Without family

Nate was going to be traveling on his own. They had originally planned to go together but his parents decided instead to stay and attend the funeral of someone in the neighborhood that they had known for several years. However, since it was Nate’s graduation that they were celebrating (and the fact that he could make them do anything he wanted), they decided to let him go by himself. After all he deserved it for all that he did in high school (if only they knew).

His sister didn’t even try to hide her jealousy, she scowled at him silently the entire time he walked out and got into the car. He didn’t care, he had a flight to catch.

Nate arrived at the airport and thanked his friend for the ride. This “friend” was someone with a car who he knew on a first name basis and who he brainwashed into driving him around when he needed it. Nate didn’t leave high school with many friends, none actually. He wasn’t good at making friends before and when you can change human will with a thought, connections seemed even more shallow. He could have made all the people who would think he was weird like him against their nature, or get all of the people who he would be compatible with to notice him, but it all seemed futile. It didn’t usually get him down. When it did he tried to focus on that feeling as an outsider as a positive. He was an observer of all of the real thoughts that people never cared to express. Sometimes it helped, others it didn’t. The humiliating situations were almost cathartic in their relief towards this anguish. Humiliation. On. Command. The delicious shame and liberating sexuality of the looks of others over and over again, each time with a little more risk. If he couldn’t control his social anxiety he was determined to find ecstasy in it.

Nate shook his head free of this recollection as he entered the front door. High school might be behind him, but it doesn’t feel like he was past it. He decided on some quick “catharsis” before boarding the flight. Scanning the somewhat empty airport, he found what he was looking for in the security.

He went to work placing a few thoughts in heads and wondered if he should make this incident more open or intimate.