Watermark (AB Story, with meaning)

[Corri]

Let me warn you this story will not be happy, it focuses a lot on the human condition, regret, mistrust, heartbreak, disaster, death, and other hard to deal with situations. I am not going to give away the whole story... but... yeah... be careful if you are easily upset or depressed.
Each chapter is variable length; sorry bout that.

[Corri]

Watermark, by Corri Yammari
Chapter 1, Darkness

It was three in the morning before I finally realized what a waste it was, to sit there in the lonely darkness. I was so far from home, even my car seemed to be upset. The old coupe sputtering; perhaps I used the wrong fuel, or maybe it felt what I did. That's the weird thing about your belongings, don't they seem to not work as well when you aren't? Perhaps it just missed the old days. You know, when I wasn't driving the damn thing.

I remember it so vividly, even now nineteen years old, I haven't been truly happy since then. I really do miss it; the time when I would curl up in my car seat, strapped safely in behind my mother, Enya softly playing through the radio of this old Buick. It was always my “sleepy music”, no matter which parent I was with, it was always the same thing, the same phrase uttered to my tired tiny head.

“Hey lil guy... You getting sleepy?” They would ask. “Do you want some sleepy music?”
I with my tiny voice would reply, in a nearly scripted manor; “Do you have any sleepy music?”
My folks would then reach down to insert a small black tape in the deck, the thing making a once familiar click and whir of analog audio equipment. Slowly but surely, the angelic, and almost surreal voice would emanate through the car, and before anyone knew, I was out before the end of “Watermark”.

At that time, I had no idea what my parents went through to bring me out in the world, I mean life was perfect. Well, as close to perfect as I can think of. I mean, I never had to pay any bills, worry about my next meal, have my heart broken by someone who loved me. Back then, I worried about little
and did what kids do. Cartoons, a few toys, my stuffed animals, my dog, my parents, and a a place to live, that's all I needed to be happy.

Why did it have to end? I keep myself up at night thinking about that sometimes. Why is it I crave bigger and harder to obtain things? Why do I feel the need to seek comfort from those who I know are going to hurt me in the end, why do I hurt? Why is everything so complicated?
Where did it all begin?

[Boogeyman]

THAT IS NOT A CHAPTER, SIR.

MAKE IT LONGER, PLEASE.

And the format is a little... off?