Dark street. I’m alone, my feet patter on the pavement of the road. A payphone in the distance. A simple payphone, that’s all-just a phone. But it starts to ring.1
Ring.2
Ignore it. I tell myself.3
Ringring.4
Just leave it alone. Keep walking.5
Ringring-RING.6
The ring gets louder and more insistent the longer I ignore it. I keep walking, knowing who is calling me.7
RINGRINGRINGRING!8
Finally, I pick up the receiver and press it against my ear. 9
“You know what you have to do.” The voice whispers in my ear. The message surges through my head and explodes in my brain. “You know what you have to do…do it.” Click. The phone was hung up. End of conversation. I place the receiver back on the cradle and the phone seems to melt into the ground. I step away and set off. 10
Heading down the street, I focus on the sound of my shoes against the concrete. My footsteps sound empty as though all the air has been sucked out of them. I come to my trailer and trudge up the steps. My arm reaches out and my fingers curl around the doorknob. I turn it. The door opens and I step into the hose.11
I walk through the hallways, past the kitchen, through the living room and down the hall, heading toward my brothers’ room. My youngest brother, at six years old sits on his bed, playing video games. He smiles brightly at me and I sit down next to him, fiddling with his biggest pet rock.12
“Do you want to play ‘Double-Oh-Seven’ with me?” he asks. 13
I shake my head, knowing what I have to do. “Nah, that’s alright, but. I’ll just watch you.” I tell him and sit back, grasping the rock tightly.14
“Do it…”she whispers in my head. “Get it over with, do it…”15
I pull my little brother into a hug and close my eyes. I raise the rock over our heads and bring it downward, full force. He cries out faintly and I bash him on the head again…and again…and again…and again. His blood spatters onto my face in dime-sized droplets. I keep pounding on his skull with the rock, screaming as I do so. My mind is screaming at me, telling me that what I’m doing is wrong and that I need to stop. But I can’t bring myself to a halt.16
Once I stop striking out at my brother, I stand, letting go of the rock. I wipe his blood off my face with my sleeve and walk out.17
Once outside of the trailer and back on the street, the payphone begins to ring again.18
Ring.19
Please just go away, I did what you asked.20
Ringring.21
He’s dead. I did what I had to do. Can you PLEASE just leave me alone now?! A few tears slide down my cheeks. 22
Ringring-RING!23
I stand still, not moving.24
RINGRINGRINGRING!!!25
I can’t bring myself to answer it. I’m afraid of what she’ll say next.26
RINGRINGRINGRINGRING!!!27
I pick it up and hold it to me ear.28
“Good girl, now…finish it.” She hisses. 29
“Finish what?” I ask stupidly.30
“Finish you! Finish yourself off! Your family will be a lot happier without you anyway. They won’t have anymore worry in their lives, especially your mom, you’re going to put the poor woman into an early grave with everything you put her through! Just do it. Bring them peace…do it!” Click. End of conversation again.31
I hang up the phone and sit down underneath the melting payphone. Hauling myself to a stand, I feel my pocket grow heavy. I reach in and pull out a box cutter.32
With amazing expertise, I run the blade up and down my legs, leaving deep, wide, open gashes. I move to my stomach, chest, face, and arms. I watch it with fascination as blood pours out of my body. Finally, I press the blade of the box cutter against my wrist and press down as hard as I can. I turn to my other wrist and do the same. Before dying, I slash my neck and lay down in the road, staring up at the blank, black sky.33
“You know what you have to do…”34
“Kami, are you ok?” my mom asks.35
I nod, wiping the sweat and tears from my face, “yeah, it was just a dream.”36
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i can't get rid of her...
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jeez i don't see how you stand it... how can you go to sleep if you know you'll dream that every night? i think i'd just lay awake all night... which I do a lot anyway... awesome story, but I'm sorry you have to dream that to be able to write something so good. i hope you can have better sleep, but if not maybe you should talk to someone about it, see someone- sleep specialist or psychologist or something. *Hugs* Jinx
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I have been going without sleeping lately, of course, i always end up falling asleep after a few weeks and the nightmares usually wind up being worse that ever. she's actually told me her name. i guess she got sick of me calling her The Nightmare Lady. lol, i actually don't mind them that much, this is going to sound extremely strange, but i find some kind of sick comfort in the dreams. mostly because they're pretty much the only thing i can depend on happening from day to day so i can sort of control it in a way...if that makes any sense.
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heh yeah my littlest brother has a rock collection.
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pet rock??????
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kami honey you're dreams creep me out, i cant begin to imagine what its like having them.....this is f-ing vivid and scary, im shaking. amazing story though, i just hate the fact you're dreaming it. love ya
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wow....I would hate to have that dream...I could never hurt my baby brother...that is way scary....but it did make for a very interesting story...I take it from other peoples comments....that these are dreams you really have...that sucks...hope things get better.
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ahhh... *shakes in the corner* i dont think sexual expierments and booze will get me out of this one.. *cries* Kameo maybe insomnia wasnt such a bad thing.. then your nightmares couldnt get to you..
~Joyus
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thanks lyss, don't worry i won't kill myself.
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GREAT BUT SCARY!!!
OMG Kami. Your dreams are scaring me too girl. this is a great story but still it scares me. Don't you dare kill Dylan!!! LOL! And DON'T YOU DARE KILL yourself. Please dude. I'm sorry you have all of these crazy dreams. I'd freak out like really bad if I had a dream like that! I'd probably end up in a mental hospital if I had those dreams dude!!! I'm really sorry girl. just remember I'm here for you if you just want to talk or scream!
LOL! I love you girl. And I'm here for ya anytime!! Love Lissy!
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well maybe this is the end of her. i dont know, but after she askes you to kill yourself what else can she ask? you killed your brother and then killed youself. its over, right? once your dead you cant possably kill again...not in real life though, only your dream. this is awesome! i love this! its a great story and i am so sorry you have her stuck in your head. this is great!
Allie -
wow...that's....scary. very very scary. and so fucking vivid too. damn honey. i'm so sorry. you should really talk to someone about this,like a counselor. i know you hate them,but they could help. anyway,i love you hunny. i hope this all goes away soon.
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i wasn't screaming but i was freaking out and crying. thanks for the comment.
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ahhh ummm err
So who wants pizza?
Why did your mum ask if you were okay? How did you wake? were you screaming?
makes an excellent story......
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