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Date Posted: 02:52:18 05/18/02 Sat
In reply to:
Zara
's message, "dammit it all...." on 23:15:48 05/17/02 Fri
"Actually there are three trucks, the other is parked around the corner, and of course there is my car." Lance pointed to his beat up jalopy and sighed. He sat down and leaned back staring at the ceiling.
"My memories are all here," Lance tapped his head, "For all the good they do me there. When my wife and kids were killed, I went mad. Quite litterally."
Lance chuckled in a sad way, "It's funny that you spilled your past to me and yet I've never told you anything. You know I had a family once, but I can hardly believe I never told you the whole story. Maybe it's just because it's nothing compaired to yours."
Lanced paused for a moment to gather his thoughts. "she was lovely, in her own way. We grew up together and lived our entire lives in this city. I had a simple life them, worked nine to five and everything. When I lost my family, I lost everything that made me sane. So they sent me to an institution."
Lance shuddered from the memory, "Have you ever been in an asylum? We don't treat insane people like people, we treat them like animals! They tie you to beds and shoot you up with all sorts of drugs. If the demons in my soul and mind weren't enough the interns and doctors were. I lived in a miazma of visions and memories. Delusions invaded my waking life and nightmares ruled my dreams."
Shaking his head Lance continued. "I was in there asylm for several years. I don't know how many. In the end, it was because of a rubber band that I got out."
Zara looked surprised and Lance chuckled. "Yes, a rubber band. Such a simple thing." Lance pulled one out of his pocket, "This one actually."
Lance handed it slowly to Zara who took it gently, "That rubber band gave me my sanity back. Or let me find it. I wondered about who made it. How did they figure it out? Why did they make it? I came up with all sorts of ideas and soon figured out I couldn't try any of my ideas from inside."
Lance pulled out a small device from his shirt pocket. It looked just like any other pen in his pocket, except there wasn't any openings or buttons. "This was my first invention. I came up with it while I was still inside, but it was the first step on my road to release."
He flipped it casually in his hand. He pressed it up against a piece of paper and the inkhead came out. "It actually worked too. I was surprised, and so were my doctors. Soon I came up with several other ideas that worked. After a while they declaired me 'essentric' and not insane. I was then released."
Lance got up and looked at his car, "That was all that was left of my estate. That car. When I was declaired legally insane, I was basically declaired dead. My extended family took all my assets, including my personal effects I might add. My rings, my pictures, everything you mentioned, are no longer mine. They're probably floating around the void by now. That car was left to me because no one could transport it, or wanted to bother with it. We had picked that car together, and we even had my first kid in it."
He chuckled, then looked at Zara again, "Her name was Cynthia. I never told you that, nor that my kids were named Joey and Jessica. Joey was born in the back of that car. Jessica was concieved there. They all died there as well."
Lance slumped back down into the chair and stared at the floor. "That car is my memories. I don't need anything else. Because there isn't anything else..."
Lance slipped into silence after that, continuing to stare at the floor. After a minete or two of silence he looked up at Zara with a hardend face, "That's why I came. I couldn't help them, but I can help you. My past is my past, as is yours. Unlike mine, yours seems to have come back to get you, and since I can't do anything about my past, I'm going to do all I can to help you with yours."
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