The Story of David Mayter (2004)
Created by Baby
Jake, © 2004. Please do not redistribute, recreate, or edit without my explicit
permission. My contact information should be listed at the bottom of this
document, so if you have any questions, refer to that to contact me.
WARNING: The following story includes content featuring infantilism. If this
subject offends you, do not continue reading. Also, this story isn’t the
happiest thing in the world. Just telling you.
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“I was always the loner when I was littler. In school,
I’d be that quiet kid in the corner who, no one knew about, and so, they
wouldn’t acknowledge. I had no friends, and was getting pretty miserable. But
according to the way things have turned out now, that’s the happiest I’d been
in a while...” – David Mayter
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David sat in his room,
alone…in the center of his room, in the center of the floor. The blinds were
closed, his desk lamp was on. It was about dawn. The exact time was unknown, as
it has been many hours since he looked. It was very dark where the sun wasn’t
coming through, or where the desk lamp wasn’t lighting. But David didn’t bother
turning on the ceiling light. He didn’t care to. He had a much bigger thing on
his mind. David breathed in deeply, and wiped away several tears that were
going down his cheeks. Then he finally looked around himself. Around him were
papers. Notebook papers, just surrounding him everywhere, but their contents
were unknown. However, he looked over at a notebook, sitting in front of him
with a pencil sitting by it. He sobbed once or twice, until he finally leaned
in to read what was on the open page.
”Writing is a passion for me…it is the
way I let out my anger, let off steam. Paper is also a good way to wipe tears
from my bloodshot eyes; at least it has been for the past few days. This really
could be the last entry I write for a while. I think I may have snapped…if
these journal entries that I am about to read don’t remind me how much I
cherish life itself, I may end up doing something very drastic…something I
don’t want to do. I may hurt myself…or someone else…”
David then wiped a few tears
from his face, and shut the book. He quickly sobbed, and opened it up at the
beginning, revealing a page filled with writing…
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Entry 01: Cold Feet
“So I did it. I finally did it! I managed to build
enough guts to buy one…but unfortunately, I could only build so much guts to do
one thing…”
”Okay, thank you” a kid said to the cashier.
“No problem, have a great
day” the cashier replied to the kid politely.
The kid took his bag, whipped
it over his shoulder, and quickly left the store. Like a great hammer, the sun
beat onto the kid as he walked across the black cement of the parking lot,
towards his bike. But half way there, he quickly turned back towards the building.
The sun glaring in his eyes made him squint quite a bit as the kid suddenly
began jogging towards the side of the building, towards a pile of dirt, rock
and debris in a lot beside the store. Once there, however, he quickly took the
bag from his shoulder, and dropped it to his feet. He checked around, and
looked towards the main road, making sure no one saw him go behind the dirt
mound, out of sight from the main street. Once he had confirmed the coast was
clear, he suddenly took off a backpack that he was wearing. He checked again
cautiously for people, before finally putting the bag inside of his backpack,
zipped his pack, and whipped it back onto his back. Looking out from the mound,
he once again saw the coast was clear of people walking. Then quickly, he
jogged from the mound towards his bike…
He quickly hopped onto his
bike, and began pedaling down the side walk. From there, he passed a few blocks
quickly, crossing the roads without stopping, since it was rare to find a car
going through them. But finally, he had reached a main road, and had to stop
and wait for a crossing guard.
“Hey David” the female
crossing guard said as she walked into the crosswalk.
“…hey Mrs. Rolland” the kid,
or ‘David’, said to the crossing guard.
”How’s everything?” Mrs. Rolland asked as she continued walking.
”Their good…how about you?” David asked.
“Ha-ha, just working…what did
you get at the store?” Mrs. Rolland asked as she put her hands out.
“…not too much, just some pop
and stuff…” David replied with hesitation.
“Oh that’s nice…well, have a
nice day!” Mrs. Rolland said as she stopped traffic for David.
“Thanks, you too” Davis said
as he road across the road quickly.
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Finally, he was home. His
bike was parked out back, and he was finally inside of his house, walking up
his front steps.
“Hey David!” a woman said at
the top of the steps.
“Hey mom” David said shyly on
his way up.
“What’s up?” she asked as he
walked on by.
“Not much…” he said as he sat
down on a nearby chair.
“How was school?” his mom asked.
“Like school: it sucked” he
admitted.
“Well that’s no good” his mom
said. “Have any homework?” she asked.
“Nope, not much at all” he
said.
“Okay, well, get dressed and
you can go outside” she said.
“Heh, okay, thanks” he said.
David then quickly got up,
and walked into his room. He glanced around his room once his door was shut,
and finally double checked to see if his door was locked. Suddenly he launched
over to his bed, and tossed his backpack onto his bed. He quickly unzipped the
backpack, and pulled out the familiar plastic-bag. Then finally he looked
around one final time, when he finally pulled out what was inside the bag. He
glared at the contents, a small package with the words imprinted on the front:
‘Baby King Pacifiers’
He starred at them for a few
moments, until finally snatching them off of his bed, and opened them up, and
laid the three pacifiers onto his nearby computer desk, and starred at them.
There was a blue one, a green one, and a red one, each the same size, and the
same shape. He looked at them for a few moments, until finally snagging the
blue one. He slowly walked over to the mirror on his wall, and starred at
himself in the mirror as he slowly put the pacifier into his mouth.
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David quickly approached the
familiar, to him, door of his friend’s house. He was of course outside now, it
was still hot and dry out there. The sun was shining and there wasn’t a cloud
in the sky. Quickly he knocked on the jade-colored beat up wood door, and took
a few steps back. It was only a few short moments until the sounds of footsteps
began from behind the door, and then, the jade-colored beat up wood door swung
open, revealing another kid, about the same age as David.
“Hey man, come on up” the kid
said to David.
“Heh, alright man. On my way”
David replied to the kid.
Quickly David walked into the
house, past the kid, and then up a flight of steps. Eventually he reached a
living room, and from there, David instantly sat down onto the couch.
“So what do you want to do?”
the kid asked David.
“The heck if I know, it’s all
you” David replied.
“Hey Sven, can you get me the
dishes?” a woman asked from the nearby kitchen.
The kid, or ‘Sven’, sighed
deeply, and quickly got up and picked up a few dishes off the coffee table in
front of the couch. Then after he got them, he carried them out of the room.
Shortly after that, however, he returned empty handed.
“We could go to the park…ride
bikes…uh…go in the woods…” David suggested as Sven sat down next to him.
“Yeah…alright, let’s go. Mom,
we’re heading out!” Sven said, yelling a bit to his mother.
“Alright, be careful.” Sven’s
mom said from the kitchen.
“I will” Sven said as he and
David walked back down the steps, and eventually out the door.
From there, the two grabbed
their bikes, and began riding down the sidewalk. The two turned a few bends
until they finally began talking…
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The two sat now, on a fallen
tree, which laid over a steady running crick. They were obviously in the woods
now. It was much later into the day now, almost sunset. The temperature had
grown cooler now. The two chatted as friends, talking of many miscellaneous
subjects, like videogames, movies, BMX, etc: just small talk. But suddenly
David changed his attitude, changing the subject completely.
“Sven…we’re real cool
friends, right?” David asked, sounding a tad concerned.
“Yeah…I’d like to think so.
Why? What’s up?” Sven asked.
David was silent for a short
while, as though he was thinking of something hard.
“…Oh, nothing. Just wondering
.You just have to ask these things sometimes…you know?” David admitted.
Sven looked at him confused.
“Yeah…uh…I guess…” Sven said
confused.
“…Yeah…alright, so what we
were talking about?” David said, totally changing the subject yet again.
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“So I got cold feet…again. If only I could tell
him…but something keeps me from doing it. Don’t know what. He said we’re good
friends, and I’d love to believe that. But he’s weird sometimes, and I guess
that’s what keeps me from admitting it to him…my secret that is. Friends keep
secrets…and I’d just feel so much better if I could tell him. Anyways…I got my
pacifiers today like I had planned. Glad this time I didn’t freak out like when
I got my bottle. I kept it cool, thank God. As a matter of fact, I’m sucking
one right now. Feels so good, the latex nipple inside of my mouth I mean. I
could suck on this thing all day. Really, I could. But, I know that I cannot…I
hate hiding my feelings about things…when I have an opinion; I am usually one
to express it. To hell with everyone else, I mean if they don’t like it, fuck
them. Everyone has their opinions, their feelings, and they have every right to
express it…alright…I’ll stop here. Useless babbling. It’s about midnight here,
and I need sleep…so I’m going to end this entry here. Tomorrow, I’m going to
try telling him. Really, I’m going to tell him this time…”