Chains, Links, Bindings, Keys

Chains #2

by Some Random Guy

Life is amazing. It is a great adventure that we pay so little attention to. We go through life learning, growing, and adapting and as we do, we discover about the things we want and need. We change and are often defined by external challenges that we face and whether or not we overcome them. But what happens when a lot of these challenges are internal? What happens when these challenges we face are our own fears, pains, and guilt? How do we grow and who do we become when they stare us down? Let me tell you a story of an unlikely couple and imperfect people and how they face these challenges in themselves and each other. Let me show you how they go through life and identify themselves in these situations. And as you read, think about this one question: Is it really so easy to make the right call when you're facing yourself?

586 pages, Paperback

First published May 8, 2014

About the author

I really don't know what to say about myself. When I was a kid, I just wanted to get a job at a factory somewhere and work there until I could retire and not have to worry about anything. Somehow, I managed to find my way around a lot. I travelled a lot. I've done all kinds of different and interesting things. But even still, writing books was never anything that I would've thought I'd do.

Still... sometimes there are things you just gotta do.

I wrote the BDSM series because I thought I was obsessed over some girl. I just wanted to get her out of my head and go on with life. As far as that story's concerned, I could care less about it. I was just drunk the whole time writing it, and even while writing it, I couldn't, for the life of me, figure out why people liked it.

Anyway, it wound up not helping in my desire to stop thinking about this girl. Over time, I learned something important about her which indicated that I was never meant to. Once I pieced everything together, I wrote my other story: It Could Happen.



Here it is a few years later.

After being committed a couple of times and now on medication, I have come to realise that it was all just hallucinations. I have been diagnosed with long term dysthymia and severe depression which has caused delusions, obsessions, and hallucinations. It took me a long time to come to terms with it all, that this girl was a hallucination, along with other events in my life, such as this other girl dying, my car accidents, and what happened when I tried to shoot myself.

It all taught me a very important lesson, that the thing that people should fear the most is what they believe in. I wanted to believe so desperately, like many people do, that there is something more to life than just what you see. In hindsight, what further proof could there be that it was all my mind playing tricks on me that being able to sense that one particular person is around without any other kind of indication.

I suppose it's for the best that this person isn't real. And now I can reveal the truth of everything to anyone who gives a shit to read this. I hated this girl more than anything from the moment that I "met" her. Amongst many other reasons, the most prominent being that the only thing that I hate more than being alive is anything that would make me want to live. I've been this way since I was 10 years old.

But, it's all over now, I'm never writing again, and these books are no longer available. I spend my days hiding in my little corner, mind torn asunder, away from the world except for the time I begrudgingly spend helping kids with their math skills (it was my therapist's idea). Have a nice life everyone.