Day 27- Randall McQueen

In the darkness I sit. How I got here is a story in itself. I was born Randall McQueen the fifth child to a family that could hardly afford one child, yet alone another four. My mother was a waitress my father a construction worker, both hard workers but stuck in positions that were less than favorable. My first memories of them were when i was about three years old I remember going to a small park near our humble apartment. I say humble, but what I really mean is decrepit roach hole. I was a kid though, and I didn't mind after all it was my roach hole, it was home. They always took care of me, gave me as much as they could making sure that my happiness, and the happiness of my siblings came first. It was a happy childhood, despite a few bullies I was content with just being a boy, discovering all the wonders that the world held. I was good in school, a smart kid with a bright future ahead of me. Looking back I start to see that those years were probably the happiest times in my life. I think that is true for lots of people, there is very little in life that can compare to being a child. There are little to no responsibilities, and the sweet innocence of youth is one thing that none of us can reclaim. Its only after awhile you start to realize, that as you get older things just get more complicated. I grew up just like everyone else, for the most part. Awkward teen years, first girlfriend, first kiss, and all of that.
The years seemed to fly by, one year im a lanky nerdy fourteen year old. I close my eyes and it seems like all of a sudden im eighteen, still lanky but finishing high school. Looking down the barrel of one of the scariest things I've ever seen the real world. I was younger then, like we all are at that age, and I thought I had it all figured out. That things would go according to plan, and now I know how wrong I really was. I found a job at a local manufacturing plant, making auto parts for small to midsize vehicles. The pay was terrible and the hours were worse but it was stable enough to where I could get my own place. I found a little shit hole downtown, in a bad neighborhood, but the rent was cheap. I also found a roomate who was either a meth head, or a speed junkie. Thankfully I didnt spend much time with him, so I cant say with any certainty to what choice of recreational activity he partook in. I did that for three years eeking out a living and saving what money I could for the future. Things were good, not ideal but it could be worse, it could be alot worse. That is when I met Sarah, she moved into the apartment right across the hall. I was smitten from the beginning she was gorgeous. Not like the model kinda pretty, but the everyday next store kind of pretty. It took me three weeks to get the courage to just talk to her. That first meeting consisting of me welcoming her to the complex. She stood in the door giving me an odd look, telling me how she was wondering when I would finally talk to her. She had a sense of humor and a great smile, I was in love. Its amazing how some things work out it took me another five weeks before I finally asked her out. We went to the little Italian restaurant down the street. She wore a blue skirt, I remember that for some reason. I also remember that it was winter time, so the snow and ice had blanketed most of the area. We found ourselves walking home in the falling snow that night. I remember she kissed me in the same snow, and I remember walking up the steps to our apartment, that's when i slipped, my head hit the ground and everything went black. When I woke up this is where I was. Nothing but darkness, I want to open my eyes and see the world but all I can do is sit here. Its eating away at what little sanity I have left. I don't know how long I have been here and I don't know how much longer it will be. My name is Randall McQueen, Im trapped in this darkness. All I wanna do is wake up.