Fiction | Short Story

What if This is The Matrix?

Inspired by Music: Grammy Versions III

I’m a vampire from St. Louis, Missouri. Sure, in my life and death, I’ve traveled the world. My House has been based in the Midwest of what you now call North America for over 2500 years.  I just thought you should know so we can get through the rest of the story. For some reason, the last few times I’ve told the story people get all bent out of shape.

I’d rather stay in my bed. I don’t like leaving often. I barely get out to eat anymore. It just takes too much work. Plus, doing this vegan blood thing by only drinking animals for the last 200 years is getting really old. By 2100 we won’t need to drink blood at all they said, huh. The year is 2102, they are 2 entire years behind. My House made a pact that we’d be sure to meet up for a few reasons: a new vamp was being inducted, a 300 year birthday, or if we’ve gone longer than 50 years without a check-in.

The reason I have to pick out my Afro and get out of these Pokemon pajamas on this glorious day is because Andre decided to go and get married. Yeah, a new inductee to the House. He decided to wait to turn her until the wedding. A mistake if you ask me. She’s going to be so thirsty.

After I was all packed and ready to go, I went to the basement garage since it was still daylight out. I needed to use the Tesla SUV on self drive tinted windows for a few hours.

I planned to read and message some friends on the way out. Instead, I got caught up in my thinking… again. What’s the purpose of the world and what not. Even smaller, what I am going to do for the rest of my life. I don’t know how I always got in these cycles. It just comes and goes as it pleases. I’ve been controlling it for the last few 100 years. But it never makes it any easier when the depression and anxiety shows up.

Part of me just wanted to turn off the sun protection on the car to end it all. What happens after I become a pile of ash? Do good vampires get to go to Heaven or do we really not have a soul like they say in all the books and movies? Would they even miss me? Anyone at the House. I mean they all come to me when they need me, sure, but this last decade no one even checked up on me.

I’m sure it’s because I’m always the strong one. People never really check up on the strong friend. Usually, it’s when I’m needed to handle something for the House or a member of the House. That’s not what makes me sad though, surprisingly, I like to be left alone any way. But that’s the thing isn’t it? Some times I wake up fine. Some days I can’t get out of bed. Other days, I’m constantly thinking and thinking so much that I can’t get anything done.

Sort of like this car ride, I’ve just been continuously wondering if the Matrix is real. It’s one of my favorite movies you know. I feel trapped in this world. What’s the purpose, there has to be a greater purpose… right?

I remember the first and only time I tried to have myself staked and the House found out. They thought, since it was only 5 years after I had been turned at the time that it was a one time thing. Only, it wasn’t. I thought about finding out if there was happiness somewhere else, another life maybe, before I was turned. They thought they needed to get me all this helped and was excited when I said I was “fine. Actually, I just learned how to tell them what they wanted to hear.

Anyway, time flies when you’re in a crisis, nice chat. It’s time for me enter the mansion. It’s so draining to put on this smile. Wish me luck.

(Spoiler: Based on 1-800-273-8255 by Logic, Alessia Cara, Khalid)