As I sit here, listening to the wind blow through the trees, bending their branches to and fro. The branch knocking against the window of the all night café® People enter and greet the waitress, it dawns on me how well this scene suits me and what I have become.
I'm not the innocent, frail little damsel in distress nor am I a knight in shining armor. I'm a creature of the night. I dwell in other's beds and make their nights, seem warm and full. While I myself, am cold and empty.
How did I get this way, you ask, well let you tell you.
Oh and I guess you may want to know my name. My Name is Sean Waltman, a.k.a. Seanie.
It was a night like any other, not a night that would draw your attention to it if you where trying to remembering it. I had just finished my shift at the 7-11 and was about to head home, to sleep and eat. Nothing new, but then he walked into the store.
He was beautiful, a true god among mortals; tall and muscular with eyes that lit up the room. His voice rang with cheerfulness and his smiles could warm you to the soul. He smiled at me and my knees turned to jelly and my voice seemed to be caught in my throat.
"Hello," he said, in a voice that could charm a angel, "My name's Kwick, yours?"
I stuttered and just blinked, he was talking to me, "uh da, I'm uh Sean, but most people call me Seanie."
Kwick chuckled and shook my hand. We spent the night together. NO! it's not what you think!!! We talked all night about everything, from Robert Frost the poet to who would win the super bowel.
Those where the best years of my life. I Laughed and cried with him. We where wed a year after we met and everything seemed perfect.
Then tragedy stuck, his mother phoned deathly ill and needed him with her. And I pushed him into going, saying it's his mother and he should. She needed him. While he was gone, a man walked into the place where I worked. There was nothing to extraordinary about him, but he had a certain charm, I will admit that. I told him that I was married and he said that he was a friend of Kwick's. We joked and went out for a few drinks.
But come morning, I woke with a fright. He was in the bed with me!!! and my beloved Kwick was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, in tears. He ran out of the apartment and speed off.
My tears froze on my cheek as I stood out in the cold screaming at him, not to go. The snow and the ice made impossible to run after the car and the wind caught and froze me to my soul. But the worst was yet to come. As I stood there in the snow, I hear a crash that I hear every night, when I try to sleep.
I ran through the snow and ice, in only my boxers to the scene, and there I saw that most grizzly of things. My beloved Kwick dead, he couldn't stop at the light, he couldn't see through the tears, the patch of ice. He slammed into the truck.
Oh how I cried and screamed, trying to make him wake up. BUT nothing could awake him from his eternal slumber. After the funeral and his family screaming and yelling at him, asking why it wasn't me. I ran, I ran as hard and as fast as I could.
For now I run, though I have found some friends. They seem nice, But I know it will not last. They will soon be gone and so will I. FOR I can never stay in one place too long. I'm forever on the move. Also why would they want to stay with me?
I Try to find substitutes for my beloved and warm anyone's bed that will have me. For being with someone, even if they don't love you is better then being alone, and thinking of the past. Now everyone calls me Slutty Seanie, what a fitting name, and here I sit in all night café¬ telling you my story.
You may ask why I'm doing it?
I Say to teach you. One, that you should never take your love for granted. For one day that love may not be there to pick you up and tell you it's all right. And two never judge a book by it's cover. Yes that's an old saying but it's true. When you saw me and saw what I do, you hated me, But you didn't know the whole truth. For I'm just a half of a soul trying to find it's mate. Though I know, I will never get him back.
End!!