You Suck.

Why are you still alive?

Just Die Already

Words I heard all through out my life as I grew up, after the death of my father I really didn’t have a place I could call home, other then the dumps I would spend the night in. I traveled as far as I could on feet, did what ever jobs that could pay me somewhat money. I just couldn’t face the fact that the only person I had left was gone.

Back then I didn’t have any friends, even today I still don’t, I am by my self, almost as if I am cursed. Its my curse that I am a screw up, got it from my mothers side. In this day, there are a few that I can count on, and at least one person that I know that loves me, but even still it feels as if I am alone in the shadows, watching every one dance on stage. At such a young age, I am a broken soul.

Why I didn’t just seek help I don’t know, I guess the fear of growing up in a foster care home kept me away from them, from what I gather now, there were a few of my teachers that even started to look for me, but by then I was long gone and some how made it to the other side of California. Now that I am older, I sort of blocked out most of my memories, but they some times come back to haunt me in my dreams.

Later on I found out I had a half sister, and got along with her great, all though from time to time I never got along with her husband and his brother. I was starting to have somewhat of a family again, but then she died in a car accident last a few years ago. I then fall in love with this beautiful woman, but then even she was taken away from me for a short time, now she is back in my arms after all this time, and I am starting to feel all the broken parts inside me come back together.

But the poison some times takes it toll on me, and brings me back down into the shadows, I entered wonderland, and left differently. I played a game with the mad hatter and lost, and for that its almost like there are parts of me trapped there, and some day soon I will be stuck there.

But for now, Wonderland is also my home, for I have seen it, fought in it, and liked the feeling there.

Will you fallow me in to my land of Shadows? 
Where things of the imagination come to life. 
Where things you couldn’t believe happen. 
Where your worsed nightmare could come true. 

Welcome to My Wonderland
 In the land of Shadows

Some would say I fallow in “his” footsteps, trying to become what every one has grown to hate, in order to become stronger and become truly powerful in Strike Fantasy Towers. Not it at all, all though when I first started, I wanted to become the very people I looked up too, Legion, Shadow, Glenn Owen, Fox, all of them I look up too, and I wanted to become them. Gain there power, but as I look at myself now, I am myself, nothing more or nothing better then those I look up to, which makes me just as great as them, all though my win loss record isn’t as great. 

You suck, your record will never be great!

Who said that?

The area is dark, and nothing can be see… well because its dark… duh. The lighters flicker once, and from that time span we can see that its just a small room with a hang down light in the middle. The light then turns on, and under it stands Erik Dean. Dean then turns around to find out, that there is a man that looks like Dean standing up against the door.

Who are you?

I am You.

How can you be me?

Idiot, your here in your head, I brought you here.

Why?

To brake you down, call you some names, crush your hopes and dreams, and send you on your merry little way back to dreamland where all is great with the world and you are in power.

Why is it when ever I talk to my self I end up talking to the asshole, are there any nice copies of me in here?

Nope…

That’s great to know.

Look dim wit, I don’t know why your even trying to win this little suicide match on Sunday, but guess what? Your not going to win, your going to get your ass kicked like all the other times you have stepped into the ring. There is no point in trashing the name  “Erik Dean” any more then it already has. Back out before you get beat by Ms. Psycho.

Who?

Allisa, god you are an idiot. Why the gods put you in charge of the body I have no idea.

Maybe because you fucked up when you had your chance.

Hey, that never happened remember, I didn’t mean to run over that old lady, I mean she was walking so slow in the cross walk, I thought I heard her say “Kill me son” so I ran her over.

The Light was red….

And your point being what?

This has been great, you know talking to my self and all, love doing that from time to time, but why don’t you just get to the point and send me on my way?

Alright, look numb nuts, stepping into the ring with this crazy ass bitch will most likely get you killed, your known to do stupid shit from time to time, but never this stupid. I know she was somewhat of a friend when she was on staff, like your main go to person. But she left, like stabbing you in the back left, all because she hates shadow… boo fucking hoo every one hates shadow, its something you get over. But she isn’t your little staffer any more, she is out for vengeance on SFT and Shadow, which means taking out every one, also means taking out you. Do you really want to step into the ring with her when she is like this?

Well maybe I can help her.

God your an idiot, really I think both of you are, you both should hook up some time, two idiots should be together, would be touching really. She thinks she is going to help you, you want to help her. I mean sure I am all gun ho for violence and all, but yea okay beating the fuck out some one is going to save them… w0w…. no wonder Bush wants to nuke the world… he wants to set the rest of the world freeeeeeeeee.

Now who is the idiot? 

Dean’s inner self then walks over to Dean, and turns off the light, Dean then reaches for the light, but when he does… he wakes up….