Sculpting David: Episode 1: David - A Contemporary Romance Fiction

By Chadi Nassar

This book is Episode 1/3 of the Sculpting David, part of The David Saga. This part is told in David's voice. Here we really delve into David's thoughts and get to know more about his personality and the most important people around him!

DISCLAIMER FROM THE AUTHOR: Episode 1 ends in a cliffhanger. This will be explained further in Episode 3. Now, although I prefer you do read all 3 of the Episodes in order, it is ok to go from Episode 1 to 3 then come back to 2. In fact, I decided to offer a split version of the book precisely for that reason. So that some of the readers can get a different experience from the book and get a new perspective on the book and characters. You can also read Episode 2 first, then jump into 1 and 3 :)

David is successful, spontaneous, and downright attractive. He somehow manages good grades and a social life aided. To those that see him, he is flawless but everyone has their faults. David’s journey through self-discovery is rocky and riddled with challenges. Heartbroken over the breakup with the love of his life, surprised with a chance to reclaim his heart, and devastated over a family tragedy, David journeys through the toughest parts of life to find himself. Told from three different perspectives, this book captures David’s development from the highest of the highs to the lowest of the lows.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Chadi Nassar
• Release date: Dec 30, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370206568

Chadi Nassar

Chadi’s vivid imagination originated during family road trips every weekend. Anything could get his mind running, from a garbage bag swaying in the wind to the person crossing the road. Growing up as an expat in the UAE he is considered a Third Culture Kid. His adventures as a child and his ability to create a story out of any object has fueled his passion for writing. Sculpting David is his debut novel which is only start of Chadi’s budding career.

Book preview

Sometimes I just want to cry. 

*

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The alarm is going off. I want to stay asleep. 

Another morning, another day, another sixteen hours of making it through. 

* 

I live in a world where smiles and jokes are my specialty. I am known as the social butterfly, the guy that always has something funny to say or some fun idea of something to do. 

The only idea I’ve had in a while is to die. 

I am in love. I was in love. I think I still am in the Love. 

* 

Monday morning, and the sun is shining brightly through my window. I love waking up to the sun in my eyes and looking forward to being alive. 

To live: what a beautiful thing. What a gift we humans have to actually perceive our existence and question it at times. The moments in life when one is contemplating their reason for being are some of the best: all the confusion, the ‘a-ha’ moments, and the times when you think that life is all what you didn’t think it was. 

Ah Life! 

As much as I can’t wait to wake up most mornings, I always love to snooze in my bed, especially in the winter when it is cold and snowy outside and all nice and warm under my sheets. I am very much a summer person, yet I still take comfort in the cold winter nights. 

* 

Next thing I know, I am in the shower, the warm water striking my naked body in one long stride. I stand there, both my palms flat on the wall under the showerhead, with the water falling on my back, my head tucked in between my arms, and my eyes closed. It feels good, but I want it to feel better. I increase the temperature, and now the water is striking my back with a sting. I can feel my back going red because of the heat. I like it. I really like it and want it to keep on going. I want to be cleansed of everything. I want everything to be back to the way it was. 

No, I want it all to become better, whatever that means. I want my life to be happy again. Please Shower Water, take it all away: make me feel. Make this numbness go away, make the love come back and play, make the pain stop, make me smile; make the shell of a person I have become change back to the full-of-flesh human I once was. Make me cry it all away, and bring back the old me to stay. 

I scrub my body hard. I want to be cleansed. The water, no matter how hot, did not seem to do it for me. I scrub hard, then harder, then harder still. My skin turns a violent red. I am in pain but this is not the pain I was feeling before I went in the shower. I am in physical pain. I like it. I think it is healing. I want this pain to go on. Maybe it will mask the other one, the one that is slowly eating my insides, making me dwindle into nothing. 

I am sad. 

I realize that I have been in the shower a little too long and that I will be late, so I rinse off the lather the scrubbing had created and get out of the shower to dry. I do it quickly. I have no time. I have no time for anything right now; I need to concentrate on other issues. 

* 

I am hoping today will be a good day. I have had one too many bad ones lately, a whole four months of bad ones. Nothing in me wants to live. 

I want my mum. 

I want my dad. 

I want my brothers. 

I want to be back in my bed. 

I want to go back home. 

I want to cry. 

* 

Why is it that whenever we humans fall in love we seem to forget everything? I guess it is true that we become blind, or more precisely blindsided. It is such a funny thing, Love. What is it exactly? A bunch of neurons gone crazy in the brain? A chemical imbalance? A chemical equilibrium? 

It is funny, this thing called Love. 

I don’t want to be in love anymore. 

I want her to be in love with me. 

I don’t want to be in hate towards her. 

I love her still. 

I am alone. 

In a town with tens of thousands of inhabitants, I still feel single: an unmatched half of a pair. A pair of what, I cannot fathom. 

I am Alone. 

* 

Will someone find me? 

Please. 

* 

I walk down the streets just wondering, not knowing exactly where I am going. I just love it there on the streets. 

I get to see faces. I get to experience people’s moments with them. 

I get the chance to see my friends, the others wanderers like me. 

I get to walk on the roads that have been trampled on so many times before by many other loners. 

I get to breathe the air that the human just in front of me just breathed out. 

I get to see others: the people in the streets that actually live there, the ones that think they are alone, but never are. They are always in the presence of another; they are always in someone’s way. 

I have never been a Someone, a Somebody to anyone.

* 

I feel that I need to prove myself. 

I have always needed to be the better at anything. I have this innate need to pounce on competition. I love the fight, mentally or physically. I never feel alone when I am in a dual. 

I live to beat. I live to win. I live. I live alone. I live… alone. Alone. 

* 

Hello you! 

I hear someone saying to me in a somewhat familiar voice.