He gets up from the floor, after simply marinating in own his sadness for days.
2 to be exact.
2 days since it all happened.
Since his life was forever changed.
As he stands up, he accidentally catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror.
“OH SHIT NO NO NO” he thinks to himself
He wishes he didn’t see himself in that hallway mirror.
he didn’t want to look at himself.
Because now when he looked in the mirror, it wasn’t really him, was it?
It was some spotted stranger, because now when Jonathon looked in the mirror, he didn’t see a 30 something man with long hair, a scruffy beard and glasses, or even his regretful haircut he DEFINITLY paid way too much for.
He saw a stranger.
Some deformed…thing.
Even before the incident, he was always pretty insecure. But at least then he felt human, he WAS human. But now, was he really a person?
He should’ve covered all the mirrors by now, hell maybe even broken then. It’s not like his luck can get any worse right?
He stumbled to the ground, and the mirror falls with him, shattering into a million pieces.
“Oh shit, that whole bad luck thing better be fake…just in case.”
He picks up the broom, and dumps the glass into the bin.
While he’s in the kitchen, he thinks to himself.
Does he still need food?
I mean he doesn’t even have a face but, he’s still vaguely human, in a way.
Some weird, technical way.
So, he grabs a slice of leftover pizza, and sits down.
As he “eats”, (he’s not even sure if he can really call it that considering he has no mouth, he just kind of puts it in his face…hole) he starts thinking about how truly fucked up it all is.
He thinks about how his co-workers laughed at his pain when he was desperate for help right after. IT happened.
He thinks about how liv, his only real friend didn’t even stand by his side, even she saw him as a freak.
I mean, God for a good few hours he thought she was dead.
Geez, maybe that would’ve been a kinder fate then being turned into the spot.
Was he a terrible person for thinking that?
Probably.
But he was sort of dead.
Kinda.
I mean Jonathon Ohnn was.
Technically not, he just lived on as The Spot.
but the person that was once Jonathon was long gone.
His face was gone
His career
His friends
His whole life’s work
Any evidence he ever existed was gone.
And as all these thoughts raced through his mind, he actually cried.
He’d been miserable.
Angry
just an absolute wreck for the past 2 days.
But he didn’t even know he could cry still.
It felt nice in a way.
It made him feel human.
Like, no.
Maybe He isn’t some freak.
Maybe he’s still him.
Maybe He’s the same person.
Maybe He’s still Jonathon Ohnn.
Alone sure, but maybe Jonathon Ohnn wasn’t dead.
Suddenly, he got a phone call.
Shit.
It was his mother.
He quickly answered
“Mum what do you want?”
“Don’t be like that! I’m your mother! God...”
“Okay. Sorry. I’m sorry.”
Oh, great less then 30 seconds of interaction and he’s already apologising.
“We heard about some accident at alchemax.”
“Yeah...?”
“Are you okay?”
Nobody had asked how he was doing this whole time.
That simple question meant everything.
His parents were shitty, but maybe all it took for them to be kind was a workplace accident.
“Uhm…sort of. Yes? No? It’s hard to explain”
“Uh huh...”
“Uhm maybe I can come over today? It’s just easier to talk in person”
“Alright. See you then Joanne”
Good lord, for all she knew her kid could be horrifically injured, I mean he sort of was, and she still couldn’t call him by his name?
I mean, they haven’t had a proper conversation in years.
Even when they did talk, it was always him wishing them a happy birthday, or Christmas,
he was always the one initiating it.
They never called him on his birthday.
Or Christmas
It was sort of a halfway to disowning, I guess.
He wasn’t their perfect little girl anymore.
He was their son.
They wanted him to get a husband and be a good housewife,
give them grandchildren
and be obedient.
I mean having a husband was still on the table, but not like they wanted it.
Even when they did see each other in person, it was never at his parents’ house.
He hated that house.
It wasn’t his house.
Not anymore at least.
But even when it was, for those 18 years of living there, it never truly felt like home.
It was like living in a stranger’s house,
never truly comfortable.
But he was desperate.
Even some cold, fake affection would be better than the emptiness he was experiencing as off late.
He picked up a jacket, brown bucket hat and a pair of green sunglasses in some sort of an attempt to hide his spots...holes?
he didn’t quite know what he should call them.
But whatever they were, he was just trying his best to make sure nobody could spot them. “HAH spot” he giggled to himself
He tried his best to get down to his car as soon as possible, he didn’t even like driving but he didn’t feel comfortable catching a bus or walking like this.
Eventually, he found himself driving down to his parents’ place.
He tried to think of some sort of script, like any totally alistic person does when facing social interaction.
Oh, he’s here.
He dreads getting out of the car.
“I should’ve worn more clothes to hide them…”
He slowly walks up to their front door and rings the doorbell.
“Oh god I hope nobody else sees me like this. What am I even doing here?? I should go...”
As he’s about to walk away, the door opens.
He quickly puts his hands on his face, hoping whoever opened the door doesn’t notice
“Joanne?” his dad calls out from inside
“Oh! Uhm hello dad!!”
“Do you winna come in? your mums inside on the couch”
“oh uh yes!”
He steps inside, looking down on the ground to try hide his “face”.
His mother gets up from the couch to greet him.
“Hello...”
She’s noticeably colder to him then she was on the phone.
“So, care to tell us what happened?”
he stayed silent. Just TRYING to muster up the courage to answer her.
“Well?”
after a moment, he thinks of an answer.
“Just…just please promise me you won’t laugh?”
His parents seemed confused, but eventually they nodded in agreement.
They stared as he removed his green glasses, brown bucket hat and jacket.
“What are you…are you wearing some sort of costume?”
“No dad...”
“Is this some sort of joke?!”
‘No mum! This is what happened to me! In the collider explosion…I was holding a container of dark matter and it broke! And now I’m just…I’m just like this!” there’s a visible panic in his voice.
“Now there’s no need to get aggressive Joanne, your mother and I are simply curious.”
“Oh my god…you still won’t call me by my name huh?”
“What the fuck are you talking about? That IS your name! we picked it for you!”
“It isn’t and you know it, you’ve known for years. Even now you can’t show me some basic dignity and call me Jonathon?”
His parents stay silent.
“I... I have nobody anymore. I don’t even feel human anymore!”
“Well, you kind of aren’t, right? You’re not really you, are you?”
“w-what?” he broke down into tears, questioning his mother. Did she really just say that?
“you said it yourself. You’ve changed. This, accident changed you. You don’t even have a face for god’s sake! How can you call yourself human anymore?”
“I shouldn’t have come here...I..I need to go”
“don’t come back.”
The car ride home was cold.
This was the final chance he had.
Now he well and truly had nobody.
It seemed that everyone in the world hated Jonathon Ohnn.
No, he shouldn’t call himself that.
Like his mother said,
“you’re not really you”.