Snippet #1527830

With groggy vision and a heavy head, Gerard awoke. He found himself slumped on the couch. Rolling over and with a thud he hit the ground, his continuous cursing somewhat echoing throughout his apartment - which at times could be heard by his fellow neighbors - but he didn’t care. He wasn’t happy. Glancing up he caught sight of the time, from a clock which he had forgotten even existed, when the hell did he by a cat clock? Oh, yeah, he liked the swinging tail asset. Gerard was easily amused with any given opportunity. Getting to his feet in a sloppy manner he groaned, by now he had already missed morning. For once he hadn’t guessed such a thing, he really did bypass morning as it was now midday. Gerard Gordon was not a morning person.

With a half hours effort he’d managed to drag his lazy self through a shower, as much as he wasn’t one to care for appearances, he had to seem decent at least. While having a wash he had decided to have a lazy day, though really he would use any excuse to save himself from going outside. A place that appeared to be his immortal enemy for years, the outside world. Gerard struggled to cope with emotions, and struggled more when handling people. He was a human who never understood humans. If someone looked at him he’d panic, feeling just about ready to have a heart attack on the spot, though he never did. Like a coward he ran for the hills the first chance he got.

While he studied his reflection in a mirror, Gerard saw a person who many also saw though never quite welcomed. The freak. That weirdo. Who the hell is that guy. He was Gerard Gordon, the one and only.

At times he felt lonely, so much it pained him too much to watch television - who, some might care to know was Gordon’s best friend - yes, that old little television was his only social connection to the outside world. Unless, when secretly out gathering essentials one of his mentioned fellow neighbors would stop him and chat. He enjoyed these chats, though at the same time was terrified of such a thing.

By now he was hunched over at his small table that sat isolated within his kitchen, like himself it had experienced a few things in it’s lifetime, the good and bad, a few ugly moments and those rare occasions you just can’t remember, until the night after when someone informs you of many regrettable actions. Those were the days. Gerard sat staring at a soggy bowl of cereal, spinning the spoon round and round to create a small tornado in the centre. Pushing it aside he ignored such cheap amusements, half the day was gone and the other half didn’t seem that much different. Another day in, he thought. He believed. He demanded. Not to mention, he didn’t really have much going on at the moment. Really he should be out begging studios to work with him, he would do that tomorrow for sure. He needed the money. Then Gerard remembered that new people were moving in, joy. More eyes to stare at him, he’d be sure to give them a right good welcome.

Sluggishly operating himself, Gerard made sure he took his tablets before doing anything else. If it weren’t for them, he’d be long gone with all the other crazy people. These tablets helped him greatly, giving his fragile mind a sense of ease, though it never lasted long - and he wondered why he ran out of them quickly? - if anything, his trips to the medicine shop were one of his small pleasures in life. Though, he never let on to any of his neighbors why he was on the pills, but he was sure they claimed he was crazy anyway.

Moving over to his front door he checked for any mail, and of course he actually did have some. Bills. Lovely, the big money men were always demanding more money from him. Oh, a flower too. Such a thing always baffled Gerard. Were did they come from? A secret admirer? Or another loony freak on the loose? Maybe he would send one in return sometime, though he never knew who was doing it and…Gerard didn’t get out much, at the very least he did travel out into the landing.

The remainder of the day passed quickly, as usual. Gerard hadn’t bothered to change out of his pajamas, he loved them dearly, and he slept quite a lot. Hanging manically out of one of his windows, Gerard looked to the sky. Another of his secret pleasures was to gaze at the stars, and of course with no doubt, scare away any birds with his trademark response, “Get lost yer flying freak!” Such a thing could be heard continually throughout the night, his poor neighbors. And, if at the window long enough, he was sure to end up falling asleep right there by the window. He often wondered how he managed to not fall out.