Posts tagged Logan de Freitas
Posts tagged Logan de Freitas
So this is what I did today.
The song is called “Things I Need from You.”
I may be working on some stuff? I’ll get back to you on that. Computer’s in the works, and with it better recording software. Just wanted to put this out there and see if y’all like it!
David made things disappear.
The day wasn’t much different from any other, he supposed. He woke up in time for his 8 a.m. across campus and stared at the angry green numbers yelling “7:15” at him. David hit snooze a few times, and then eventually rolled out of bed to walk downstairs. His methodical steps were heavy with the exhaustion of a full night followed by too little sleep. As he shuffled into the kitchenette, the night came back to him in bits and pieces; the bar, the club, the taxi, each with a different set of people and different moods, different lights. Suddenly he became acutely aware of the stench of alcohol coming off of his body, and retched heavily into the kitchen sink. He filled a cup near the sink with tap water, poured some into his mouth, gargled and spat. He hated the taste of last night’s whiskey in his mouth.
Turning around, he opened a cabinet above his head and grabbed the nearly-empty box of Honey Nut Cheerios and fixed himself a bowl. No milk, of course. He opened the drawer where he and his roommate Ryan kept the silverware, only to find it empty. Sighing softly to himself, he made a mental note to yell at Adam to do the dishes later, instead of doing it himself. Adam lived with David and Ryan, but didn’t pay rent, so when something needed doing around the apartment, it usually fell to Adam to get it done.
David sat down at the small card table in the kitchenette that they all used as a makeshift dining table. None of them made very much money, so a lot of cheap furniture was appropriated for multiple purposes. For instance, the bookshelf in the living room was also the stand where they mounted the TV. It only took him a few minutes to finish off the bowl of Cheerios eating with his hands. He felt like a caveman, but his hunger took precedence over any sort of decency. He put the bowl in the sink, wrote a quick note to Adam, left it on the counter, and grabbed his backpack on the way out the door.
His 8 a.m. was a junior-level Fluid Dynamics class on the east side of the campus that took him about 15 minutes to bike to. By 9:35, he was on his way back to the apartment from east campus.
Arriving back at the apartment, he locked his bike up on the railing out in front of his second-story room. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d appealed to the management to have a bike rack installed, but it didn’t seem to matter. He opened the door to Ryan watching Quantum Leap alone on the couch that was actually a couch and nothing else. Occasionally, it doubled as a bed, but most couches do.
“How’d your class go?” Ryan asked amiably, not really interested.
“Good,” came David’s noncommittal response. “I’ll be in my room if you need me.” Ryan made a guttural noise that could only be some sort of acknowledgement.
David plodded up the same steps that he had come down only two hours before, dreadfully aware of the rut. He closed his door quietly, in case Adam was still sleeping across the hall.
Hours passed. Days. Weeks. Months. A whole lifetime could have passed in that time, with David blissfully unaware. His room was his sanctuary, his fortress of solitude. Nothing could touch him in that room, and nothing ever did. No one entered without knocking, and even then they needed his permission to enter. It was perfect. Everything was perfect.
And then his phone vrrrm-vrrrm-vrrrrmed its way along his roll-top desk.
Engaged in writing a paper for his Kinesiology class, he groped blindly for the phone while quickly going over the sentence he had just written. Finally finding it, he unlocked the screen to a message from his girlfriend, Lauren. It said plainly, are you busy? David quickly tapped out a response: not at all, what’s up? He soon received her urgent response: can you come let me in? That threw David for a loop. It wasn’t like Lauren to show up unannounced.
He hurried down the stairs and opened the door to Lauren standing in front of him. It was clear she had been crying: her long brown hair fell lazily around her shoulders, her green eyes red and puffy. “Can we talk?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yeah… yeah of course,” David answered. He motioned for her to follow him upstairs. Once in his room, she paced to the center of the floor and turned to face him. For a moment, a pained expression ran across her face, but she put a different face on and said, matter-of-factly, “I’m pregnant.”
In that moment, before David could think or feel or react, everything froze. Time stood still, and atoms stopped vibrating. Unsure if he was still awake and lucid, David checked his watch. The second hand stood motionless. This can’t be happening, he thought to himself. This is crazy.
The more he looked around, the more evidence he found that he, David, was the only thing free to move in a world locked in a frozen moment. Hesitantly, he reached out to touch Lauren’s shoulder. He didn’t know what would make time start again, but he really wanted to be there for Lauren.
As he touched her, she vanished.
Gone. David stood there for a moment, arm outstretched, wondering what had just happened. The panic settled over him slowly at first, but it grew and grew until his breathing became labored and he began to sweat. The ticking of his watch became unbearably loud. His mind began to race: had he made her disappear intentionally? Could he bring her back? Could he make something else disappear?
He concentrated, focusing all of his energy on the now-moving second hand of his watch, trying to put Lauren back where she had been just a moment ago. He stood there, vibrating and unbreathing, for about 30 seconds, his face growing redder and redder. Finally he gave up, panting, sat down on his bed, and put his head in his hands. I made Lauren disappear, he thought to himself, and she’s not coming back. Hot tears leaked slowly out of his eyes.
David sat there for a few minutes, crying, and then composed himself. What am I going to tell Ryan and Adam? he thought. He decided it was best if he played it off as if nothing had happened. He opened his door cautiously, and poked his head out. No one was in the hall, so he walked downstairs to see Ryan in the kitchenette, washing the dishes.
“Dude, I told Adam to do that, don’t enable him!” laughed David. Ryan smirked at him, and said, “Someone had to do it, and I prefer to eat my Cheerios with a spoon like an adult.” He changed the subject: “Anyway, what did Lauren want?”
And again, as before, time froze. An immense sadness washed over David. He realized that he still didn’t know how to start time again without making something vanish. He couldn’t do it, though. He couldn’t make Ryan disappear. He had known Ryan almost his whole life, and he couldn’t bear to be without his best friend. David walked back upstairs, into his room, shut the door, and laid down in his bed. Surely I’m dreaming all of this anyway, he mused, I’ll just sleep it off.
He closed his eyes, wishing all of it away, and soon he was asleep. When he awoke, though, nothing was any different. The second hand on his watch was still frozen in place, and when he walked downstairs, Ryan was still rooted to the ground, staring at the negative space David had once inhabited, with a look of bemused interest. David began sobbing as he realized this was all happening, and the only way for time to move forward was for him to eliminate someone else’s existence. He walked over to Ryan with tears in his eyes, and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.
It was more than David could bear. He collapsed to the ground, and laid there for a few minutes, taking heaving breaths between heavy sobs. It didn’t take long for Adam to come running downstairs and ask, “Is everything okay? I can hear you from upstairs…” and as David looked up to try and explain the situation, time froze.
“NO!” David yelled. “NO MORE!” but to no avail. Adam’s concerned face still hung over his as he reached out to touch Adam on the arm.
He was done crying. There was nothing left to be sad for. He went back up to his room and tried to sleep again.
When he woke up, it was two days later to a sharp rapping on his door. He had been emotionally exhausted by the events of two days ago, and thought it feasible that he had probably lapsed into a small coma. Checking his phone, he had innumerable missed calls from Lauren’s friends and parents, Ryan’s and Adam’s friends, and many, many other concerned friends that hadn’t seen him in any of his classes the past few days. He walked downstairs, and as he neared the door, he heard voices yelling, “Police, open up!”
A bolt of fear hit him. He supposed he knew this would come eventually, and there was only one way about it. He opened the door hesitantly, and greeted the three officers.
“David Andrews? Mind if we ask you a few questions?”
David walked outside, took a deep breath of city air, and knew what he had to do. He began to walk around the city, touching everyone he came across. One by one, they vanished into thin air. After a few days, everyone in the city had disappeared. No matter how many people saw their friends dissipated right in front of them, they still greeted their fates with big dumb smiles on their faces. David began to hate them.
After a few long weeks, the state was devoid of people. Then it was the country. Then the continent. Years passed, and David Andrews found himself the last living person on Earth.
And he found that perhaps there was beauty in loneliness.