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The Opening Act 3
I guess I will start my tale at the beginning where it all began. I 4
guess I was about 7 years old when I had my first encounter with these 5
damn visions. I can remember that hot summer day clearly. The smells 6
and sights of that day are with me still. I can remember playing in this 7
great big pine tree. It was a late after noon or so when I blew up. I do 8
not know nor can I say what I did from the moment I blacked out to the 9
moment I came to. But at the same moment I came to I passed out and 10
fell into this darkness. Here I sat for more than a hour in this dark room 11
void of any light. As the darkness started to fade into light I saw this 12
figure come lurching out of the light. He was a tall man well over six 13
feet. His figure was long and lanky but he has this brute force feeling 14
surrounding him. Upon this dark man reached me his long muscular arm 15
stretched out to help me up. I scrambled to my knees and pulled myself 16
up with this dark man’s assistance. Once on my feet I turned to look at 17
my helper only to be attacked by a zombie. That hot summer day was 18
the first time I had ever tried to kill myself. That incident was to be the 19
making role of my life. After that day my life was to be full of suicidal 20
thoughts and attempts almost daily. With time the nightmares got to 21
the point that they didn’t bother me as badly as they had originally. 22
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I was awakened this morning to my own screams as I fought the demons away from my sleep. Sitting on my bed covered in sweat and gasping for air my eyes focus and the objects in my dark room take shape. Before I had a chance to move the spirit of an old man appeared at the foot of my bed. He wore clothes from the early 20’s and looked to be a farmer. We sat there for at least 4 minutes just staring at each other speechless. Then the solemn spirit stated that he needed my help otherwise he wouldn’t let me sleep again. To his threat laughed and began to get out of bed so that I could get dressed and leave the house today. I had planned to go to the library to do some research on my essay. 24
The topic kind of spooked my teacher and got me a lot of unwanted stares. But I thought that teen suicide should be talked about. I found it disheartening at the number teen and pre teen suicides in the past year. As I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom I noticed that my little brother had already gotten up. One question that always pops up is why am I the only one who sees this shit. How come neither Kali nor Adam suffers from these monsters? In a way I’m glad that they can’t see these monsters because I don’t think my sweet siblings could handle them. 25
Poor Adam thinks that the Scooby Doo movies are scary. As for Kali she would probably hold her on and keep her sanity having to seal with these things. As I walk into the bathroom I got the feeling someone was behind me which wasn’t all to often that I was wrong. Well I turned around to see Kali standing there staring at me like she was in a daze. I asked her what three or four times before she snapped out of her little trance and asked how I got those scars. As she asked me about my scars I realized that I had on a muscle shirt which left my shoulders uncovered and open for the world to see. Before she could ask again I ran to the bathroom and locked the door.26
I sat down on the toilet to tryin think of a way to get back to my room with out Kali seeing me again. I knew Adam had already seen them and swore he wouldn’t tell anyone. But Kali I feared would not be a secretive as Adam. I quickly rummaged thru the clothes hamper to find me a long sleeve shirt to put on till I could get back into my room. As I dug through the clothes I heard Kali say something. It was a bit to faint for me to hear so I asked her to say it again. I heard her move closer to the door and in her sweet soft angelic voice I heard her say something that froze me in place. Her mousey like voice echoed inside my head as the words “its ok bubba I do it too” reverberated through this silence. I moved to the door and unlocked it sticking my head out the small crack that I opened. I stood there in aw as she rolled up her sleeves to show me her scars. Upon seeing this I almost broke out in tears. 27
I finally left out of the bathroom and went back into my room to sit down with Kali and Adam following close behind me. As I sat down on my bed these damn demons appeared taunting me. As we sat in my room talking these fucken spirits taunted us and made fun of how we hurt. I could not take this much longer if at all and it getting hard to resist the urges that the demons feed.28
my plate wondering why I have been cursed this way. I sit here at 30
dinner eating as I try to hide the fear in me from the others. I am 31
constantly troubled by them they sit there with their decaying faces 32
taunting me. Their teaseing has been going on for years yet it seems I 33
am the only one who hears them or even sees them. My family are all 34
shoveling food into their mouths unaware of the horrors I see. On days 35
such as these those rotting tormentors grow worse and their PLAYING 36
gets more unbearable. As i finish my plate i ask to be excused with my 37
every word being mocked. I scramble with my plate into the kitchen and 38
scrape the scraps off to my brothers beloved mut that hate my guts. 39
Even as I feed him he growls at me. To this creature I have never 40
wronged I am just the carrier of a desease that he can see. 41
As I pass through the family room I see my uncle Sam a sweet man 42
whom i never met but one of the visions that haunt me. I hear my mom 43
speak of him as if he were a saint yet this rotting creature took his own 44
life just to torture me it seems. I see him sitting there like my father 45
does to watch the news. His head with its gaping hole, and the stages of 46
years of decay. He grins at me as if he knows what he has done as if he 47
loves to see the horror in my face at the site of him. As I push my way 48
past the den where those monsters pile up the young ones come out into 49
the hall to laugh at me. I hear them singing their macabre song in 50
playful glee directing their every word at me. As I make it upstairs and 51
within my room those monsters file in like ants serving their queen. My 52
nights are long and filled with these visions of death and decay. I sleep 53
maybe two hours a night the rest of the time I spend hidden in my closet 54
from these demons at my door. In the darkness of my closet i hide and 55
cry, i beg and pleed let me not wake in the morning let me die in my 56
sleep. But as with every day I see the night chased away by the sun. The 57
same golden orb I wish would burn these things out of my mind and out 58
of my life. But the sun only makes them more visible and even more 59
sicking. I sit in school tormented by these damn living kids and the 60
undead souls of the damned.61
don't care about how these brats taunt and hit me. My fathercalls me a 63
pussy for not defending myself and if i were to tell him everything I see 64
again I fear another trip to the hospital both the mental ward and the 65
E.R.. I have lived with these monsters since I was eight. Now as I get 66
older they get more and more mean and seem to be tryin to kill me. I 67
have no friends there is no one whom I can talk to and its getting 68
worse. 69
Now that I am 17 everything is different for me and even more 70
ocward for me. I sit in my room hating myself the world the living and 71
the dead. I curse them all with every wakeing breath and will do so till 72
my death. These dead souls I see only add to my hate of life as well as 73
my urges to want to end lives. I fight back these dark fantasies to slowly 74
slit my teachers throat. The urge I get to watch her die slowly in the 75
night, to watch the life drain out of her eyes. Or the need to feel the 76
bones of the star jock break within my hands. Or to feel the life slowly 77
leave from the prom queen's lovely face as my hands squeeze her throat 78
tightly. As my nights get longer I see that these thoughts are getting 79
worse and harder to control. So much so that I bleed myself to ease the 80
urges that are beging to consume my mind. Each day I sit in class and 81
think of what it would be like to watch as I held a noose around the 82
neck of my math teachers neck and watch as her life fades. As each day 83
ends like every other I wonder why. Why I am the way I am? Why have i 84
been given this curse? WHY WHY WHY WHY WHY I cry out into my 85
pillow as the nights drag on. But now its time, time for rest, time for 86
release, time for the darkness in me to be felt by all........87
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