Trials of Dylan

"Quitting Isn't for winners,Dylan. I'm sure they'll look into the matter, you won't go to prison. Don't give up now" Lan said.

"Trying to cheer me won't work today, Lan. I just got kicked out of my only job, not only fired but also on my way to the court room,anytime from now".

"You know what, lan? I'm going to get wasted tonight in case the chance to get laid doesn't happen,again. So, don't interrupt my merriments. I'm off to the strippers, today might be my lucky day with Tess".

" Okay, as you wish. But remember, you ain't a fraud or looser".

"Whatever".

Ahem, actually Lan is my, uhm,what you call inner thoughts. He is my imaginary friend, therapist, mood lifter, partner and brother. I found him cold and helpless at the deepest part of my mind, after series of my suicide attempt. I was curious, so I said "Hello" and we became friends.

People think I've lost my mind, whenever I'm having a heart to heart talk with Lan. I think everyone is blind not to see such a handsome fellow. I guess, he is visible only to me. Well, I enjoy his company.

I'm 27, single, jobless and helpless. Life hasn't been very fair to me right from birth. I grew up in a foster home, never knew my mother. She died shortly after giving birth to me and my father couldn't bear to live without her. He tried his best to stay alive but he died a month after. Leaving me with few bucks in the bank.

My foster parents were nice to me. They were the nicest thing to happen to me, they treated me like their own child. Weekly, they'll take me out for Ice creams, get me different toys and picture books. They satisfied me in their own way, and I was grateful.

My parents death wasn't destined, I guessed. Maybe I was just the unfortunate one. When I was eight years old, my foster parents and I had a road accident, on our way for a family vacation. Our car tumbled into the ditch and my foster parents lost their lives immediately before the arrival of the ambulance. I was in Coma for three weeks before I regained consciousness.

I was in the hospital for over two months, recuperating. A kind couple were willing to adopt me as soon as I leave the hospital. They were cute together, and meek. They furnished my room to my taste, as if they knew about my favourites.

I was enrolled in one of the best school in town. They were not really rich, but I wasn't suffering. Bad luck decided to interrupt the happy moments again, when our house caught fire during the night.

I was out of town for a school trip for a project. My foster parents died a horrible death that night. I didn't even get the chance to say thanks to them. They were burnt beyond recognition. I was eighteen then, able to fend for myself.

Since then, I've been struggling on my own. I've been kicked out of five jobs, without a tangible excuse. At a point, I wished I had died with my mother, instead of being tested in a harsh manner by life.

Again, I've been accused of fraud and blackmail at my recent place of work. A crime I know nothing of, I was accused of transferring millions of dollars into my account, and also threatened to release the manager's illicit affairs to the internet.

I was innocent, of course, but no one believed. I've been dismissed and it's only a matter a time before I am arrested.

Well, I was surely arrested and sentenced to fifteen years imprisonment for a crime I didn't commit. Though, all evidence proved me guilty. How the money got into my account, I know not!

This, is my fifth year in prison with criminals. Lan, still visits me and tries one of his motivational speech to cheer me up. But, I'm tired of living and I've made up my mind to end things and my suffering.

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