Solitude - Beginning - Drake

[Drake Backslash (DELETED 3061)]

Dozens of petticoats, long full eyelashes, tartan dress, and blonde long hair pinned into pig tails, glassy eyes staring into nothing. Crying, crying, and crying.

Drake woke up; climbed from the bunk bed he shared with his brother, walked downstairs. The television was on; some show that he recalled never paying much attention to. His mother was sat nursing his younger brother, he was eldest of three.

“Mother” Drake stared at his mother requesting attention. “I do not like dollies. I do not like children crying and I do not like that dream.”

Drake’s mother finished nursing the child and set him down. Her eyes turned to Drake and she scoops him into her arms, which Drake was on the older side of being allowed to. Drake had a fierce look in his eyes, a wanton child pout. Drake’s mother kisses him on the forehead.

“Drake, my dear, dreams are just dreams. You do have this one often though.” Her brow settled into a small frown. “I have a suggestion. Try to interact with the dream, try to change it. Maybe then, it’ll leave you.”

Drake motioned that he’d like to be put down, his mother placed him down and he goes to bed without a word. He climbed the bunk bed and closed his eyes. The same dream happened, same crying and the same doll. It took him years to find out why; when he did it was a beginning of a whole new world for him. This was the first time he knew he wasn’t like everyone else. He hated it.

It was many years before Drake was fully alone. In many ways, he was alone long before this. Drake liked the darkness, he liked being alone. His friends were few and he had little patience for the people around him. He valued intelligence and often thought people stupid. Simply put, people weren’t worth his time.

There was one. There was one that Drake valued. Romantically, Drake had no interest in anyone. On a social side, there was indeed one.

In his twenties, Drake had settled into a small village, it was quiet, unheard of and had very few people within it. He could get food and other essentials without idle chit chat. One day, there was a woman. Her dark hair was pinned back into a bun and she wore glasses. She was a quiet beauty. She was travelling from the shop Drake regularly attended.

She whispered something under her breath, Drake heard her words. He was struck profoundly. Drake moved towards her, placed his hand on her shoulder. Her brown eyes looked at his. Drake looked at her, a little stern, a little coldly but he smiled.

“I can assist.” Drake said.

That was it. A friendship, one of his first, was born. Her name was Rachel. He never asked her last name for he had little use for knowing that. Besides, assisting her, they had regularly met for chess and conversation.

It came time to move again, many signs had indicated that he had indeed spent already too much time there but Drake can stubbornly ignored them, much like when he was a child. He was the master of his destiny, no one should challenge that. But, eventually he knew and that was simply that. He gathered his belongings and left. He did leave a note on Rachel’s door. It was out of character to do such a thing but she had made a presence in his life.

It simply read: “Goodbye – Drake.”