Blood Moon

Prologue: He Who Saw All

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.