The Apparition Man- Part Ninety -Three #

Chapter Twenty – Four – Part Ninety- Three #1

The smell of sweat wafted its way past my nose. As dawn approached, and I lay awake in a mass of vomit, and alcohol.2

The smell was repulsive. It made my stomach churn with nausea as I attempted to arise form my uncomfortable slumber.3

Oliver who was still sleeping, lay with his legs all tangled up in mine, the empty bottle sitting at out feet, and although I tried, however hard I did, I could not move my body. His heavy weight was just no match for mine, in my moment of weakness, exhaustion, and vulnerability. 4

I lay silent, listening to the chirping of the birds outside Oliver's bedroom window. My head pounded, with their every chirp and whistle, feeling like someone had a hammer and was smashing glass right against my ear, the sound vibrating, cutting through me like a knife.5

I covered them up, cupping my hands over my ears to clock out the infernal noise, but the party in my head refused to disappear, and I was left with a chocking hangover head ache.6

It was still dark outside. Only from the curtains could I see an orange sky dancing through the blinds, making patterns across the room.7

Dawn had always been my favorite tome pf the day when I was young. I remember getting up before sunrise, and how I would run into my mothers bedroom to wake her up. Most of the time she would already be awake, sitting up, smiling with open arms. 8

I would run, jumping on her bed, and crawl right up next to her, were she would wrap her arms tightly around me, giving me my first morning kiss. 9

Then there, we would watch the shadows dancing, and the light flickering inside the room. The sunlight reflecting to the color tinted windows, all the colors of the rainbow lighting up my day. It was such a tranquil feeling. Laying there in her arms.10

Despite being plastered in my own vomit, and smelling like I had just died. I closed my, trying to enjoy the memory.11

I rolled over, feeling Oliver move; stirring in his sleep. His legs shifting, his arm wrapping tightly around my waist. 12

Freezing, tensing in his grip, I tried to take his arm away from my hip,preventing it from getting any further.13

“Oliver,” I hissed angrily, starting to panic, the feeling of dread sending shock waves of fear throughout my body. I really did not need this kind of stress right now.14

“Oliver...wake up now,” I cried, pushing his arm away. Though it was no use, his arm hung heavy, all his weight was being pressed almost painfully against me.15

Flashbacks once again filled my mind, swirling, torturing me, whirling as they sent me into a fit of confusion.16

I felt my blood pumping, my hands gripping his. My nails scratching at his skin. The tears fell violently from my eyes, burning my heated skin.17

“Stop it Oliver...Stop it...Please stop!!!” I cried, squirming furiously underneath his grip. “Let go of me.”18

Groaning, Oliver opened his eyes, pulling his arm back at once since he realized what I was crying about.19

He looked scared, as he searched my face. Watching me fall into a sniveling heap.20

“Are you okay Christopher? What's wrong,” he asked groggily.21

I slapped his hand away as he tried to touch my face, and maintained my steady breathing.22

“Just don't touch me for Christ sakes Oliver, do you hear me?”23

Taken back, he nodded, looking much worse than expected, and a whole lot worse of than me. He frowned, trying to sit upright, but instead groaned, clutching his chest before heaving, and vomiting all over my arm.24

Jumping upright myself in disgust, I fell backwards of the top bunk bed, landing painfully hard onto the floor.25

Feeling my stomach churning, I could feel it starting to erupt inside my throat. I quickly stood up, trying fast to unlock the door. Though it seemed that the door had been locked by a key, and that the only way out was to get the key from the violently ill Oliver; who seemed to be having such a fin time, wrenching up his internal organs all over the bed.26

Suddenly it was to late. It all happened to fast. The repulsive nature of it all got to me. My head was spinning like a disco ball, my vision was blurred, and I no longer needed or wanted to hold anything back. I was ready for it.27

Clenching the door knob, I bent down wrenching my guts of all the alcohol that I had so stupidly consumed. Mouthful after mouthful I created a puddle of sickness, of helplessness and desperation. Each time my mouth burned more, my throat ached. Though the churning pain in my stomach seemed to be disappearing as I let myself go.28

I hated this. I hated my life, This God Damn freaking awful shit hole of an existence. Now more than ever I felt that horrible sensation floating back, the sensation that death would feel so pleasant at this point in time. 29

That Life needed to be put on hold for a while. Just for a while so that I could think. So that my mind would be clear. I was suffocating in this life.30


It was getting worse. I could no longer bare the dirty feeling inside. I needed to be cleansed and purified of all my unpleasant negativity. I would only ever bring them all down. I was a ticking time bomb, waiting to explode. Just like him.31

I might of thought for a moment, just for one split second that I could live inside their lives.32

But really... who was I kidding? That was just not me. It never would be.