• Who I Am •
Warning there will be a lot of unexpected changes randomly so if you don't understand it then I've probably changed something. Sorry in advance.
The song playing on the radio plays and vibrates through the car. I hum a little to the bits I reconise, even though I don't know the song. Tall trees are standing to my left of the road until I approach a fork in the road. Left or right? Well last time I went left so tonight I'm going to go right.
You don't know who I am and frankly neither do I. Too put it simple, my life is fucking crazy. I'm constantly feeling off. I can't really remember my childhood. My teenage years I hardly remember, however the memories I do remember I wish I could forget. They're not very pleasent, to say the least.
As a joke I like to think of my life as a supervillan origin story. That I'm the main character who slowly loses my mind. When in reality, I'm not crazy but if people knew what had happened then that's what they'd think or they would be running away from me in fear. But safe to say I'll never tell just anyone about my past, without good reasoning, especially a human. I couldn't tell them anything anyway because I don't even know what I am. I'm sure that there are some sort of rules forbidding us to tell humans anyway.
If there are rules then I probably have broken one or two. I guess I could've when I escaped, I maybe injured somepeople but I lost control and was trying to protect myself and others, so would that make me a superhero? In the eyes of law and order thay would say "fuck no" but in the eyes of the ones I've helped I could be a superhero. Okay, that's maybe exaggerating a little bit but you get my point. In a way it's sort of like a vigilante story, just a really bad one. I have only saved people once and probably won't do it again.
I did it because I was in danger and I'm not putting me at risk anytime soon. I'm not even sure I want to again. Yes, I don't want anyone to go though what I had to put up with but I just don't feel like I can go through it again. I still have so much more to figure out about myself and about how the world works that if I get caught again by them then I would undoubtedly break apart. I just don't think I can risk it. Maybe one day but until then I have to find out what the fuck happened, get my memories back and have some fun while I'm at it.
What I mean by "have some fun" I mean to cause some trouble. I have always wanted to have a good time without having to worry about anything. I may not remember much but I do recall how much I wanted a lifestyle where I could be careless and free. I still have a lot of worries but this is the first time I've ever been closest to being free. I want to take a walk on the wild side and see where I end up. You only live once, right? Well as far as I know but when you're me anything is possible, so I am not surprised if there is a heaven or hell or an afterlife. In fact I'll be disappointed if there isn't any.
Anyways, like I said I don't know a lot about my world. It is pretty confusing honestly. I can sort of sense who is human and who is not, it's like a different smell of each type. It is hard to explain without knowing what it is and what going on but there's an obvious difference between species.
I don't look like a different species, I look like a human, so far I don't have fangs or fur or any unusual body parts. I know that I'm different because although I don't remember what happened on the night of my escape, I do know that I saved a bunch of people and they saw me do some weird shit. I don't know what they saw because I was gone before I could talk to any of them. From then on I have been able to do different things but nothing noticeable or extravagant. Only little things. Things a human can't do and it happens rarely.
I drive around the town following the directions to a hotel. It's a small town, almost all the shops are either really run down or newly renovated. The motel I end up finding is more in the run down section. There are barely any cars in the car park and the young boy in the front desk is asleep. Perfect. How did I pay for that? Simple, I didn't. I usually sneak in during the night and stay for a night or two and since nobody knows who I am I can cause some trouble in the town, like one time I was in a bar and one asshole tried to get in my pants, so I said some words and next thing I know a fight is happening and then to make it better, all his buddies decided to join. In the end, half of them were knocked out and the rest were to tired or to sore to move. I only had one wound, that was when a guy came up behind me and stabbed me in the back.
Will I ever settle down somewhere? Maybe, in future years when I'm at peace but until then I'm going to keep on looking for answers. I don't absolutely need answers but I would feel a lot better if I did. It's better to find out now then live off of some lies.
I would take on a normal human life, you know, get a job, find a stable apartment, own a car I brought- not stole -and have friends. It's just hard to do when I don't even know my name. I could make one up, something cool, something I like. I have thought about this before I just didn't know where to start.
I hum to a new song playing on the radio, I don't remember what it's called but it was nice. I look around there are tall trees flying past me on either sides. On the seat next to me there's my bag full of everything I need, well, everything I own. Inside there are a few oufits, hygiene necessities, I recently pickpocketed a phone and money from a man. I don't use them often, only when needed because I don't have a charger for the phone and the money's for food and petrol.
I hear the familiar jingle by my fingers and I get the most perfect idea.
I smile and say, "Moxy."
Hi, my name's Moxy and this is my fucked up life.