Blood Moon

Edward Gary Olman. That was my name till some time ago. And those who knew me by that name had one adjective to say when asked about me - weird. I suppose I can't blame them though. I was a 17-year-old kid with decent grades, no family, and no interest in any social or school activities. I had a social media account with a lot of "friends" on it but to be honest, they were just random people who had sent me friend requests and I had ended up accepting them without really thinking about it. I never really talked to anyone there either. I guess I was the definition of "the quiet kid" in class and the definition of "the antisocial kid" outside of class. I was fine with it though. I didn't really care much about what people thought of me, which is a stance I have come to regret taking. "Do you really feel fulfilled living like this?" On a certain day, a certain person had asked me so. And I replied, "Yes, I do." How foolish I was to think that I was being honest! How foolish I was to think that I really felt that way! "Do you really? I am not convinced."  Unlike my blind self though, that person had realized the truth and was not willing to ignore it. "Well, in any case, why are you asking this?" I asked that person, who had approached me out of nowhere with that question of theirs and, somehow, compelled me to answer too. "Why, you ask? It's because I-" Oh, how I wish I would have been able to hear their answer that day! How I wish the noise of the festival fireworks had not drowned out their words!  If only I had been able to hear their answer, I may still be a human being. But, dream as I might, I can't change the past. I have no control over the present. And I have no future. So, all I have is this one moment in which, before my end arrives, I can tell my story and hope that it would be able to make a difference in the world, even if a very, very insignificant one.