We all have counterparts. Have you spoken with your's lately?
Counterparts
The boxcar jolted suddenly as it slammed into the
car ahead and again as the car behind repeated the violent collision.
Jeremy was shaken from his sleep, and his heart raced, his eyes wide in alarm.
He brushed the dirt and straw from his hair as he peered through the boxcar's
open door. The train had stopped, and the landscape gave him no clues as to his
location, save for a few scattered cactus plants, tumbleweeds and sand.
Obviously, an arid land.
He
was hot and thirsty, and the air inside was heating up from the merciless sun
shining with a vengeance on the roof of the boxcar. Perspiration beaded
up on his skin, and when it ran down it tickled Jeremy.
At
the opposite end of the empty car, something moved in the darkness. Jeremy
squinted to get a better view of it. The dark figure appeared to be a body, but
alive or"? When Jeremy jumped into the car early that morning before
sunrise, he walked every inch of the inside, and there was no one but him in
the car. This was the first time the train had stopped, so how did this figure
get on board? And was the figure a threat?
There
was something else, too. There was just something not right about the mysterious
travel companion. It was his clothing. He wasn't wearing any.
His nakedness was complete. It almost appeared to be a mannequin devoid
of any adornment or definition and was completely hairless, from what Jeremy
could make out as his eyes adjusted to the dark side of the boxcar.
It
sat stiffly against the far wall, with its back against the wall and its legs
flat on the floor. The body made a 90 degree turn at the waist.
Then, as Jeremy continued to stare, it moved its head and stared directly back
at Jeremy.
"Hello,
Jeremy," it said. Jeremy felt a sudden wave of fear grab him like a
cold vise. He couldn't move. Finally, Jeremy found his voice.
"Who
are you?" Jeremy asked.
"I'm
the other half of you," it replied. Jeremy grinned nervously.
"Is
this a joke? A nightmare?" he asked. The stranger began to
move away from the wall, trying to stand up, but it moved stiffly, as if it was
just learning to move for the first time. Although the train was not moving,
the stranger moved like it was trying to keep its balance without falling down.
"Excuse
my awkwardness, Jeremy, but this is the first time I've had a real body, and I
am trying to get used to moving in it." The stranger finally managed
to stand up and stared at Jeremy. "You can call me Al. You know,
like the Paul Simon song? You can call me Al. I always did like that
song. So do you, by the way. I know much about you." Al
chuckled.
“How
can you be a part of me? This has got to be a dream, right?" Jeremy
asked. Suddenly, the boxcar jolted again as the train resumed its
travel. Al was thrown violently to the floor.
"WHOA!" yelled Al. "I
don't want to go breaking anything already. That would be most
inconvenient"and painful." He managed to pull himself up again using
the side wall and leaned against it for support. Jeremy was amused, but
not ready to smile or reveal any facial expression.
"No,
Jeremy, this is not a dream. It is quite real. However, itishighly unusual. Only under
special circumstances is this permitted." Al tried walking and looked like
a toddler taking its first steps. Jeremy couldn't help but laugh at Al as
he watched Al struggle to maintain his balance. Then as suddenly as Jeremy
laughed, he became serious again.
"Will
you please tell me what you are talking about? Who are you?" Jeremy asked
again. Al answered him while still trying to master being ambulatory.
"I
am the voice in your head, Jeremy. Your conscience, your hunches, your
ideas. Some call me the Id. But I prefer Al. Others call me
the subconscious. I am your spirit, that which lives on after you
die. I am your Soul." Al was quickly mastering the use of two
legs and walked to the front of the boxcar, turned around and stopped, staring
again at Jeremy.
"Jeremy,
there is nothing in existence that does not have a counterpart. For
instance, hot and cold, up and down, in and out, hard and soft, wet and dry,
matter and void. Are you beginning to understand?" Jeremy nodded.
"And
so it is with us. You have a physical body and I am your spirit, your
non-physical body. Your body will die someday, but I will live on;wewill live on. I am you and you are
me." Al walked toward the open door.
"Don't
get so close to the edge!" Jeremy yelled. Jeremy jumped up to grab
Al, but stopped when he raised his palm to Jeremy.
"I
cannot die, Jeremy, but you can." Al gazed out the door at the
passing scenery, then whispered to himself. "I am talking to myself.
How odd." Then Al laughed. He sat down on the edge of the open
boxcar door, allowing his legs to dangle over and outside. "Come sit
down next to me, Jeremy." Al motioned for Jeremy to come
closer. "It'll be alright. I promise." Keeping in
mind what Al said about Jeremy being able to die, Jeremy cautiously sat down
next to him.
Jeremy
was able, now, to get a closer look at Al, and noticed how strange he looked
with no pores, no hair, nothing. Al looked like he could be a latex
mannequin.
"Jeremy,
no one really dies. The body stops functioning, but the spirit"me"lives on forever.
When your body dies, I take all the happy memories and experiences with me"I
mean, us. All the bad is left behind. Bad is counterproductive, and it
dies, too. It has no place beyond this world.
Clanging
bells approached and rushed by as the train crossed a rural highway with a lone
beat-up pickup truck waiting behind the crossing gates. Al waved to the
driver.
"Can
they see you?" Jeremy asked.
"No
one but you sees me, Jeremy, but I get a kick out of waving anyway."
Jeremy smiled and shook his head. He was beginning to like this"other
self, even though it had a very weird appearance. He was having trouble
accepting Al was really himself"in spirit.
"Why
are you here like"like this?" Jeremy asked, pointing at Al. Al
turned to stare at Jeremy, intently and unsmiling.
"Because
you were going to kill yourself." Jeremy felt a chill run down his
back. Al's stare seemed cold, lifeless, and the lack of eyelashes,
eyebrows"the lack of any hair at all made Al's face appear somewhat sinister.
"How
did you know that?" asked Jeremy.
"Jeremy,
have you not been listening to me? You listen to people scream who think
they are singing. You listen to your friends. Why do you not listen
to yourself?" Al was frowning now. Jeremy had no answer.
Al
stood up and walked to the middle of the boxcar, sat down, drew his knees up to
his chin, wrapped his arms around his shins and said nothing. Jeremy got
up and sat down across from Al and they faced each other as Jeremy assumed the
same position.
"We
have to have a serious talk, Jeremy," Al said.
"You
sound like my dad, now," said Jeremy.
"You
should listen to your parents, Jeremy. They love you, no matter what
happens. You are their flesh and blood. They will always love
you." Al’s eyelids blinked. "However, you have your own
life and your own thoughts, opinions and choices to make. Don't make the
mistake of letting other people make you think like they think. When you
listen to some rock singer sing about devil worship and suicide, you are
listening to their thoughts and opinions. Don't let yourself be
influenced by them." Al smiled, then continued.
"There
are good souls and bad souls. People who preach death and destruction have
souls that have gone bad, partly because they don't want to deal with the way
things are and have given up. They think going to some 'other dimension'
is cool." Al shook his head. Jeremy sat quietly, mesmerized.
"If you
listen to what they sing about and do what they say, you will do the same thing
the rats did that followed the Pied Piper." Al put his hands around
his neck and feigned choking, sticking his tongue out. "You will
die." They both laughed. Then Jeremy frowned.
"But
there is so much pain in this world. Sometimes I feel like nobody cares
about me," Jeremy said.
"Yes,
it seems that way, sometimes, Jeremy. Remember, I am your
counterpart. I feel your sadness, your loneliness. Al put his arms
behind him and his palms flat on the floor, leaned back and spread his legs
wide so they were on both sides of Jeremy. "There is joy in this
world, Jeremy. Al cast a quick glance at the open door. "And
there is plenty of joy out there"enough for both of us. I can't tell what
is in store for you. It's forbidden. But I promise you it's there for
you. There are thousands of people you will meet in your life, but not
all at once, thank goodness." Again, they both laughed.
"Well, not unless you become a rock star." Al smiled.
"Some of them will love you, some of them will hate you. You'll have
good times, and you'll have bad times. You have a lot of living to
do." Al leaned toward Jeremy, made a fist and pushed it gently
against Jeremy's chin in a mock punch. Jeremy smiled. "As for
me, Jeremy, I love you, man."
Jeremy
sat quietly looking at the wooden floor and thought. "My parents are
probably worried sick about me"I mean us." He looked up at Al.
"Especially
after reading that suicide note you left for them," Al said.
"You know, they are terrified you are already dead." Jeremy
began to cry, and covered his face with his hands. Al reached out and put
a hand on Jeremy's shoulder. "You"I mean we gotta go home, ole
physical pal of mine," Al said. "After a while, I promise, life
will begin to turn around for you. But you have to keep a positive
outlook on things."
Jeremy
wiped the tears from his face, leaving streaks of dirt on his cheeks.
"What about you? Where will you be?"
"Oh,
I'll be the little voice you will hear in your head. Now, aren't you glad
we had this little talk?" Al asked.
"So,
in other words, I am right now just speaking to myself"? Jeremy asked.
"Bingo!"
Jeremy laughed.
"You
know, they lock people up for that, Al."
"HA!
They are crazy. You are not," said Al. "Someday your body
will stop functioning, and you and I will be together forever, dude. But
that won't be for a long time." Jeremy again stared at the
floor. Al stood up and walked to the dark side of the boxcar.
Jeremy felt very tired and stretched out on the floor and fell asleep.
"Hey,
kid! What are you doing in there? Get up, son, and get out
here!" a voice yelled at Jeremy. Jeremy woke up to a bright
light in his eyes, which he quickly assumed was a flashlight. It was dark
outside and the train had stopped. Jeremy sat up and said, "I want
to go home, sir." Jeremy stood up, walked to the door and jumped out
onto the ground.
"Come
on, kid," the man said as he put his arm around Jeremy's shoulders.
"I'll take you to a phone. I bet your parents are worried sick about
you."
Jeremy
looked back into the boxcar, but only saw darkness. In his head he heard
a voice. "I love you, man."
Utterly bizarre and interesting. I found myself thinking "but what about this?" several times throughout, and you seemed to be a jump ahead of me in answering. The parallels you have Al draw, in and out, hot and cold, etc., are not just counterparts, but opposites. So Jeremy is having a conversation with The Opposite of Jeremy, and as the story progresses, we find out that Jeremy's intent at the beginning is the opposite of Jeremy's intent at the end.
Wow! This is very good. The description is very vivid. I can see everything so clearly! I really like this story.
If I could poke at it a little, there are some places where quotes need to go:
"No, Jeremy, this is not a dream. It is quite real. However, it is highly unusual. Only under special circumstances is this permitted. Al tried walking and looked like a toddler taking its first steps.
Didn't know where "Al" stopped speaking. I guessed after "permitted"
Also, replace some of the "Al's" and "Jeremy's" with other pronouns or other forms of description. Like, "the void figure" maybe to describe Al.
The paragraphs that contain all the info we need as a reader, mix in some of your wonderful descriptions (I see you're capable of) between the dialogue of Jeremy's reaction to the information Al is giving him. Seeing Jeremy' facial reactions helps understand his confused state.
It's a great story! I truly liked it. Hope you get more reviews!