Scripted Insanity

Scripted Insanity {Take 1}

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This wasn't going to be a funny story, but...it kinda took on a life of its own. I will finish it someday.

Lost...how else can I describe it? I'm lost. Once, a long time ago, someone, a good friend...or so I thought, asked me which was easier, to remember, or forget. It took a long time to find an answer. Even now, I'm not sure if the answer I have is correct. Remembering is so hard, but forgetting things you don't want to remember is just as hard. Now...I'm just lost.

I'm not afraid. I can never be afraid again. The only thing I have to be afraid of now is death, and as frightening as that may seem, I'm not even afraid of that. I have nothing left to lose. Even hope is something that has long been lost. Hope, the last thing that can be lost...or is it the first? Depends on the person.

I've spent all my time searching for an answer I don't even have a question to. Its not even an answer...just something...something I need...something I shouldn't have to live without, something NO ONE should live without. Not love. Love is meaningless. Something more, Something tangible, but not.

I'm sure there is a point in here somewhere. A point...what was my point? I can't remember anymore. Even if I could, I wouldn't want to. My story...that would help. You might understand more if I told you.

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*beep*

The moon shone softly through the blue tinted glass of the window, illuminating the room in a soft glow.

*beep*

In the center of the room is a small bed with a blanket-covered form on top of it.

*beep*

A slender hand reaches out from under the blankets and blindly searches for the button to stop the alarm. After several failed attempts, the hand balls into a fist and smashes the small alarm.

*beep*

"Okay, I'm up!" a male voice replies to the alarm as if it were a living thing. The body that both the voice and hand belong to throws off the covers and turns on a small lamp beside the bed.

*beep*

The boy grabs the battered alarm and pushes the off button. After making sure his alarm wasn't totally broken, the boy climbs out of bed and walks toward his closet. It takes several seconds to sort through the mess in the small room before he grabs a supposedly clean shirt and a pair of pants.

After collecting several books and other objects from different places around the room the boy exits and heads down the stairs toward the kitchen. After several seconds of poking around the kitchen he finds something worth eating and takes a seat at the small round table in the center of the room and begins to eat.

After finishing his meal he heads to the front door. He grabs his book bag off of a chair and opens said door. As soon as he does he stops in mid step. It was.... snowing?

"Huh?"

It was SNOWING! The boy blinked a few times before taking a step out into the cold. No, this wasn't a dream. It was really cold, and it was REALLY snowing.

"Hey, what are you doing out in weather like this without a coat on?" asked a voice from somewhere to the boy's right. The snow was falling so thickly that he couldn't even see the source of the voice.

"Who are you?" he asked as the person who was talking to him came into view. It was a tall man with short dark hair. "I've never seen you around here before."

"That's because I've never been around here before. My name is James. And you are?"

"My name is Alec."

"A pleasure to meet you Alec."

"What are you doing here?" Alec asked in a worried tone. Strangers who walk up and talk to him for no reason didn't really rate high on his list of people to trust.

"I'm a scientist. I'm here because, as you can see, it's snowing."

"Why is it snowing?"

"Well you see, when it gets cold outside..."

"I know that!" Alec said raising his voice. "Why is it snowing in August?"

"That is," he paused for a second to think, "a very good question."

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"Do you have ANY idea what is going on here?" asked Alec as he walked into the living room with two cups of cocoa. They had long sense retreated into the warmth of Alec's home.

"None what so ever." James stated simply, taking the glass of cocoa from Alec. "Thank you."

"I thought you said you were a scientist."

"I did and am."

"Do you even have a theory as to why it's snowing?"

"Nope."

"I'm just wasting my time talking to you aren't I?"

"I would have to say yes. Don't glare at me like that! It's not my fault it started snowing in the middle of summer." "This has to be a bad dream. There is no other explanation for it." Alec sighed and fell back onto a chair spilling cocoa all over himself.

"If it is you need help kid. You have some really fucked up dreams."

Alec didn't even bother to reply, he just sat there glaring at James. The last thing he needed right now was a crazy scientist making fun of him.

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"Explain this to me again." Alec said looking rather confused. They were now on their 5th cups of cocoa. "In English this time."

"Geeze kid, how stupid are you?" James' reply only rewarded him with a face full of hot cocoa and several objects within Alec's reach to be thrown at him. "OK, I'll explain this one more time. My theory is that some crazed mad scientist or something along those lines is making it snow in order to take over the world...or at least Jersey."

"One of your friends?" Alec asked letting his annoyance slip into his voice.

"I doubt it. My friends are all somewhat sane believe it or not." James stated matching Alec's tone. Alec just snorted in reply. "Are you going to sit there moping all day or are you going to help me get to the bottom of this?"

"Say what?! I never said I would help you."

"So you want it to keep snowing until there is nothing left and the whole world is destroyed?"

"No but..I have things to do. I have to go to school and stuff like that." Alec said weakly.

"School is canceled. I'd bet it will STAY canceled until it stops snowing. So what are you waiting for? Let go!" Before allowing time for arguments, James grabbed Alec by the hood of his coat and dragged him out of the house and into the cold.