Complex: Definition - Psychological Problem
#1 of Complex
C omplex
D efinition : Psychological problem
S ynonyms : anxiety, exaggerated reaction, fear , fixation, fixed idea, hang-up, idéefixe, insanity, mania, neurosis, obsession, phobia, preoccupation, repression
** 1**
Everything was normal. Typical boring day for Jace as he wakes up still half asleep and a little dizzy for getting up too fast. Jace is the kind of kid that leaves his clothes lying all over the room, not able to tell which ones are clean and which ones are dirty. Like that matters? Jace stumbled into the bathroom just perpendicular to his bedroom door. The bathroom wasn't too much too look at either. Empty deodorant sticks lying on the counter, a full bottle of soap that looked untouched by anyone, an almost empty toothpaste tube missing the lid. Yup, for Jace, this was life.
Every weekday was the same. But that's how Jace liked it. He had a dog, which you could tell was on his deathbed just by looking at him, Golden Retriever, one older brother who seemed to do his own thing whenever he wanted to, a lower class home In the ghetto's of a neighborhood, and two parents who were divorced.
His mom had moved out of the house to stay with a friend till she could provide for herself. All she ever did all day was sleep and groan. You could tell her friend was just about ready to kick her out. His dad on the other hand, seemed eerily happy. It was like he was desperately trying to forget everything that had happened, like he was in a complete state of denial. He would wake up early morning, attempt to make breakfast, shutdown halfway and put his head on the table to sob. It was pathetic to Jace. His brother was never home so there isn't much to say about him.
Jace had just gotten out of the shower when he realized he forgot to use the shampoo. That too, was normal. Jace didn't like to think he was well built or muscular. In fact he was kind of scrawny. Jace was about five foot ten and weighing somewhere around one fifty. He didn't do much but dry his finger length dirty brown hear. It seemed to fall down in front of his eyes and it was a miracle he could see.
He didn't necessarily like school. But nor did he hate it. It was the only time he could really escape the realization that was his family. Jace wasn't popular. In fact he only seemed to have two friends that stuck by him through everything. One was a short Asian one who's parents seemed to be too harsh on him sometimes. He had a complicated name to say but they just called him Alex. The other was kind of husky and tall. He wasn't fat, just a little chubby and round. His parents had died in an unfortunate freak train wreck when he was just nine. Old enough to remember. He lived with his grandparents who seemed nice to strangers but were really strict and demanding behind closed doors. He was planning on moving out as soon as he turned eighteen, but that was still two years away. His name was William but he told people to call him Joshua or "Josh" for short. Don't really know why. Simple, average name and a simple average life.
Josh was a year behind Jace and Alex, starting his junior year of high school. Yah, the three were an interesting group. They all had problems of their own and didn't really seem to enjoy life too much. They would hang out by the dried out creek after school and go home when it got too dark. Jace got D's in school, Josh had an average grade point average and Alex couldn't get anything less than an A. Everything just seemed to fit in this boring world of theirs.
Jace and Alex were fine with the ways things were going but it was Josh who demanded change. He seemed to be going a little crazy lately. His grandparents wouldn't let him hang out with the other two on weekdays. He kind of had a small sense of cabin fever, not being able to talk to anyone for five days of the week. Josh was left out of "what they would call action" most of the time. Not on purpose, it's just that Josh's Grandparents limit him.
Jace would come home late at night after hanging out with Alex all day, his dad still pathetic, his dog still old, and his brother still independent. Before Jace would go to bed, he would make himself something to eat for dinner, feed the dog, then maybe work on homework, though doing the homework was rare. He would then crash on his bed and turn on his small white T.V. in his bedroom to something funny like a comedian. But Jace didn't get many channels and the comedians would only appear on his favorite channel on Saturdays. Till then he would switch it to some kind of history channel and fall asleep to the talking. He would fall asleep in all of his clothes and chances are he would wear what he fell asleep in to school the next morning. He couldn't sleep over the fact that his dad was probably still in the kitchen pitying himself or giving himself a false sense of happiness.
The T.V. wasn't doing the trick so he flopped his lazy arm on the nightstand to his right and began to feel around. He found what he was looking for after a few seconds of frustration. He picked up his book, turned off the T.V. and began to read. It was Stephen Kings "The Shining". He was about half way through the book and still nothing really exiting had happened. He kept waiting for Danny to run into ghost twins on his tricycle but it never seemed to happen. The book was definitely different than he remembered, after seeing the movie. He became impatient with the book and set it down on his nightstand again.
Jace started to recap everything he had done that day. He finished and he still wasn't asleep. So he tried to remember everything he did the day before that. Then silence in the room. Jace wondered what had changed until he realized that his dad had stopped sobbing for the night and had maybe gone to bed or out to get a beer or something like that. He lost his place down memory road and decided that it wasn't helping. Jace left the room and wandered into kitchen almost tripping over a loose rug. It was dark and hard to see anything but somehow Jace found the medicine cabinet, grabbed the sleeping pills, and popped a couple in his mouth to ensure that he would fall asleep that night. It didn't take long for the pills to take effect as he flopped onto the couch in the living room that separated his bedroom and the kitchen. Barely still awake but unable to move, Jace had wondered that he must have been more tired than he had previously thought.
Jace was grateful that his life wasn't any worse than it was now, but all in all, it was still pretty bad and things could only get better from his perspective. But karma had a funny way showing itself. And the next day was definitely worse than he could have imagined.
sorry this is so short, it was late at night and i wanted to just finish what was in my head at the time. of course this is just a small introductory to a longer, better story so bear with me that this was a boring read.
The next Chapter should get started pretty quickly if i have time to write it and will include tags that weren't covered in the first chapter. Example: Horror, Fear, Psychological, etc.
If you have a problem with Violence, Gore, etc. then i consider you don't read the next chapter. but if its what your in too, by all means, go for it.
Disclaimer: I do not take credit for Stephen Kings "the shining" or anything else that might have been depicted in this fictional story.