped that i hadn't been kidnapped. That was when i heard someone singing in the other room. "Hello?" I called out. The singing stopped and i heard footsteps. That was when she came around the corner and sat down next to me with a plate of pancakes. 

"Feeling better?" She asked. I stared at her. She put the plate of pancakes on her lap and started playing with her fingers. I couldn't keep from closely watching the way she would rub her pointer finger over her thumb.

"I'm Indie." She finally managed to blubber out, with a sigh as she picked up the plate and handed it to me. "Eat them. They're good for the hangover."

"Thanks." I picked up the fork and began to scratch it across the plate and over top of the pancakes. It made a tiny clanking sound. I wasn't hungry but tried my best to make it look like i was eating. I felt Indie's eyes on me the entire time, but every time i would raise mine, she would lower hers to the floor. This happened multiple times until finally i put my fork down and looked at her.

"I'm Alden." I said. Remembering that i hadn't told her my name yet.

"Alden is a beautiful name." She emphasized the work beautiful as her mouth slowly twisted upward into a smile. That was the first time i got a good look at her. She was pretty, but not too pretty. She was small and her biggest feature was her hazel eyes. They had tiny speckles in them that matched the freckles on her face. Her lips were full and pink and she had high cheekbones. I remember thinking then how absolutely adorable she was. I wanted right at that moment to hold her in my arms- just hold her.

Somehow, i let her slip from my grip like i had done to everyone else in my life. But that didn't mean i never thought about her. I had a girlfriend at the time, she was my eighth that year- it was only march. I never thought about settling down with anybody, i was young and had my whole life to do something like that. Right now i knew that i liked what the sorts of girls i dated gave me, and i knew that it wouldn't be the same satisfaction to settle down. But was i even satisfied?

I left her house that day in a rush. We had been sitting quietly on her couch and i abruptly announced that i had to leave. Why, is something that she might not ever know. Maybe she thinks it's her fault. Maybe she thinks i didn't like her. But the undying truth of the matter is that shescared me. I knew that she wasn't just another girl the second i laid my drunken eyes on her. And un-drunk, she looked even more perfect. I knew that if i stayed with her even a moment longer, i might be changed. And change is something that scared me. I liked being Mr. Bad-A*s. I liked drinking, i liked smoking, i liked hooking up. I wasn't ready to give that up yet.

I never told anyone about her. Avery was my parallel monster and i know he wouldn't have approved. He didn't know love the same way that i didn't. Afterall, where had he been when i was lying drunk on the floor of Allen's? Slowly working his hands up a girl he had just met. Why i had fallen into this, i did not know. I could not even pinpoint the one thing that changed me. Maybe it was that first hook-up, the girl who made me feel like more then a scrawny eighth grader for once in my life. Maybe it was the power i felt being with her, then the heartache she left when cheated on me. Maybe that was what snapped the innocence from me. Or maybe it was when my mother died and i realized that no one is in your life for good. That everyone, and everything eventually persishes.

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[Abhinav]

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