Andrew Rickman

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


The story of Andrew Rickman is about a young man who loses the love of his life and after turning to a new drug begins to see her in his dreams.

Submitted: November 30, 2017

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“This life I live is not one of pain or sorrow because for most of it I had you with me. However, how does this world expect me to keep going without you in it? The sun has lost its shine and the air now only smells of the weak scent of the perfume you wore. Just enough of a reminder of you that leaves this whole in my soul completely empty. The grass beneath my feet no longer leaves the impression of my shoe. For now, I float, gliding from place to place. How can something not truly alive make any impact on this earthly plane? Now the time has come for all these feeling to end. The eternal slumber that comes for us all has called my name. The whisper of peace and the false promise of the reunion that will never be. Many of us go this long and tiresome journey without ever meeting that perfect fitting piece. We grow old and bent, wishing for the one until the very end. I was lucky enough to have you. I chose this for I am the truly lucky one. I found you, or maybe you found me. Whatever the reason I go now knowing that I have lived”
Andrew Rickman’s last words
 
Andrew Rickman
 
“Andrew I am not here to tell you how to live your life. You are a grown man who decided he wanted to be here. Just let me tell you, you are better than the grades I am seeing....” The voice of Andrews trigonometry professor continued to fill the small cramped office, overstuffed with papers from ten years ago. However, these empty half ended compliments never reached their destination. For Andrew’s mind was on other much more important matters. His soul purpose for attending college and the love of his life Katy was coming to town. Just in time for spring break. Noticing Andrews lack of attention the short and very round trigonometry professor leans in and asked: “Are you still with us Mr. Rickman?” To which Andrew shook his head smiled and said “Sir trigonometry is my reason for waking up in the morning” Andrew’s lack of interest in most thing society found important often put in situations like the one he found himself in now. Andrew cared for very few things in life, for he was what most would call a pessimist. He was not really fond of too many people and the thought of an institution that force fed you everything “you needed to know” just made his skin crawl. Mr. Short Round as Andrew called him just stared blankly at the young man sitting in front of him. With a long sigh and running a hand through his very thin and gray hair, Short Round barked “Mr. Rickman get out of my office and do come back when you learn some perspective for what this is. This class, hell this whole school is to teach you how to function in society. You can not go by the beat of your own drum in the real world. And the sooner you find that out the better it will be for you in the end”. This is what Andrew was waiting to hear. He quickly raised out of his seat put out his hand across the desk toward Mr. Short Round proclaiming “Sir your words have finally reached this wayward soul” Not returning his hand Mr. Short Round promptly slid his chair which moaned as it moved in front of the computer on the desk. As Andrew turned around he noticed the picture of Mr. Short Round and Mrs. Short Round with the two little not yet round but very much short children on the desk. Thinking to himself “at least he found someone to put up with him, in that regard we are both lucky”.
 
 


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