Chapter One "Normal Days"

Hello there, my names Arkain, Arkain West they call me. I live in the middle of fucking nowhere Nevada. I know what your thinking, Vegas! No it doesn’t work out like that. I’d like to think my life is ordinary as it can be. I’m an only child, I’m a senior at some lame ass school, I have a birth mark on the back of my neck, my mom works all day at a bank, and my step father is a stupid low life fuck that just sits at home and complains about everything. I never knew my father, my mom says he left her before I was born, I don’t think he cared about me much, oh well, I was his sperm not his kid I guess. It would have been nice to have a real dad growing up though. When my school had a father son day I told my friends I had two moms and I got a few laughs, this was me trying to fit in, trying to be normal. Normal I said, well I honestly don’t know what normal is. I tried to find it in the dictionary when I was a child and my teacher told me if I want to be normal go outside and play with the rest of my peers, to this I replied “fuck you.” Not a wise move, but hey, I was nine, what more can you expect from a kid who hears a word like that two thousand times a day because his step fathers’ lotto ticket numbers weren’t called on the lotto show. As if yelling at the television is going to make those lucky numbers appear, dumb fuck. While he’s yelling I do my best to keep my eyes shut in bed. Sleep, the one thing that gets me away from this world, this world of nothing. I don’t get it, how can there be so much on this planet yet it still adds up to nothing. As if whoever invented math didn’t think about that, how two plus two equals four but chair plus chair does not equal a fucking table. Who cares about anything nowadays, other then makeup and if the Lakers are going to win the super bowl, stupid humans, sometimes I don’t think I am human. At night I like to look up at the stars, it’s crazy; it’s as if I can feel something when I look at them. Some kind of pulse, I don’t know how to explain it; if I did I’d tell you. What does it matter anyways, it’s not like one of those stars I feel millions of miles away is going to fall out of the sky and land on this shit hole, maybe on my step fathers car if it could. Aw fuck I hear footsteps coming upstairs,
Step father Philmore
Hey you stupid boy, Are you doing drugs up in here again?
So that’s my step father Philmore. This happens a lot, the stupid alcoholic is drunk six days a week, yeah six, apparently Sunday is a holy day in his religion, that motherfucker has not been to church since I’ve known him, 18 mother fucking years!
Me
Yes all the time, its called intelligence, but don’t worry, it’s too hard of a drug for you Philmore.
This makes him angry; I guess that’s why I do it.
Step Father Philmore
You getting smart with me boy
I don’t know why he needs to always say those six words, it’s like, hello! I don’t need to get smart with you moron, you’re an idiot! But whatever, I wonder how you would feel if you got the same question every night.
Arkain
No Philmore I am not getting smart with you, can I just go to bed?
Just a way to end this argument, you know to give him some time to go drown himself in bud light. He closed the door and left. God I swear that man has nothing in his future, I’m surprised the couch doesn’t stick to his fat ass since he’s on it all day. Now where was I? Oh yes, the stars, now it’s like every star in the sky has a heartbeat, and I can feel it, well sense it you know? Oh who am I kidding, your probably just like my parents and everyone else I know, only one person believes me, my best friend Oswaldo Montez, but I guess that’s on account of him having a strong case of ADD and ADHD, whatever, I don’t know what letters their putting together now to represent what, shit I was never good with acronyms. Anyways, well you see, Oswaldo says he believes there are aliens in the universe and even on Earth already, I happen to think he’s a dumb ass but who am I kidding, I seem crazy to anyone else when they hear this bullshit. Okay hold on, time out on life, I need to apologize for my language, its my native tongue, no I’m not an Indian, it’s just like my first language, sorry no Spanish for me. If I learned anything from my Step father it is that,
Philmore
Words are words, no good or bad, it just depends on how you’re using them.
Wow, check Shakespeare out. But I always thought of that to be true.
Arkain
Fuck tard
The back of my neck tingled. The grounds shaking, an earth quake I guess. I got up and walked into the living room and it’s as if my parents couldn’t feel it. They were just sitting there.
Arkain
Hello, there is an earthquake going on, why aren’t you moving
Philmore just looked at my mom.
Philmore
See, I fucking told you he’s on something; I don’t smell fumes so it must be some kind of a pill or something.
He then turned to me
Philmore
What is it huh? Acid, heroine, what is it?
What an idiot, couldn’t he feel the ground moving?
Me
Yeah Philmore, I’m rolling on E, ya want some?
He jumped up
Philmore
Ah I knew it, some kind of new age drug huh?
What an idiot
Me
Yeah, it’s what the cool kids are doing, it’s pretty intense, it’s the whole alphabet, first you start with A then you go down until the train ends.
Philmore
You see, your sons rolling on E, how gone is he going to be when he reaches Z? I won’t put up with this shit Layla!
Oh wow he knew Z was the last letter in the alphabet, what a breakthrough.
Me
Mom, I’m not on any drugs, but can’t you feel the ground moving?
Layla
I know honey, but explain why you’re going on about an earthquake.
And then it stopped, and then I was thrown backwards. Aw fuck me, why is this happening. There was some kind of explosion outback and finally they knew something was wrong. We all went running outside to find Philmore’s car on fire. It looked like something big fell on it, but nothing was there, weird. Philmore was screaming saying that this is my fault that God was punishing him for allowing me to do so many drugs. God if God was in the mood for punishing him, why couldn’t he hit him with a lightning bolt? And then it hit me, maybe I am on drugs; I just saw a cat looking thing at my window. I slipped away while my Philmore was yelling at my mom, nothing I could do. My door was open, I don’t remember closing it nor leaving it open but I was still a little scared. I can only assume this is where the drugs fully kicked in, there was a fox sitting on my bed,
Fox
Hello, The names Fallen.
There was a purr to the side of my legs and I now think that that’s when the drugs actually hit me, there was a tiger lying on my floor.
Fallen the Fox
That’s Merdos, relax, I don’t bite, he might though, so it be wise to close the door and sit down.
I did as I was told by this talking animal, funny thing was, I wasn’t rolling on E, or high off weed, or drunk as fuck, It was just a normal day.