Forgotten Wind: Disclosed Memories

Chapter 4: Denial of Potential

There are times at night when I'm sleeping soundly and I can't wake up.

I'm not able to move or breathe. And this happened to me coincidentally last night.

I was laying in bed and my eyes were closed shut. All I could see around me was darkness.

This didn't seem like much of a dream or a nightmare.

I still couldn't breathe and I saw myself clawing at the air.  Suddenly, the darkness started closing in on me. I was backing up until it rose up and swarmed around me like a tornado. I started swinging my arms up and down as if I were swimming and lifted myself to the surface where I saw a spectacle of light. As I floated up further and further, I was suddenly jerked back downwards into this immense abyss of shadows. 

I was gasping, petrified that I would die if I didn't get to the surface soon. The eight continued to bring me down even further.

Then something happened. Everything turned... blue. The shadows in the abyss were gone and I was floating in mid-air.

Something felt wet and cold around. Next thing I know, I found myself submerged in water. I started to swim to the top, my fingers grazing at every wet bubble that came into contact with me.

I later woke up in my bed, my heart pounding in my ears. I was gasping and trying to catch my breath, heavily breathing as if I had just run a marathon.

The following morning was a holiday. It was Veterans Day. I was glad we didn't have any school today. 

I opened my curtains to let the sunshine in. Much to my liking, it was perfect weather today. I looked out the window seeing a large majority of people heading to the community building down our street. Maybe they were celebrating something relevant to the holiday. I guess I would go down there too.

I put on my clothes and shoes, grabbed my jacket, and headed out the front door. My grandmother and uncle said I could go. I wasn't surprised that said yes.

My family saw me as a very antisocial person and they wanted me to go out more and make friends. On most weekends, I would've just stayed in my room drawing but I felt like getting some air.

As I was walking closer to the community building, people were gathered together inside. I looked through the tall glass windows on the side and they were setting things up. 

A man came out and I asked him what was happening. 

He said they were setting things up and that they'd be ready this afternoon. 

I said okay and then he gave me a little flag and smiled as he walked away.

I wondered why people were often friendly like that.

My whole life was just friendly. But sometimes... it wasn't. Not until Calvin moved away.

Calvin was... my first boyfriend. See, this was about six years ago when I started to realize my keen interest in other boys. I'm definitely gay now, just to imply.

Anyway, about Calvin. I met him when my family and I moved into our second house in another neighborhood. I was introduced to him by his mother and we started to socialize pretty instantly in my opinion.

One day, he told me that he had feelings for me and I accepted them. We began a short relationship every day. Whenever on the weekends that I went to church(by the way, I wasn't very religious when I was young), he'd be waiting for me every single evening on my front porch step. I loved him.

Unfortunately, his mother got very suspicious of our close relationship and ultimately came up with me being a bad influence on her son.

For some reason, I was a bad influence. She never did like me much anyway.

The day he left, I was so heartbroken. All I remember is that before he came to say goodbye to my face, he gave me a gift to remember him by. It was a chain that he made me. Actually, it was a chain that he found on the street.

Then he went away forever and I never saw him ever again.

That day, I stopped going outside. I stopped talking to my old friends. I just stopped having a social life.

That became a dull point in my life where everything and everyone around me seemed... meaningless.

I stopped making friends in school since I started to get bullied a lot from time to time.

But my social life is dealt with, okay? I don't need anybody interfering with what goes on in my life. If nobody bothers me, then I don't bother anybody else. Period.

Author's Note: Hey, everyone. I made this chapter short because I wrote the base of this in my notebook and there were some parts in it that I wanted to include later in the future chapters. Anyway, if you're enjoying the story so far, tell your friend a to follow me and please critique on my stories. I feel like I may need to include more dynamic in these.