Cerebral Cage

Chapter 1

(As an explanation to how the story is written, when large sums of text are in parenthesis like these, that signals that the main protagonist, Cole, is thinking to himself in that moment. These sessions are meant to imply some of his personal beliefs about the world, and sometimes random thoughts to add character and explanations to let the reader know what he holds to himself.)

Chapter 1: Premonition
(Emptiness. Emotionless. Words that most people wouldn't actually get the meaning of. Mostly because we all have things to distract ourselves, from anything and everything that's considered bad. We don't think about our what we've done, we don't want to feel as if we're guilty. We don't look at the bigger pictures, we'd rather only believe ourselves. We don't listen to outside opinion, like what was said, we only believe ourselves. We hate without any reason, we love with selfish desire, we lie without expecting consequence, we hurt for the simple fun of it.

This is why I've grown so distant from the world, these thoughts, the actions I see, the people that surround me I can barely understand anymore. Those who used to be close friends I started questioning. I can see who people really are now, and why they do what they do. And it's never with good intent. I almost don't like anyone, I feel as if I cannot trust anyone anymore.

All these thoughts go nowhere. I do not trust the government, I do not trust society, I question religion, I question God, I question every little thing that comes through my head. The reason these thoughts go nowhere, is because I know there's nothing I can do. So the only thing I've done, is completely given up. Given up on school, trying to make everyone happy, essentially just given up on life.

I know everything's going to come to an end, soon. So why make an attempt to a crumbling world? I just don't know, I don't know enough to care. I'm not suicidal, or even sad. Just... Empty I suppose. I don't feel as if there's anything in this world for me, so I'm just waiting, taking things as they come.)

"Are you getting ready?! You're gonna be late, get out of bed." Those words quickly got me out of my train of thought, and almost woke me up completely. "Coming" I said to my mom, slowly getting out of bed. Making my way downstairs, I got into the shower, and had some time to think to myself, I didn't want anymore dark topics, so I just thought of a random, simple thing to think about. My topic for Today was...

(Sleeping. Sleeping is an odd thing to me. I rarely ever dream, and if I do it's the most random things you can think of. I always thought dreaming would be nice, but considering I never do dream, I don't have any benefits to sleeping other than a recharge. Even though it doesn't feel like I recharge. I always thought the worst part about sleeping was waking up. Not in a sort of death wish way, but just opening your eyes, groggy, tired, unwilling to so much as move. Just a nuisance, especially considering school and such. But falling asleep is the best part, more time to think, more time to wonder. Even though I always wonder too far... but that's not important.)

I need to get out of the shower before I have to spend an extra 15 minutes in a pointless building. I do a basic mourning routine, go to school as per usual, and start in Biology. Considering that class is utterly filled with people who I don't care to much about, I usually just sit there and play my game with little to no thought at all, as overthinking can cause me to think about all the horrible stuff, which isn't really needed. Although, I did have a topic I wanted to think about after one of my long time friends, had asked me a simple question. "What're you gonna do when you get older? You know, if you keep getting F's in all your classes, you're gonna be here awhile. Do you plan to drop out?" She said. "I guess. Dropping out is something that sounds bad, but in reality, no one here is getting any smarter or dumber. None of this here matters, and I'm just not motivated to work. It's not worth the stress." After saying that, she started to express worry towards me and my future, but after a few light jokes from me, she calmed, and forgot about it, and went back to work. Which allowed me more time to think. School... what is it good for?