It's a small room, a really really small one, but I should be happy that I even have a room at all, shouldn't I? Some people don't even have a place to call home. A thought formed in the head of a certain man as he layed down on his bed, his arms were wide open and relaxed on the bed, a bed that was big enough to contain his whole body.
I even have a comfortable bed, so I definitely shouldn't be complaining. The man thought to himself as his toes wiggled involuntarily, a sign of relaxation and comfort. He slowly dragged his legs from outside of his bed, wriggling like a worm, trying to move upwards on his bed without applying much force.
"I ate today, which is a good thing, some days I don't eat at all." He slowly muttered to himself in his deep, raspy voice, a voice that many told him was seductive, a compliment he didn't pay much attention to.
As he finally found the comfortable position on his bed which he had been wriggling to search for, he let out a deep sigh.
Things are really getting harder for me these days, I'm so tired. He marginally raised his head, which was resting on his biceps and about-faced his neck, he looked from left to right, carefully scanning his room, making another move to bring his spirits down. He shook his head bitterly, following it up with a loud exhale.
The interior design of his room was close to non-existent, it was a truly depressing room, a small roof over his head which he had gotten as the part of deal he made with an old female Spiff. It was just a bedroom, no living room, no kitchen, although he wouldn't really use the kitchen to do anything.
There was only a small, demarcated portion of the room, reserved as the bathroom, it was made by welding Ableatian zinc, a material that can only be found on the Spiff's mother planet, to the wall, the supposed final width of how the "toilet" was supposed to be was drawn on the wall and marked, making the welding of these Zincs to the wall easier, creating a room for the toilet, it was the most common way of surviving in the backlands, some people used that method to build extra rooms in their small houses.
In the lonely room, the only things the man had that were his own were his clothes- which were wrapped in a plastic bag and kept in the furthest corner of the room, his bed that relaxed at the wall, just below the window blinds that he always closed to avoid the unnecessary smell and pollution of the backlands, and his body which he barely dragged to go do his odd-jobs everyday.
He dropped his head back down to his large biceps and rested his head, closing his eyes, trying to relax and cool his head.
Is this really all there is to life? I hate to admit it but it's pathetic, living in this wretched backlands, having to clean the shit of these Aliens everyday, I'm nothing but a slave, I was born as one and would probably be one untill I die. I wonder why the Humans I interact with always dream of hope, they tell themselves sweet things to ease the impact of the pain and suffering they're going through to their mind. It's weak "humans will one day be on top"? "One day some one will come to save us"? One day one day one day, it's always one day! Why? Why not now? He opened his eyes with shock, his body was quivering, he was holding back the boiling anger he had against the cursed world, an unfair world that gave those without power no chance to survive, it was only a matter of time before they died out.
He jolted instantly and stood up from his bed.
Under the faint glow of the dying bulb that hung up in his room, his physical appearance could be seen, he was a tall, muscular man, a man with average looks, in the normal world, he'd be considered a handsome man, but nobody cared about looks in this bleak world, it was either money or power or smarts, people like him, people without neither of those were gathered in the backlands, a poverty stricken area.
He was dressed in a fine black jacket, a type of jacket you wouldn't just see on someone living in the backlands, it was suspicious, his huge, black baggy pants that covered even his shoes and swept the ground hid the muscular structure of his legs and, even his perfect body was hidden by the long jacket.
"To hell with this! I'd rather be a criminal! I'll kill everyone and destroy everything these aliens hold dear then, maybe that'll change it all!!" He yelled as he traced his fingers up to his black, silky hair and ruffled it with anger, a display that was close to madness. He slowly bent down, almost crouching as he squealed like a rat, trying hard not to vomit the curses he had piled up in his mouth.
"I've decided, there's no use thinking about it, I'll become a cr-" He was cut off before he could continue his statement by a sharp sound that kept ringing inside his head.
It was just a sound, but the pain he felt in his brain was splitting, it felt like his brain itself was being torn apart from inside his head.
"Arrrrggggghshs!!!!" He yelled out and screamed at the top of his lungs, his thoughts were scrambled and mixed, he couldn't process or understand his current situation, thoughts came into his head without his will.
The thoughts in his head collided, he was questioning the cause of his pain and why it suddenly occurred and the other thought pushing his current thought away weren't really thoughts.
What is this?? What am I seeing? Why is there a record playing in my brain? Argghhhh
"Arrrrggggghggggh!!!!!" He held on to his head with his two hands and fell on his knees, crying in pain.
"Please somebody stop this!!" He screamed, his little attempt to be noticed.
Do you know who you are? He saw a memory playing in his brain, in this memory, he saw a man, the moment his eyes met the appearance of the man, His heart went fuzzy and tears welled up in his eyes.
Of course I know who I am daddy! The little kid in this memory replied the man, they were in an open field filled with grasses and beautiful flowers, the smell of the flowers was something foreign to him because he had always been in the Backlands since he could remember.
I know that you know who you are kiddo, but I'm asking if you know who you really are! The man asked the kid again.
"What is this?" He asked himself loudly, the pain was slowly and gradually reducing, it was becoming bearable, he stopped holding his head and stood up, facing his head at the window but his gaze wasn't there. Any normal person would think he was insane and just staring at the window for no reason or he was just zoning out, but he was viewing the memories that were forcefully implanted into his brain.
Aren't I Stel, dad? The kid asked with pure curiosity, the bright, warm smile he had on his face faded as he tilted his head to look at his father who was gazing at the sun and adoring the beautiful weather as they both sat on the grass.
Of course you're Stel, Stella. But do you know the meaning of that name kiddo? The man replied to his son with a warm smile as he patted the kid's head, amazed by the kid's heartwarming, pure curiosity.
I don't.
Your name means Star. That's what you are.
What's a star dad?
A star eh? Some say it's just a myth, but I know it's not, it's something that used to shine sooo brightly in the night skies during the days before the great nepturian war, back when Spiffs weren't on Earth. The man said enthusiastically, his hands stretched out as he felt the warmth of the sun on his palm.
Whoaaaaa I wanna be a star dad! I wanna be shiny and want everybody to see me!! The kid jumped up from the grass, all giddy and excited from the information his father told him.
People say it's only a myth Stel, but I believe that it's true, stars did exist, we used to look up to them. That's why I named you star, you're gonna be the one that everyone will look up to soon my boy, you'll be a king!
A king! A king! Hahaha!
The tears flowed down Stella's sunken cheeks as the memories stopped playing in his head.
How could I have forgotten? Dad! I'm a star! I'm meant to be up in the sky and illuminate the darkness for others to look up to!
He wiped the tears off his cheeks and took deep breaths, processing the information that he had just retrieved, that he had lost, his memories.
He motioned slowly back to the side of his bed and plopped his butt on it, sitting there to give himself time to zone out in his own thoughts.
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Tick Tock!
Tick Tock!
The watch kept ticking in the dead silence of the night.
"I smell a dead man." A figure donned in a mysterious gray coat that covered his entire body, revealing only his shoes and his laser blaster hanging on the belt hoop of his waist, the top hat on his head covered his thick, flowy blonde hair, his voice muffled, barely audible and gave off the feeling of death itself.