The Apparition Man Chapter one - Life- Part Three- Edited

Chapter Ten- part three #11

I lay awake in a hospital, now clothed and feeling dreary. My head still numb, the pain merely a tingle. I had been medicated all right, knocked out and silenced, and for what? So they could keep my mouth shut, from keeping the truth that they did not want to hear, The truth was that I did not want to live anymore, it was simple.2

It was my wish, a play on words, my dying wish, to be dead. To be a rotting, limpid corpse, charred and buried for eternity, to be with my Romeo.3

Though Kerry was very far from Romeo, well a typical Romeo at that, more like a borderline psychotic Romeo, one that would rip you to shreds the moment you laid your eyes upon him. 4

Just like he had done to me, the first time that I lay eyes on him. He had ripped through me, like all hell had broken loose, and had scared me half to death. But I was determined to prove that there was another side to him that no one else was willing to try and figure out, or see.5

I had the parts of the puzzle figured out, his dreams, his desires; I had ideas about how his mind worked. Though it took a lot of trust for him to let me in, and when he finally did, I knew that all my assumptions were right.6

He was more than just an average bad boy, rebel if you may, he was satan's sporn in all his glory, and yet his faith led me to believe that there was more to him than the anger and the angst that he portrayed on a regular basis.7

It was what I had fallen in love with, his split personality, like an alter ego, trespassing over my heart, making me discover the darkness beyond the barb wire, or picket fence I had been poisoned behind for so many years.8

It was one of the reasons I stayed alive in the first place, to discover life beyond the normal, to really experience the joys that horror could cast upon someone's life. It was what I missed the most, in this now sad, lonely solo existence that I lingered in.9

Though they wouldn't let me die, they wanted me to stay alive, to be loved again. So for now I would give them their wish, their happiness, dreams for a happy ever after story-tale, where a new man comes along and sweeps me on my feet and we fall in love, and get married and someday start a family, and have a perfect life.10

It was bullshit; it was a senseless parody upon Kerry's life and his existence beyond the afterlife. 11

I was ashamed to even think of his parents, his parents who seemed to have forgotten him so quickly, it was cruel to imagine what they really must have thought of their son. To forget his beauty so easy, though they never really knew him to begin with. 12

They never had the time to try, and so he remained a memory, the memory of a boy who had so much to live for and never lived it. I pitied them in a way, for never accepting him, and treating him like the forgotten child.13

But when he's death came to their horrific attention, they paraded their love for him, like he was the perfect son they worshiped and could not do without. It was fair enough, I mean yes deep down all parents love their children, but it was so blatantly obvious that they didn't give a damn, and only did do it to boost the families reputation through sorrow.14

I never did understand the higher class citizens and there constant craving for public attention or some sort of recognition, it was depressing in my eyes that wealth meant more to these people than family, or time spent with their kids, real family time.15

I sat up slowly, rubbing my eyes, and looked across the cream, covered scratched paint walls, to see my mother sitting behind the curtain that was draped around my bed.16

I felt like a prisoner, closed off for decontamination, behind an ugly white mask of fabric that had hidden and lost many lives before, by covering them up from the light of the world, and inviting them into the darkness.