Kaster

The sky feels different today. Ugh…damn clouds, can’t even let someone appreciate the beauty of a

the sky full of stars.

Why do people live with each other? Why everyone needs a partner? Well, I guess that question can only be answered by a human. Hmm... And we’re out of whiskey. Well speaking of a human, there’s one pro of not being one-I can have all the liquor I want without any liver problem. Man, I wish there

were more pros.

Robert (The butler) enters

Robert – “Sir, your laundry is done. Is there anything else or I should head home?”

Kaster – (Waves hand as a gesture to let him go)

Robert – “Good night sir.”

(Robert leaves the penthouse)

Well, the last time I felt close to someone was when I was 11. That ice-cream parlor guy who always game me extra frosting was one good man. I hope he still has his shop there. I remember he always used to play games with me not handing me over the ice cream in the first place. I wish life was as

simpler as it was back then.

Hmm…

(Kaster throws the whiskey glass at the wall)

WHY AM I LIKE THIS!!!!!!

Why can’t I just die? Why why why….?? I don’t want this. I don’t want any of this. What is my

purpose in life?

Ahh… Finally, a clear sky. Man, I think I should work on my temper. Robert doesn’t say anything

about the broken glasses, but I bet he wonders what I do at night.

Sometimes I feel like these stars are talking to me. They call me to join them. Am I insane? Or this is the new form of sanity in today’s world. I don’t know and more precisely I don’t care. I always had this feeling in me which I try to hide but at the end of the day, it hits hard. I envy humans. I mean when I look at them, they are so happy. Even though they’re making 20$/hour they are satisfied.

How are they so happy? Look at me, I have everything, Liquor, girls, car, house, money, and whatnot.

Man, I wish there were no nights. Nights are the hardest, especially the dusk. I am not afraid of anyone but that’s not the case. The only thing which I’m afraid of is how people will react knowing the truth about me. I guess that’s the reason my birth parents left me. I mean who wants a werewolf kid. Thinking of that, I sometimes try to picture them. What are they like or were? I don’t know If they’re still alive. Well, my adopted parents are dead as well so what can I say about the real ones.

Do they even miss me? Will they ever come back to meet me? Well even if they will, they have one big lecture coming their way about parenting. But still, why do I miss them even when I haven’t met

them once?

Ahhhhhhh…………. Why is this so hard? The more I think, the more I get tangled in it. This is not

sanity.

Guess that’s enough mind games for today. I should take some rest, or I will not be able to attend the meeting with the Cooper’s tomorrow. They are one problem. They always want different kinds of mods for their trucks. I mean c’mon, Trucks? What is this 1930s? Who wants to modify trucks? But they still are one top firm. I should not lose them. The last time we had a meeting they asked me about the dual exhaust for an off-road truck. They are a quite old school. I wish they had more interest in classics, like my 1957 convertible blue chevy. That baby has my heart. But looks like everyone got their own choice. Well having a company on an international level, I should respect that.

NEXT DAY

“Good morning sir” Robert is always ahead of time. He has a spare key to my penthouse and always

comes in the morning at 7 to wake me up. What I feel awkward about it, even if he sees that I’m naked he still stands at the gate until I wake up.

“Make some breakfast, I’ve got a meeting at 8” keeping aside many of his qualities, cooking is the best.

He can make any type of food and excels in every one of them.

“What do you say about pancakes sir?” I love his pancakes.

“Yeah, yeah. Just make it fast” I didn’t have to mention this, but he’ll make it before I’ll come out of the shower.

‘KC MODS’ was set up by me when I was 26. Some people still don’t believe me but that is the truth. I

had the money of my adopted parents since they died when I was just 14. After that, I saved that money and used most of it in setting up my modifications workshop when I turned 18. After 8 years I

had made enough to open my own company since I started getting big projects of designing the mods of a whole range of cars and bikes. Since then, I have had this company which is running by my name initials KC. My stepsister Amelia who is 10 years younger than me never had much interest in my company and as soon as she turned 18, she asked me to give her half of her parents’ money. We don’t share a great bond and she only visits me when in need of money for her college stuff. I never went to college because I always wanted to avoid people and that’s one reason why I don’t even know which college she goes to. Robert is the one who always faces her when she is here and pays her whatever she wants. Later, he tells me the figure and I pay him. I guess it's good for the both of us that we don’t talk much because she isn’t aware of the reality as of now and must never be.