The Long Walk Nowhere, And The Long Walk Home

"Are you sure this is what you want?" I heard as I was about to leave.

"Of course, Mom. This is my decision," I answered.

She just nodded and opened my door, sad that I was going to go. I don't blame her though, I mean, who isn't sad when their child leaves home?

I kissed her on the forehead, took my bags, and stepped out of the house. I didn't need my keys for my car at all. This was a journey that could only be walked on bare feet (or at least in my shoes). Anyways, I continued walking for a good while until I came across a diner. What I didn't knew was that leaving home makes you very hungry. With only $300 dollars to spare, I entered the building.

25 bucks later, I was out with a full stomach, ready to start my journey. No more pointless distractions. Just me, my bags, my iPod Touch, and 275 bucks.

I was going nowhere, to find myself.

However, half an hour later, I realized how big this city was. It was almost getting dark, and I was in the "hood", completely afraid of what these thugs might do to me. They could mug me, rape me, even kill me.

So, out of fear, I called a cab. And 20 bucks later, I was out of the city.

"Thanks, man," I told him as I closed the door.

"Good luck, pilgrim!" he told me as he raced off.

And here I am, in the middle of nowhere, with nowhere to go. Only me and my bags and my iPod Touch.

How many roads must a man walk down, before you can call him a man?

I figured I'd put some Bob Dylan, since I'm walking to nowhere. But to my annoyance, the darkness of the night kicked in, obscuring my path completely.

I thought it wouldn't be this bad, but man, I can't see shit. Might as well take camp somewhere.

I didn't take into account that it would be this cold either. How the hell am I supposed to make fire? There are no trees around, and I didn't bring a lighter.

...Very intelligent of me, I know.

Oh, well, might as well take my punishment and sleep on the ground, freezing my ass off. Good thing I brought a sweater.

Ah, this is nice, just looking at the stars. Man, I'm one with the world. I can see the half moon shining with all of its might, and I get to thinking about philosophical stuff. Where should I go? Where could I be? What things does this life await for me? I don't know, and that's the best thing to know.

I don't know.

And in a happy sigh, I fall asleep.

-7 days later-

Fuck me, I wanna go home.

I'm hungry, it's cold, and I'm dirty. I never thought being on your own would be this bad, man. I miss my mom and I miss my dad and my brother and my sister and everything. I miss playing Final Fantasy. I miss watching those stupid ass videos on Youtube. Dammit, this life ain't for me, hell no. The roaming life ain't for me, I guess. I've been walking for a week and I haven't reached a single city, except for a small town where I got my ass mugged.

And this stupid iPod's battery is dead, so there goes Bob Dylan.

So, I begin walking back. I may die, even, as I'm out of food. Last time I ate was yesterday. Oh man, I'm going to die alone. I wonder how the papers will put it: "Dumbass kid thought he had what it takes to be on his own, now his dead. What an idiot, let's go and laugh at him at his funeral." They'd put the adress and there they'll be, laughing at my casket.

Or even worse, they may even not find me at all. I'd be covered in coyote piss and snake shit or some stuff like that, like in the movies. I'd rot alone.

But, out of nowhere, comes a truck.

My only hope for salvation.

"Hey! Over here!" I shout at it, raising my thumb like I saw in the movie.

The truck stops, and a middle aged man steps down.

"You need a lift, kid?" he asks, before spitting to the ground.

"Yes, I beg you!" I almost cry.

"Get on, then."

What followed was a long, 6 hour trip, me devouring his bag of Cheetos and downing his two bottles of water.

"What brought you to walk this long?" he asked, out of nowhere.

"I don't know, I guess I just wanted to get away from everything. I guess that the city life wasn't for me," I answered in embarrasment.

"Hehehe, turns out you're not cut out for country life either," he laughed.

Well, he's right.

"But I thought I'd find myself, you know?" I said, more to myself than to him. "I thought that if I was alone, I'd be able to find my own road."

The man just laughed out loud, which I would feel offended for, but I didn't.

"Well, to find yourself, you need to find your road first. However, you're still young, kid. You still got long ways to go until you're cut out for anything in this life."

Well, there he said it, to save me from self examination and introspection.

That guy left me quite close to my place, at least close enough for me to walk home.

And when I arrived, I felt so dumb.

Mom was all like "I knew you'd come back!" and Dad was kinda mad but glad that I was alive.

Well, I feel stupid enough already.

I said I was sorry and that I'd never do it again and that I'd appreciate them more and that I'd put effort in school and that I'd find my own road and shit.

My sister laughed at me, and my brother was all like "I told you it was a bad idea."

Well, it was.

So, I went to my room and put some Bob Dylan on.

How many roads must a man walk down, before you can call him a man?

That's a good question. But I'm too young to answer it, so I really won't put a lot of mind to it nowadays. I guess I'll just live.

But yeah, that guy had a point.

To find myself, I gotta find my road first.

And I would indulge myself in philosophical questions and arguments, but not right now. I'm friggin' dirty, so I'll take a shower and sleep a little bit.

Kinda funny, kinda lame. I still liked it a little bit. Written for the March FanBBS Competition.