Psychotic TerrorsA Story by KasaundraWhen a young girl loses her father and has a rough patch in her life she begins to lose her mind.
ONE
“I
still blame myself for what happened to Leslie!” “What do you mean
it’s not my fault, yes, it is! I shouldn’t have told her that then, not while
she was behind the wheel.” “I know I didn’t know
how she would react, but I could have waited! All those emotions and heartache
she must have felt in a split second, it must have…” “I know… but knowing
her last thoughts were of her fiancé and knowing that he cheated on her is
unfair, its just not how it should happen…. and it shouldn’t have happened…she
should still be here!” “Yes, of course I trust
you, you have been there for me for as long as I can remember.” “What? No, you have
never lied to me.” “I
know…I do want to believe you.” A big sigh was let out, “all right, I
will try to stop blaming myself.” There
was a knock on the bedroom door, I took the bear and stuffed it under her
pillow. “Lonnie,
are you in there? Can I come in?” “Sure,”
I hid the bear further under the pillow, making sure it was out of sight from
her mother. “How
are you feeling today?” “I’m
fine, just a bit tired still.” “Yeah
that is normal, you’ve been though a lot recently,” she paused. “How are the
wounds healing?” “Fine.”
They were never that bad to begin with; I don’t understand why I had to get
stiches. “Are
you sure? Those were some terrible wounds, you had thirty-eight stiches in
total.” I said nothing, just picked at the frayed edge of my gauze wrapped arm. “Stop
picking at that!” I ignored her. “Have
you changed it today?” Silence. “We
don’t you to get an infection!” “Enough!”
I demanded, “I don’t need you to hover over me, I’m fine!” She
was silent for a moment or two, “Lonnie, your sister is dead, you must be
hurting inside.” I discontinued my eye contact with her and started to fidget
with the loose strings of bandage again. “Talk
to me, for Heaven’s sake, talk to me!” There were tears building up in her eyes
and her cheeks were becoming puffy and a pinky-red color. I didn’t want to, I
didn’t think I needed to, besides there was nothing to say. “Bottling
these emotions up inside yourself is a recipe to disaster, you are going to
cause so many more problems.” Why wouldn’t she just shut up and leave me alone?
I had everything under control; I wasn’t bottling up emotions at all. I had an
escape from reality and that’s all I needed to cope.
TWO
Sleeping
was an issue for me, though I didn’t want to admit it to anyone when they
asked. It would go away with time. I really believed it would. The nightmares
would eventually stop and I would be able to sleep though the night and not
wake up in a cold sweat, shaking and confused. Right? Tell me I’m right! I
slid myself feet first under my quilt and sheets, lied on my back for a moment
and just let out a huge sigh. I rolled over onto my left side, facing the
window. The shades were still open and the streetlights peered in at me making
me feel afraid; but of what I don’t know. The light made me too weak to get up
and close the shade that would drown it out, but it was too strong that I
couldn’t just let it glare in on me. It caused me to see the lights of the
ambulances and police cars. It made me feel the airbag pressed up against my
chest suffocating me. I could see my sister, but only partially; most of what
was sitting next to me where she once sat were shards of glass and bits or tree
and metal. I can taste the blood that drips down from my forehead and onto my
chapped lips, painting them a deep red. The lights moved in closer and closer
and amongst the ringing in my ears, I could hear sirens speeding closer. I
wanted to get up and close the shade but I felt like I was pinned down just
like in the accident; I was unable to move, I was paralyzed. Eventually,
the almost realistic pain I was reliving took my strength and any of the energy
I had inside and sucked it all away. My eyes slowly narrowed and closed, my
muscles gave in and then relaxed, and my breathing slowed down, probably more
than it should have and I fell into a comatose state of sleep.
THREE
The
slam of a car door outside woke me from my unconsciousness state as I nearly
flew out of the sheets and onto the floor. The window shade was still open, but
the only light was that of the sun. I sunk my face into the overstuffed pillows
and let out what I like to call an exelscream: it’s merely just an exhale where
a usually muffled scream is released. It was my little freak out I did, and
actually sometimes it did make me feel better…no a lot…but sometimes. This was
one of the times it didn’t help, and I was left in a state of distress and
pain. The pain weighted me down into the mattress; it was as if an unseen force
was pinning me down to it. I couldn’t move, I felt too heavy and that I’d
sunken too deep. I was stuck, and I didn’t know how to set myself free, so I
waited. § § § My muscles felt so
weak and my bones stiff as I lifted my body from the bed. Every part of me
ached from the inside out. I braced myself with my wobbly legs and pressed my
way to the bathroom to shower away the stiffness that imprisoned itself within
my joints. I
turned the nob on the shower and it let out a high pitch squeak. I stepped into
the tub and closed the shower curtain as the not warmed water hit my back and
sent icy chills down my spine until I stepped out of the streams of water. I
stood there shivering as I waited 56 seconds (roughly) for the water to
increase to a temperature that was bearable to stand in. Stepping in with my face
first, I let the beaded streams of water hit my face and wash away the makeup I
put on to hide reality. I slowly spun around and let the water beat at my back.
It felt like rhythmically tapping fingertips dancing around on my back. It
began to loosen the tense muscles that encaged my body and soul, it was like I
was being set free from a not so distant group of demons that played movies without
command inside of my head. I
just planted my feet onto the tub bottom where the little no slip sticker
peeled up on their edges. Standing there with the warm water pounding on my
back was just what I needed to keep the demons away. The
water slowly started to become less warm, and then rather cool before turning
into ice droplets that felt as though they kissed my skin with frosty lips. I
turned the faucet off, this time not making that screeching noise as it did
before and I opened the shower curtain to a fogged mirror. It was hiding me
from myself and this for some reason angered me, it drove me mad. I took my
shaking, waterlogged hand and slid it across the mirror revealing a pale face
with sunken eyes; it was a face I didn’t recognize. This can’t be me! I didn’t want to believe that this was the face beneath
the plastered on makeup. I was covered in guilt and shame; I was so fucked up,
but I wasn’t going to admit it. Quickly
grabbing a towel and wrapping it around me above my breasts to cover me I
walked out of the humid, condensation filled bathroom and down the hallway to
my bedroom. My room had become my sanctuary, my prison cell, my hole, or
whatever you want to call it. I never left it because out there they would try
to make sure I’m all right, and I knew they would never take my word for it if
I said I was. Too much had happened and too much has changed for them to
believe that lie; no one would have lost everything that once mattered if they
were fine…I just don’t even care about what I had, it’s gone. My
eyes began to widen and twitch as tears started meeting at the corners, planning
a trip down my cheeks. I let my legs go weak and I collapsed down to my knees,
what was going on with me? I was beginning to experience physical pain with all
the emotions; it was out of my control. I
reached around under my pillow feeling around for my bear then grabbing it by
the leg. A smile grew on my face and the bear smiled back at me. “Oh
do I need to talk to you!” I said to the bear as I sat it on my knee. After
a few silent moments, the bear replied. “Know
how you said to me that everything was going to be O.K and that what happened
to Leslie was not in any way my fault?” I paused and waited for the response,
“There is still so much more that’s brining me down.” I
brushed away the stray tear that fell, “I’m loosing control of the memories.
They just flash into my head and I can’t make them stop.” I
peered down at the bear and waited as patiently as possible for a response; I
could see in his two button eyes that he was about to say something crucial. There
was only silence though. I lifted him up above my knee and gave him a little
shake, maybe just to get him going, but nothing happened, he didn’t say
anything. It was just a blank stare of loose buttons on a tattered face. Panic,
worry, fear set in, and it became uncountable; I needed my escape from
everything, my best friend, whatever it should be called, I don’t know, but I
needed it. The dreadful and negative emotions transformed into anger. I put my
dominate hand around what should be the neck of the bear and squeezed tight
enough it numbed my hand and turned my knuckles white. Until there was no
strength left in my hand I squeezed the bears neck then threw it across the
room, its head bouncing off the wall. There was only silence amongst my heavy
anger filled breathing. Before
I even had a second to relax and control my temper there was tapping coming
from the corner of the room where I chucked the bear. I thought nothing of it,
we got mice sometimes, and it had to be one of those. I sunk my face into my
joined hands and rested it there. The tapping sound became more prominent and
louder. Slowly I raised my head from my hands and looked over to the corner and
shock and fear set in. The bear was standing; tapping its foot as to gesture to
me that it was displeased. I
shut my eyes as tight as I possibly could and shook my head, this couldn’t be
reality, he never moved on his own before, only talked. I slowly opened my eyes
and began to tremble; this was not a dream. This thing was alive and clearly
displeased with me.
FOUR
“Lonni?”
I
couldn’t move, I was frozen and confused; I just stared at this old ratty thing
standing there with my eyes wide and pupils dilated. “Lonni?”
it whispered to me again. I
was unable to speak coherently I stuttered, “Wh-what?” “You
tried to hurt me. Why would you want to hurt me?” The voice was not the normal
one I would get from this when I talked to him, this was an eerie, deep,
demonic-like voice; it was like an old man who lost his voice. I
could only sit on the floor as my insides shook like an earthquake was coursing
inside my bones. “Lonnie,
I thought you cared about me.” His head tilted to one side and his button eyes
seemed to get bigger and blacker. “I-I
didn’t mean it.” I said quietly as if I was talking to myself as a pep talk. It
then waddled on its uneven, mangled legs towards me stopping once reaching half
way to me. A crooked grin formed on its face. “I
have always been so good to you,” it said in a tone that sounded like it was
holding back tears or was having difficulty breathing. “I’m
sorry…I wasn’t thinking, really.” That was the only thing I could gather in my
head to say. The
furry legs took a few sliding steps towards me, it was getting too close so I
scooted across the floor keeping distance from it as I shook my head showing I
was displeased and not comfortable with what was happening. It was something
out of a horror movie; like the ones with evil dolls or clowns who lost their
sanity. “There’s
no excuse for the way you treated me, Lonni,” it said softly as if it was a
loving grandmother trying to sooth a distraught child. “What
do you want me to do? I didn’t mean any harm,” I blurted out. It
slowly began to ease closer to me, but I had all ready scooted across the room
and my back was against the wall. I was cornered. “Nothing,”
it said in a level I almost couldn’t hear what was being said. I
crouched into a fetal position pressing my legs to my chest as tightly as I
could, dropped my head down, and started to rock. “You
betrayed me,” I continued rocking but he didn’t seem to notice or care, “how
can I ever trust you again?” I
lifted my head up slowly and looked at this creature, “I-I’m sorry!” I tried to
put on a fake smile tin attempt to possibly show sympathy for what happened instead
of the fear that was coursing though every inch of my body. I
squeezed my eyes shut and tried not to whimper or show weakness. The patter of
the felted feet tapped across the wooden floor, getting closer to me. I was
afraid to open my eyes and look. The tapping of one foot started up again in a
rhythmic pattern showing how irritated he was with me still. “Please!”
I shouted at the thing, “get away from me!” “You
really messed up, Lonnie, and this time it is
your fault,” a deep, robust laugh escaped from what had to have been the bear.
I felt a strong, heavy pressure start to build up around my neck, it was as if
I was being strangled or suffocated, but without anyone or anything touching
me. The laughter escaped from this child’s toy and violated my ears with
uncontrollable fear. The
pressure became heavier with each millisecond. It felt like I was sinking into
the floor as my breath was being sucked from my lungs. I started to wheeze and
gasp for air, but I couldn’t get any though the strangulation feeling around my
neck. The room started spinning as it turned into what felt like a fire pit
causing sweat to pour from my skin and form a puddle beneath me. The laughter
became constant now; it pounded against my eardrums. Everything I was feeling
and healing slowly started to ease away or at least that’s what it seemed like.
I saw white spots as the laughter faded away, then a fog grey, and lastly a
pure pitch-black nothingness surrounded by silence.
FIVE
Once
conciseness entered back into my body it felt as if I had melted and been
pasted to the floor like candle wax that dried and hardened. I peeled my still
naked corps off the ground; it felt like I was rising from a drunken slumber,
everything difficult to recall. Placing both hands on the floor in front of me,
I levered myself from the floor to a standing position. I looked around the
room thinking to myself that something felt off to me. I tiptoed around the
room seeing if there was anything out of place when a sharp pinch in the bottom
of my foot startled me from pain. I fixed my vision to the floor where a
shattered picture frame was scattered all over the floor. “Where
the Hell?” I didn’t have and picture frames in my room, how could this be here?
I stepped back looking around for an explanation for it being in here, there
was no reason for it. Standing there slightly confused and scared, the foot
pain became more intense as I stood on a foot with a sliver of glass in it.
Over to the bed I hobbled and sat on the edge. On observation of my foot there
was a bit of blood encircling a puncture wound with glass inside. I just looked
at it for a minuet before attempting to pull out the sliver of glass from my
flesh. It’s these kind of things I can’t tolerate, or splinter either for that
matter. Pulling a foreign body out of me caused too much anxiety. My hands went
everywhere around the foot but where I needed. I was trembling too much to
control any of the movement. I inhaled deeply through my nose and out my mouth
slowly and pulled what was a much longer piece of glass then I had anticipated.
A like droplet of blood began forming where the glass was pulled from. It seemed
to bubble up in the one spot rather than dripping down the arch of my foot. With
a finger, I wiped about the little bubble of blood from my foot off. I
looked down at the shattered mess that was scattered on the floor and lifted up
what remained to photo frame. My breathing became fast and I started to
hyperventilate. It was impossible for this be here or even exists for that
matter. There in my hands I held a photo a Leslie and dad, but it looked like a
recent one of Leslie, but Dad died from Cancer when I was three, and Leslie
nine. This was impossible; she was not a child in the picture that was for
sure. Shivers began to crawl up my spine and that’s when I released the picture
frame remains letting them hit the floor as I watched the remainder of glass
shatter. I
closed my eyes and leaned back on my bed, legs still hanging over the edge. It
was impossible to find any logical expiation for that photo. I placed my palms
over my eyes, took in a deep breath of air, and trapped it in my lungs until I
needed to set it free. Confused and shaking I sat up to the edge of the
mattress. “What
the Hell is happening to me?” I asked myself, but of course, I had no answer to
give to myself. All I knew was that I had to put myself back together the best
I could before my mother got home from work and suspected something. I did not
have it in me to deal with her and whatever she has to say right now. I
carefully got off the bed being sure not to step on any more glass and made it
to my closet for clothes. With the closet door wide open I stood there and
blankly stared at all the clothes, “Why does it even matter?” I sighed, “It’s
not like I’m going anywhere.” I grabbed the first thing that my hand landed on,
an oversized tee shirt from God knows where then pulled out some black sweats. With
the tent of shirt covering my top half, I then slid myself into the sweats. I
could feel the pilled up material on the inside of them rub up against the
unshaven hairs on my legs. I grabbed my old slippers from the bottom of the
closet and crushed my feet into them. My attire showed more effort and ambition
than I felt inside myself at that point. I
grabbed the dustpan and broom from the closet in the hallway so I could clean
up before I had to explain the unexplainable to my mother. I picked up the
larger pieces of broken glass with my hands and threw it into a brown, paper
shopping bag before sweeping the tiny shards up into the dustpan. “Hopefully
I got it all.” I said to myself in a whisper. Once the problematic mess was
tossed out to the trash in the yard and I put the broom back precisely where it
was before I trudge down the hallway to my room. I moved with little speed and
gazed at the photos my mother had hung on the walls over the years. Ones where
my father was holding me as a newborn, some of my sister at her senior prom and
college graduation amongst a good amount of various school photos of us that
were taken during our school days. There was so much love for my sister, she
had such a great future ahead of her, even if she was without that pig she
thought was her true love. Leslie was in the process of finishing up and getting
her masters in special education; she was going to make a difference in
children’s learning experiences, but now she is gone and all there is left is…
me. That jobless, college dropout, friendless, f**k up who can’t even keep a
boyfriend. My mother must be real proud
of her now, only daughter.
SIX A buzzing noise
alarmed me to the point where I dropped my old psychology book (which I was
honestly not really reading; just pretending so I felt I was smart) onto my lap.
The noise continued to happen and after about thirty seconds, I comprehended that
it was my cell phone vibrating. Reaching across the bed, I grabbed and answered
it, “Hello?” “Hi,
you all right?” It was my mother checking up on me. “Yeah,”
I said in a tone like a confused recipient of an unordered package. “Wonderful,”
she paused for a moment. “I’m going to be home late tonight, do you feel up to
making yourself something to eat?” I didn’t say anything, I actually was too
lost in my head to remember I had to talk while on the phone to get the answer
across to the other end. “Lonni?” “Oh"yeah
I’ll do that in a little,” I wasn’t really hungry but she worries too much if I
say I’m not hungry and don’t eat. “You
best do it, you can’t go starving yourself.” Some of the things she would say
irk me and make me want to walk away from her, or in this case hang up on her. “I
will, I promise.” That was a huge lie and I didn’t care. “All
righty then,” she coughed to clear her throat, “I won’t be able to answer my
phone so please be safe.” I knew that she was keeping something from me, but
what does it matter? “Uh,
bye.” I hung up the phone before she had time to shove any more crap into out
little chat that was not required to begin with. I
slithered myself back to the center of the bed and felt around for the book. Why
am I pretending I am something special? I’m just a f**k up and nothing will
change that in other peoples eyes and certainly won’t in mine. I threw the book
across the room and let it crash on the floor the cover half open, holding
itself up at an angle only to slid the book into a face-down and open position.
With
my knees pressed to my chest, I sat there and did nothing, didn’t even think, I
didn’t have anything going on in my head for however long. Once I finally
unravel myself, I turn to gaze out the window. The streetlights were on and
glaring through my window; the shade was open again. I
didn’t even look at it’s hypnotic gleam more than a millisecond before I squeezed
my eyes shut and took all the strength I had to turn away from the window. I
couldn’t take a chance of it happening again, whatever it was. If that light was possibly be the trigger to everything that
was going on, I wasn’t going to take a chance.
It
must have been at least nine or so at night; the black, moonless, sky seemed to
scream it. I knew I had to eat something before my mother got back and got at
my throat demanding me to eat that I was going to end up “skinny and sick.” I
was never good enough for her, not as long as I can remember…or at least that’s
what I want to think anyways. The
fridge was mostly empty; it looked like my mother decided to clean it before
work. There was not even a little bit of pasta in the pantry to cook. How does
she expect me to eat if she doesn’t go shopping? I’m clearly not the one who is
suffering after the accident, but rather her. She’s sneaking around doing who
knows what leaving me home alone; she only calls to “check in” aka make sure
I’m still alive (then again, I’m not even sure she cares). If she’s not out
she’s “asleep” on the couch, but in reality she’s drunk off her a*s and passed
out and stinking of cheap booze and stale cigar smoke. What does she take me
for, an idiot? I can see what’s going on and I’m not the one she should be
worrying about, it’s herself that needs work. My
stomach sat inside me, it was an empty pit, but that was nothing new and I was
rather used to it. I started to slide my feet across the hardwood floor as if I
was skating like when I was little and my dad and sister used to take me to the
pond in town once it was frozen enough to not fall through. Mom would stay at
home, she never did anything with us, or as a family as a whole for that
matter. At the pond, Daddy would hold my tiny, mitten covered hands and pull me
around the ice. I would scream for him to go faster and Leslie pranced around
on her own looking like a professional Olympic figure skater. I used to idolize
her, she was so much more than just my big sister, she was my best friend, and
I wanted to be just like her when I grew up. I
was lost in the memories of the pond and the two most important and influential
individuals in my life and I started sliding a little too fast down the hall, hit
the door to my room and came crashing down on my a*s. I would never be as
graceful as my sister was, I would never be anything close to what she was…I
was a weed and her, a perfect sunflower. That’s just how things worked out…but
why should I care now, that’s the past, it’s over and their gone just like my
ambitions to succeed.
SEVEN After I picked my a*s up from the floor and brushed off some cobwebs, I climbed into bed and stared at the ceiling and watched the fan spin, spin, spin. I was motionless. I felt nothing; or maybe I couldn’t identify what I was feeling, or maybe it wasn’t anything at all. § § §
Just
as I made it just about to sleep, I heard the hand-made oak door slam shut and
produce a sound I’d never heard it make in my life. Strange non-rhythmic
tapping that sounded like a big-footed toddler learning to walk seem to sound
like they came from around the front door. I had no idea what time it was, but
I was guessing it must’ve been close to midnight or one. A
strong thud shakes the wall across the room from me followed by the shatter of
what I knew was the expensive china tea set from my Mammy that he mother handed
down to her now hitting the floor. Just by the sounds it created when it
clashed and tumbled to the floor I knew there would only be little scraps of
white and blue glass left; there would be no way to fix it. (Oh, and I bet
anything that when my mother sobers up and is awake tomorrow she’ll discover a system
which will put all the blame on me.) Oversized baby steps filled my ears
as they traveled down the hallway and just stopped. “Please,
don’t be outside my door,” I prayed to whomever people pray to when in need of
a miracle. I looked at the bottom of the door to se if there were any shadows being
formed from on the opposite side; I didn’t see any. Was I safe?
§ § §
It
has to be the number one most sickening sounds any human could produce by only
using their body and I could overhear it coming from down the hall. My stomach
rotated and warped itself deep inside me as I heard her vomit hitting the
toilet bowl. A stench of bar food and what may have been vodka traveled down
the hall and crept underneath my door, entering without permission. It was
putrid, so much worse than even a fridge packed of old, spoiled fish. My gag
reflex was about to kick in and I would be the next one sick; I held my nose
then used my mouth to breath. The
sound of the toilet flushing was never such a wondrous sound to me in all my
life. I just had to hope that was everything she had inside her. Expecting the
footsteps to go back down the all toward the couch as she always did when she
came home drunk, I was surprised when I saw a shadow come from the other side
of my door. It was clear she was still shitfaced as she rattled the doorknob as
she muttered every profanity in the English language. This was not something
normal for her to come home and do even when drunk. The
doorknob was rotating and the door was cracking open as if a turtle was attempting
to push a ten-ton brick. A trembling, manicured hand gripped the edge of the
door and pushed it open. A middle-aged woman wearing dress that looked like she
stole it from a frat girl. Vomit dripped from her chin to the floor, but she
didn’t seem to care. She stood there speechless and wobbling from one side to
the other with blank face with widened eyes glued to me. I
didn’t know how to deal with this, I never partied or dealt with drunken
crazies in my life. With my lips
trembling I look her right in the eyes, took a deep breath, and said what I
thought was best, “Mom, I think you should go to bed.” A
smile seemed to grow out of an expressionless face, “Shut the f**k up, Lonnie!” Her speech was slurred more than in
movies, but somehow I could understand what she was saying. My eyes widened, she
never spoke that to anyone, not even when she’s drinking. There was so much
more to this picture then what I knew. “Mom,
you really need to get some rest,” I said as nice and softly as possible. “I’ll
walk you up to your bed.” I walked over making sure not to move to fast
possibly scaring her. I gently put me arm around her trying to rotate her in
the direction to leave my room. She
yanked away from me with all her drunken strength, breaking out of the grip I
lightly had on her skimpy dress. There was a snapping and popping sound; the
seam of the dress was breaking. “You b***h,” she scoffed with a shower of spit from her dirty, drunken mouth. I relinquished the grip I had on the dress and put my hands up to show no harm. Her trembling hand rose up then came within inches of striking me across my face before stopping. My mother stood there without moving, her hand was still near my face as I squinted my eyes, afraid. A sigh was released along with the stench of the vodka in hear breath hitting me in the face. Her eyes jerked away from me and towards the door before she walked out it and wobbled on broken heels down the hall and thankfully away from me.
SEVEN
The
rising sun filled my room and snuck beneath my closed eyes to wake me from my
slumber. Its rays were warm on my cold and pale flesh trying to warm the cold
and dead feelings I held inside of myself. I rolled myself away from the window
to shield my eyes from the light. I didn’t want to get up and face life but the
rays of light pounded on my shoulders between the straps of my tank top. It was
pushing me to wake up then eventually I had to give in and get up. I
eased my weak and soulless body off my bed and over to the door. I could hear
my mother’s post-drunken snores from the still l closed door. Did I really need anything out there? Even if
I did, it wasn’t worth it to me to go out there. I
never had this much of fear and resentment towards my mother and she was never
truly this bad until about a year or
two after my father’s death. Before this, I don’t think I ever saw her drunk
and if she was, it wasn’t noticeable to the naked eye. Before she would have
never raised a hand at her children only maybe make a joke about it, but to go and
do it, no she would never have. Things
were changing, my mother wasn’t the same woman she used to be"but neither was I
when I thought about it. Leslie’s death put a lot of weight on us, it was life
changing and still new to us. In time, things would have to get better, that is how things worked in life, so I have
been told: when you hit rock bottom you can only go up from there. Things could
not possibly get any worse than they already were, so everything should be
getting better soon. I’ll just keep on telling myself that until it does get
better.
§ § §
The
snoring continued to vibrate off the walls, down the hall and into my room for
hours upon hours as she slept in an alcohol induced slumber unable to wake. Being
in the room when I had to be and not
by choice made it hell. I swear the walls around me were caving in on me and I
was running out of oxygen to the point where my chest felt tight and I couldn’t
get air in. Hyperventilating, I lay on my bed and hypnotized myself with the spinning
ceiling fan. The pattering sound it made from being loosely bolted to the
ceiling echoed in my ears, beat my eardrums to indescribable pain, and caused agony
that I could not bear. I pressed a pillow over my head to attempt to muffle the
sound but it was no use, the pattering was too much. I began to shake and
tremble, it was uncontrollable. There was no oxygen left, I couldn’t breath,
and everything became so dark and dim. I
rose to my knees and grabbed at my neck as I gasped hoping to get air into my
empty lungs. I swore this was going to be how I died, suffocation by nothing.
As I kneelt there taking what I thought were my last breaths of life, my
bedroom door flew open and a half awake and hung-over mother stood there in
confusion as her daughter suffocated to death. She didn’t move from the
doorway, just stood there and watched me as I died right before her eyes. Then,
in less then a second it all suddenly stopped and air entered back into my
lungs. I was physically alive. I peered over to my mother who still stood there
not with a care in the world. Her foot was tapping, what the hell did I do this
time? “What
the f**k is wrong with you, Lonnie?” my mother screamed. I just looked at her blankly having no
idea what she was talking about, unless she saw everything that just happened. “You’re
loosing your mind,” she said, “suffocation from thin air, that’s not normal.” What was I going to say? I didn’t have
a cover up story planned, I was going to have to wing it. “What
are you talking about?” I asked as if she saw nothing. “Don’t
play me as a fool, I’m not stupid.” Even though I begged to differ by her
statement on her intelligence, I continued to cover my a*s. “Are
you feeling all right, Mom?” I wanted her to second guess if she really saw what
she thinks she saw. She
placed her hand on her head and wiped away beads of sweats, “You’re f*****g
nuts, Lonnie. F*****g nuts.” Before
I had a chance to get in a comeback, she was gone, leaving the door wide open.
I was never going to live this one down and who knows what she was going to do
next. My mental health was being questioned with my sanity levels too. The only
thing I will admit to if questioned is possibly being a little unstable and
slightly depressed but nothing else. As far as I was concerned I was fine.
EIGHT
I
was running, from what I don’t know, but I felt I couldn’t stop or look back.
No matter how fast and far I ran everything stayed the same and I didn’t move.
I could feel the warm, moist breath of some thing
breathing down my neck, it wasn’t human, and I wasn’t safe. My
legs were giving in and then began to collapse from under me as I tried to run
from the unknown that was chasing me. “Come
on, come on, don’t give up!” I kept screaming to myself thinking it would make
a difference. “Just
a little bit more and I can be safe!” My
legs started to shake and turn to rubber with each pounding stomp as my foot
hit the swampy, moist ground. “NO,
NO, NO!” My
legs gave out and down I fell, face first. No matter how much power and
strength I put into my arms, I couldn’t get myself up off the ground. I knew it
was going to be over soon, I felt the ground tremble underneath my body as the
monster came closer. A
rough, inhumane hand with long talons took hold of me and lifted me off the
ground causing me to hover to the point where if I was dropped, I would surly
die from the impact of the fall. The
creature began to shake me like a baby and a rattle; my brain was hitting off
the inside of my skull to the point where I must have been internally bleeding
from this abundant amount force taking place. I felt my eyes roll back into my
head and my body felt limp. The
hand that was holding me and shaking me profusely loosened its grip and I began
to free fall to the ground. I was falling for much longer than I would have
been from the height I was at but knew I would hit the ground soon. Right
before hitting it all stopped. I was in my bed, covered in sweat and shivering
from fear. I looked over beside me; I felt I was being watched. The light from
the streetlight poured into my pupils and burned my retinas. How the f**k was
the shade open again?
NINE
I
laid back down to go back to sleep but heard footsteps in the hall and knew it
had to be my mother. I closed my eyes and pretended I was asleep. I could hear
the door creaking open and saw even though my closed eyes a light come in.
Whoever or whatever it was must just have been standing there because the light
was motionless and I head nothing. I
opened my eyes partly, not enough to give to the fact I was awake and it wasn’t
my mother standing there. Chills rode up and down my spine; this couldn’t be reality
it had to be another dream. “Lonnie…” The glowing figure knew my name… but I
couldn’t focus my eyes enough to distinguish who it was standing in my doorway. I
rubbed my eyes with fists and gazed into the light that illuminated in the
shape of a woman standing in the doorway. The
apparition giggled at me, the sound so familiar and vivid in my memories that I
knew it had to be my sister. “Leslie?”
I felt like I was loosing my mind at this point, but I honestly didn’t care. The
figure started to hum a familiar tune but I just couldn’t put my finger on what
it was and where I heard it before. The humming was graceful and peaceful; I
felt no fear or pain while it was there. I wasn’t afraid either. I
went to get out of bed and just as I swung my legs over the edge, the light of
what I swore was my sister, slowly eased backwards and out the door as is faded
into nothingness. What the hell did I just see? I know I wasn’t that insane
like my mother thought I was… but what the hell was that? I
got up to close the door so I could go back to sleep and upon turning back
around to my bed saw my bear standing at the end of the bed facing towards me. “What
did you see, Lonnie?” the bear whispered. “Wha-what
do you mean?” “Who
was that in the doorway?” “Nothing,
go away!” I had to keep quiet so I didn’t wake my mother. “Lonnie,
you saw something, didn’t you?” “Leave
me alone!” I shouted this time a bit louder than I should have. “I
saw it too, it’s ok.” “NO!
Stop it! Get out of here!” I was panicking and I knew I had just spoke way to
loudly. The
bear began to release its demonic laughter as it fell from the bed, picking
itself up and walking towards me. “You
are not welcome here! Leave!” I had to fight back this time. The
bear slowly continued to move towards me and my back hit the door as I moved
away from it. The
bear began to hum the same tune that the light was humming only a bit ago, but
this time it was evil sounding and because of it, my skin crawled. I slide to
the floor with my hands over my ears trying to block the sound. “STOP!”
I screamed to the point where the room echoed it back at me. The
humming stopped and I was alone again. Fear brought tears to my eyes and I
rocked back and forth on the floor until I hear footsteps in the hall. I raced
over to my bed and crawled back inside. The door flew open so fast it didn’t
even squeak. “What
the hell are you doing?” my mother screamed at me. “Nothing?”
I said pretending I was in bed the entire time. “What
was going on in here? Who were you talking to?” her voice was deep and full of
anger. “Nothing,
don’t worry about it! Just go back to bed!” I pleaded as I held back tears and
couldn’t project my voice. “You
need help, Lonnie! This is out of control!” For once her voice seemed like she
was worried rather than angry. “I’m
fine!” I said sobbing into my hands, “just leave me alone!” “You’re
delusional and unstable!” I
knew something was going on, but to say I was delusional was an over statement! “It
was the bear!” I said without thinking about repercussions. “What
bear?” I
pointed to the end of the bed, “it was sitting right there!” “What
kind of drugs have you been taking?” she was breathing heavily now, it was
clear she was sick of this and getting angry. “Nothing,
I swear!” “How
can you lie straight to my face like this?” I
was shocked, I had nothing else I could say that she would believe, or to get
me out of this catastrophe I put myself into in only a few words. “You
need to see someone before you get seriously hurt or something.” Or
something, it was clear that from her
choice of words that she didn’t truly care if something was to happen. “Tomorrow
either you call and get yourself some f*****g help or shut up and deal with
whatever it is going on quietly!” “I-I’m
sorry.” I said but I was mostly just sorry for saying too much on my part and
revealing the demons she saw to be all in my head. “Go
back to sleep and I don’t want to hear another single sound from you tonight!”
she sighed, “is that clear?” “Yeah,
I got it.” I said to her, but still I didn’t know how I was going to be all
right and stay quiet about this when I didn’t know what was going on and it
felt like I was being attacked. She
turned around and left the room without closing the door behind her. Did she
have any respect for me because she sure as hell didn’t believe a word that
would fall from my mouth. I was alone in a battle with fear and things I didn’t
understand not to mention, I had no one to help me fight back. With
my heart racing in my chest to the point where I thought it might pound out I
laid there unable to fall back to sleep for fear of what may come out of the
darkness, or even the light. I lay there and counted the echoing and rhythmic
beats of my heart as it screamed for freedom from my captivating chest. Then
finally, I drifted off to sleep again. TEN
The sun didn’t shine
into my room in the morning. Instead, there was the pitter-patter of raindrops
beating off the window glass from the moaning, gusts of wind that redirected the
droplets. I knew what it was like to be a water droplet being thrown around by
the wind, so I thought. It’s like this: you are created and you plan to have
one journey leading to your destination or life long dream, in a raindrops case
it be straight down to the ground to create a puddle. However, sometimes,
unknown factors come along and change your planned path, just as the wind did
to the falling rain. Then, sometimes the direction you go in end in you crashing
into a barrier making your destinations feel out of reach. It’s just like those
rain droplets hitting the glass instead of forming into a puddle. That’s how my
life felt, redirected and stuck as I fought with myself to get to where I once
was and where I planned to get in life someday. I
wish my mother saw life in the same eyes as me…it would make things so much
easier to deal with if I could tell her what I saw and not be judged or deemed
as insane and delusional. Really, I don’t think insanity can show up overnight
and my mother never said anything about my mental state before. I really think
that it’s her that is unstable and in need of help, help that’s not liquid to
numb the pain in her life.
§ § §
After
I decided it was safe to leave my room that my mother had to be at work by now
I came to find her on the couch in her pajamas with a burning cigarette in
between her index and middle finger, fitting like a missing puzzle piece who
had finally found its home. She didn’t seem to notice me as she exhaled a puff
of grey smoke into the once clean air. I
tried to hold my breath and not inhale it, but my lungs gave in and I let out a
deep, raspy cough startling my mother to the point she ended up dropping her
cancer stick and burning the couch. “For
f**k’s sake, Lonni!” “I’m
sorry!” I shouted out as I hopped backwards in fear of what her next move may
be. She
brushed the burning ashes off the couch cushion with her bare hand without a
flinch from pain from the heat it produced. Even from as far as I was standing
away I could see the brown-black circular burn that it made in just seconds of
landing. I was about to just slowly sneak back to my room as if it never
happened and I was never even there but my mother’s wide-eyed, evil, demonic
gaze drew me to stay. I mounted my feet to the floor and stood there as tall as
I could to make her think I wasn’t afraid. Inside I was shaking and slouched
over unable to hold my own weight of my shoulders as it pushed down crushing my
spine, vertebra by vertebra. Something
consumed me and I felt possessed to the point where I for some reason or
another went towards my mother and the couch and sat down. It was like I
couldn’t stop my legs from moving and walking that way as much as that was the
last thing I wanted to be doing. As
I sat down on the couch, I couldn’t even partially feel any parts of my body,
it all had a tingling numb sensation that worsened with each shallow breath I
took. I had put myself into a position (literally and figuratively) where my
mother could take advantage of me if she was to snap. I felt unsafe and
vulnerable but I couldn’t get up and leave that spot. Her eyes had me pushed
down to the cushion and unable to move and inch, even if it meant my safety or
even my life. “Look
at this?” she pointed to the burn hole in the couch between us. I
didn’t say anything, I just stared at in hopes it might just disappear, or
maybe my mother would be the one to vanish. “Do
you see this?” she shouted with he face in mine to the point I could smell her
untamed and disgusting morning breath. I
shook my head with wide eyes, it wasn’t like I had planned this, nor was it
really even a big deal, a simple fabric patch could cover it right up. That
wasn’t the point though, nor did I know what was. “You
can’t do anything right,” she said with shrugged shoulders and a body that
slouched in a way to indicate she was displeased. “You
and your big mouth cause so much s**t,” she huffed, “if you learned to just
keep it shut things wouldn’t be this way.” I
didn’t know what she was referring to other than the burnt couch. “We
can just flip the cushion over and it will be like it never happened!” It
wasn’t just the couch she had on her mind though and I was afraid to hear what
she was holding back and about to unleash in my face. “You’re
sister was such a happy girl an never did anything to you!” she shook her head.
I didn’t know what she was getting at quite yet, but I knew I was going to be
blamed for something huge. “You
could have waited, you are so stupid!” she shouted with her face almost
touching mine, “You knew how much your sister loved that"that--boy and you had
to go and break her heart for no damn good reason!” It
was clear as a spring day that my mother didn’t really actually care, if she
did she would have remembered her oldest (and clearly favorite) daughter’s
fiancée’s name and not go and refer to him as ‘that boy.’ “She
deserved to know the truth!” I shouted back into my mother’s face. “Her
relationship was not something you needed to step into.” “He
was cheating and lying, she deserved so much better then that f**k!” “You
don’t know what was going on! You just assumed the worst!” “Watching
him as he shoved his tongue down another girl throat in the diner is me just
assuming something’s going on?” My
mother never even asked me what I had seen just went and figured that I was
just assuming something I didn’t fully see and only wanted to hurt my sister.
Leslie was my idol and I wanted everything to grow up and be just like her, I
strived for that. I would have never done anything that would of or even could
have potentially hurt her in any way, shape, or form! My
mother accusing me was a level that I didn’t even think she would stoop too, well
at least not while she was sober or this soon. “Now
you’re lying to my damn face like I’m stupid!” her hands were now in the air. “I’m
not lying about s**t and how would you even know, you were never around the two
of them!” “I
didn’t have to be around to know my daughter was in love!” “She
was too good for him and their relationship was clearly abusive and
controlling!” I knew they were always fighting and screaming at each other over
the phone. I knew that he had her wrapped around his finger and she wouldn’t
ever leave him no matter what he would said or do to her. It was a textbook
abusive relationship and not ‘true love’ or even close to that. “You
wouldn’t know what true love is or isn’t if it went in bit you in your a*s,”
she shouted as she shot herself up from the couch, “you have never even had a
boyfriend for six months, what makes you a the relationship expert! Huh?” “You
are acting like a damn child, you are supposed to be the adult here, but you’re
too boozed out of your skull nowadays and not to mention, you were never home
or cared about anything before either!” “So,
I go out for a few drinks here and there, who are you to define me as a ‘booze
head’ when you’re sanity is leaking out your ears?” That
was the last straw. I wasn’t going to listen to her dictate to me what was
going on in my life. I just witnessed my sister die next to me; of course I’m
going to be a little more uptight and different. Insanity was not the reason
for this; there was a logical explanation to everything, but my mother has such
a thick skull nothing was going to convince her otherwise. I
stood up and went to storm away but had to get one last thing in before I
walked out. “A
few drinks my a*s, you are a mess.” I
stormed down the hall making all the photos shake on the nails that held them I
place. I got to my room and slammed the door as hard as I possibly could and
let out a scream as if a killer was in my room with me holding a knife to my
neck. CRASH!
ELEVEN
My
bed was my only place to get away from the world and sometimes; I didn’t even
feel safe there anymore. Part
of me knew my father if were alive still wouldn’t have let things ever get to
this point. He was the head of the house; he was the one with a head on his
shoulders and a heart in his chest. My mother was just like an evil step-mom in
a fairy tale, but only I was biologically her child, and as much as I never
wanted to admit to that it was the truth and that was that. Ha,
I can remember as a child, all the kids telling me how mean my mom was. It got
to the point that when I had any of my few friends I did have over the house, I
would lie and tell them that my mom wasn’t my real mom, but just some alien
mix-up. I don’t think they believed me, but I didn’t want them to hear from me
she was actually my mom and yes, she was that mean and I did have to live with
her. I
knew if my dad was alive that he would have filed for divorce years ago, before
anything even got close to this disaster I’m now am stuck living in and unable
to get away from no matter how much I wanted and wished to. I
laid there on my side and within seconds had my pillow covered in tears.
Everything in my life that was good and I loved was gone now, my father and
then sister. In 10 years but what felt like only a blink of an eye, my life had
changed and shattered into indistinguishable pieces right in front of me. I
remembered as a child my dad telling Leslie and me about God and heaven even
though we weren’t a religious family. He would tell us that whenever we felt
too tiny and weak too go on in our lives that we could pray to God and he would
be there for us and no matter what we did he would still care. I never thought
much about praying ever, never thought I would need to either, but if there was
ever a time I think this would be the right one. I
didn’t know how I was to go about this, it’s not like my dad got into details
on prayer but I had seen enough s**t on television to come up with something
close. I sat myself up and wiped away the leftover tears from my face. I took
my hands, folded them, and placed them on my lap. Now what do I do? I didn’t want to just start talking to the walls
or air incase my mother was to walk in on me and assume the worst so I
whispered to the point I couldn’t even hear myself. I
asked God to give me the strength to move on and overcome what was being thrown
at me. I asked him to make the pain subside and the thoughts and nightmares to
go away. Lastly, I asked Him for forgiveness. I didn’t want to be blamed by Him
or any one for that matter for my sisters death. Even after telling me God wouldn’t
ever not be there for me I still wanted to make sure and ask, better yet, beg
for his forgiveness. After
I finished my rendition of a payer, I just knelt there on my bed as my knees
sunk into the mattress and springs poked into me silently. I wasn’t sure if I
was supposed to get a response or a sign of some sort, or if that was that and
I had to wait. I sat there silently and waited for what seemed to be hours but
couldn’t be longer then a few minuets. Nothing. I
felt kind of like I was betrayed. I’m not sure who did it, if it was God who
betrayed me for not answering to my prayers, or my father for imbedding this
horseshit into my head about God and how He will always be there for me, no
matter what. I don’t know what was worse, the fact I just wasted time talking
to nothing, or just the fact that I thought it was going to work but had
nothing happen.
TWELVE
The
darkness of the night rolled in faster then my fear of it. Tonight I actually
remembered to make sure I closed the shade before the streetlights could sneak
themselves into my room and torment my mind and soul. My
stomach screamed at me with rumbles for not feeding it, yet again. It’s not
like I was trying to starve myself, it was just I didn’t want to cross paths
with my mother for any reason. I lay there starving myself to nothingness only
causing myself a headache that no pills could take away. My
blood sugars must have plummeted to levels too low for me to function from not
eating in what must have been maybe days. My body began to shake and tremble
uncontrollably as the room began to spin around me as if a twister had picked my
up my walls and started to twirl them around making me nauseous and felt the
urge to puke. Sweat began to pool around me on to the sheets to be absorbed as
I shivered. My ears began to ring and I couldn’t make them stop, I knew that I
was slipping from life quite fast. Reaction
time delayed and legs like rubber I managed to pull near dead body down the
hallway and to the refrigerator to find something, anything, but only finding
juice. Not caring I opened the carton and poured it down my throat. Unable to
hold myself up any longer I collapsed to the ground and just sat on the cold
tiled floor waiting to become alive again and hoping my mother wouldn’t find me
here and if she did wouldn’t question me. I knew she would though, I mean I was
on the floor with a carton of orange juice in my hand as I was shaking from
head to toe. Still I hoped for the best and sat there until I had the strength
to get back into my room and hide there for the night, or maybe the rest of my
life.
THIRTEEN I woke up to a loud
and high-pitched scream that could make someone’s ears bleed and sounded like
it was right next to my head. I jumped looking around for the reason I was
hearing this but there was nothing, my room was dark and empty and I was alone,
at least from the looks of it, but my heart wouldn’t stop racing. I knew I
heard something, what it was I didn’t know and that’s what frightened me to no
end. Having had all theses unexplainable occurrences happen lately, anything
was possible. Once
my over active heartbeat eased down to normal once again and the fear I had of
the darkness finally seized, I drifted back into slumber.
§ § §
Peaceful
dreams filled my mind after being what felt like an eternity of nightmares and
fear. I had my father in my life again and my sister by my side. As I looked
around this feeling of perfection, my mother was no were to be found and this
made things in my life-like dream even better then I thought possible. Somehow,
the three of us all ended up on the pond we would skate at when we were young.
My dad was pulling me around the ice as I squeaked with excitement and joy. My
sister was dancing around the ice like a ballerina on skates. It was just how I
remembered it. It was perfect and peaceful with nothing to fear. I
was in mid-spin when my dad’s hands lost grip of mine and I went spiraling out
of control and falling to the ice. I looked around to find my father and he was
nowhere to be seen and neither was Leslie. I started to scream and call out to
them on the top of my lungs, but there was no answer. The only the response was
from the howling wind screaming into my ears. The
loneliness engulfed me as I sat on the ice and waited for my father and
sister’s return. After time the wind grew colder and picked up speed as the sun
escaped into pure darkness. They weren’t coming back. I started to cry and weep
until the tears felt like they would freeze to my face. I
got up to walk home, alone, in the dark but before I moved even ten inches the
ice made a cracking sound. I felt movement beneath my feet, the ice was
breaking right below me. I ran as fast as I could as to not let my weight break
the ice, but no matter how far I got it wasn’t far enough, the pond was never
ending and the ice still breaking beneath my feet. It as hopeless and I was
never going to get myself to safety. I
gave up and stood there as the ice cracked below me and I fell into the cold
water, which seemed to swallow me in one big gulp. It was dark, but I could see
my sister and father, they were in the water too, but they didn’t move, I don’t
even think they saw me. Slowly everything turned to grey and then to black and
it was over. § § §
I
woke up and realized it was only a dream, as real as it felt and how magical it
began in reality it was just a dream. I was alone in my bed and that was that.
There was no reason to cry, no reason to pray, it was over, and that was just a
dream. As
much as I knew there wasn’t a reason to cry holding it back was still difficult
to do so. I clenched my eyes shut as tight as possible to not let a single tear
escape. The simple task became impossible, the dams broke, and waters escaped
from deep inside of me and began to flood the bedding. I
wasn’t the same as who I used to be and my life was gone. I didn’t understand
what to do anymore when the only person I had put all the blame on me. This all
made a simple task as waking up and leaving my room an impossible journey. No
matter how hard I pushed myself to move on and not let the blame tug me down to
the depths of hell, nothing was working anymore. I was hopeless and stuck in a
life of misery and nightmares that will always be part of my life.
FOURTEEN
Where
did I go wrong in the relationship with my mother to cause this much of a
problem now? I was never a bad child and never caused her much of a fuss
either. I wish she would realize this isn’t the way it should be. The bond that
a mother and daughter have is something started in the womb and continued into
life. It shouldn’t be able to be broken and shattered into tiny bits. It
shouldn’t ever have become what it has become between my mother and I. A
constant hand at each others throats want to strangle the life out of them is
what we had become. This wasn’t a family anymore, it was a mess that couldn’t
be cleaned up, like a shattered mirror that when attempted to be fixed it just
cuts someone’s hands and caused blood to leak from their flesh and land on the
ground later to be absorbed into the earth. My
mother and I are a broken mirror or a relationship, no matter what I do and how
much I try; I will just end up being the one who get hurt in the end. She will
never see the damage she has done to me, or the confusion I have because of it.
That was something I was going to have to learn to live with as I moved on in
my broken life.
FIFTEEN I
always thought my life would have a happy ending like in the stories my dad
would tell me and Leslie before bed. I never thought it could possibly turn
into the horror movie that it was now. I
could hear the moans of my mothers come down the hall. I knew she was drunk
again; there was no doubt in my mind there. Later on tonight, she would be in
the bathroom puking her brains out as I try everything possible to muffle the
sound of it so I can sleep. Then in the
morning, the sober but hung over, beast would find something to break me with
and keep at it until I either fight back or just give up and walk away to hide
in my room and not come out until she was asleep. This
is how it would go week after week and nothing would change. It was as if I
could see it all before it even started because I was getting so used to it
being a routine every single night. It
got to the point where I stopped even caring anymore, there was nothing I could
do to make it stop no matter how hard I tried. It was what it was and that was
that. Even
after months of this occurrence and routine, the blame she would put on me for
Leslie’s death was never easier on me. It was the same pain as if it was the
first time I was blamed for it. Nothing would stop the pain and nothing would
even slightly numb it either. I just wanted to run from it all and hope it
never found me. I
didn’t have a place to run to though, I had no way to be on my own when I
couldn’t even go a day without something my mother called ‘psychotic’ happening
to me. I wouldn’t be able to go out into
the world alone, not like this anyway. I was a damaged good with no way to fix
my flaws. I
was my mother’s disaster that she could do as she pleased and knew I would
never truly fight back. She knew I was too afraid and didn’t have that kind of
courage to hurt my own mother. I wish
her gone or dead all the time, but she was right, I wouldn’t ever actually make
a move like that, even in a state of confusion and fear I wouldn’t do that.
SIXTEEN
It
was rather cool that night comparatively to the previous ones. The cold seemed
to creep into the cracks of the house and come into bed with me, invading my
space and consuming the warmth that was once there. I
tossed and turned for hours attempting to get warm enough to where I could fall
asleep but that was out of my reach. The cold was too much to fight off and I
was too tired to even keep trying. A
loud sapping sound startled me to the point of my heart entering my throat
until I nearly coughed it up onto my bed. The window shade had opened itself,
the streetlight was now glaring into my room, and exposing me with the light it
radiated and pushed in though the glass. There
was a sound of something loud and heavy dropping to the floor behind me. I was
too afraid to turn around and see what it was though. Once I finally gained the
courage to look, the bear stood there in the light from the window. The light
made the bear look almost translucent the way the light was hitting it. After
staring at the thing that stared back at me, I noticed it was holding something
behind its back, however it was too tiny to keep it fully hidden from my sight.
A sharp tip of a knife was poorly hidden behind the bears back. The demonic
humming from months ago crept from its stuffing filled body. I wasn’t sue where
on it the sound came from, but still it was unnatural and sounded evil. The
bear moved closer to me as it continued to slowly hum just loud enough for me
to hear. It was pulling me into a trance-like state of mind. I didn’t feel like
myself and I didn’t feel a care about anything. I just sat there and stared
into the two poorly sewn on button eyes as they started back into my soulless
corps of a body. “Lonnie?’
“Yes?”
I was in a complete trance and had none of my own body control or even thoughts
of my own. “Are
you tired of all the blame?” it asked me. “Yes,
I am.” I admitted even though it wasn’t in my own words or my choice to say. “Don’t
you want to make this all end?” “I
do.” I said as a smile grew on my face. “I
have the answer to all your problems, do you want to hear it?” I
shook my head and leaned in to the bear to listen to the solution to my pain. It
pulled out the knife from behind its back and slowly handed it to me. “This
is how you stop it all for good.” He whispered, “You know what to do with this,
right?” I
nodded my head and tightly grasped the handle of the knife in my trembling
hands. “Go
and stop this nightmare!” the bear moved aside and a pathway to the door was
lit by the streetlight for me to follow.
SEVENTEEN
I
tiptoed down the hall alone, the bear must have stayed in my room for some
reason, and I didn’t care though. This was my answer to all my problems. It was
so simple; I was surprised that I never thought of it before or on my own. I
made it down the hall without making a noise that could wake my mother up or
cause for suspicion. I could still hear her drunken snore from the other side
of her bedroom door. It was still safe. I opened the door and tried to make
sure it didn’t creak from old hinges. As
I crept over to the bed, my mother rolled over, startling me as I thought she
might have just woken up from me entering the room. I stood motionless in the
darkness until the snoring started back up again and I felt it was safe to
continue closer. With
each snore that she let out I could smell the alcohol being released. Tonight
it was whisky. With wide eyes I started at the beast of a mother who had been
torturing me for far too long to let it go any further. This was my chance to
end it all; I would be free and not blamed anymore. I
raised the knife above my head with both hands grasped around the handle and
tried to control the shaking that came from deep inside of my body. I slowly
but forcefully brought the knife down within inches of my mother’s drunken body
before she let out a scream that caused me to jump back in fear. She saw I had
a knife in my hands and more eardrum shatter screams escaped from her mouth and
shook the house and I bet woke the neighbors. I was caught in the midst of
murdering my own mother.
EIGHTEEN
I didn’t try to hide
the fact I wanted to kill her as she slept and I didn’t deny that’s what I was
attempting to do. The
sound of police cars moved closer in the silent night. From the window, I could
see the flashing lights, they blinded me. Within
seconds, there was a banging knock at the front door. It got louder with time
when no one answered. My mother afraid to move near me and myself not finished
with what I had planned. I wanted my
life back without blame and fear in the house I once grew up in with a loving
father and sister. I
rose up the knife in my hands again and went to stab my mother wherever I could
get the knife’s sharp and shiny blade in. Right as I was about to make the stab
into the flash of my mothers right shoulder I was tackled down to the floor by
a man with too much strength for his own wellbeing. The
knife was ripped from my hands and I was placed in handcuffs and dragged from
the house and into the lights that seemed to swallow me whole without even
chewing. I was thrown into the back seat of the police car and the door slammed
shut, locking me inside unable to break free if I was to try. All I could do
was laugh. I didn’t understand what was so funny, but the laughter wouldn’t
stop no matter what I was told. Apparently
I had the right to remain silent and some other crap, but that didn’t stop the
being that seemed to posse me to take over all of me and shout every profanity
possible, some I never heard in my life, but still seemed to know during this
point in time. I was pulled out of the car after a short ride thought the night
of the town. I was dragged into the police station like a ragdoll and pushed
into a cell. This is where I spent the night in hysterical laughter for a
reason unknown to anyone.
NINETEEN
I can’t totally
recall what was happing to me in the next few days, all I knew is I wasn’t
brought back home and I didn’t see my mother either. The
words ‘insane,’ ‘unstable,’ ‘dangerous,’ and ‘psychotic’ were constantly
ringing in my ears. Everything seemed to mush together into one big,
undistinguishable mess of moments that I couldn’t take a part and make sense
of. I
was found to be what they called ‘clinically insane’ and put away somewhere,
but it wasn’t jail, I knew that much just by how it looked and smelled not to
mention the way that the staff there dressed. Everything started to get fuzzy
after entering that building; it was like a drug was administered to me without
my knowledge.
TWENTY (5 years later in the psychiatric
hospital)
Everything
was clear to me now, and this wasn’t where I wanted to be and I didn’t mean to
do what they said I did. I
began to scream and shout at the top of my lungs to let me out of there, they
wouldn’t listen. The doctors and nurses didn’t believe me when I told them I
didn’t have the control over my body when I did those horrible things. “The
bear, it was the bear!” I screamed at the nurse that didn’t even seem to hear
me. “It
gave me the knife, it told me to do it!” The
nurse dragged me into a small room and shut a heavy and thick door with a small
six by six inch window covered in bars behind her. “That’s
how some of the best ones end up,” I heard the nurse say to someone on the
other side of the door. “Yeah,
it’s too bad.” The other, unfamiliar voice said in a reply to the nurse. I
screamed my lungs until there was no more air left to get a scream out and I
started to feel light headed. The medication that was slipped to me must have
started to take effect and I fell down to my knees as my body went to complete
limpness and my mind became at full ease and I fell into a drug induced sleep
in the cell I would now call home. © 2015 KasaundraAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorKasaundraMarshfield, MAAboutMy name is Kasaundra but I go by Kassi. I'm very passionate about English and have been writing since I can remember.I write both poetry, fiction novels, and s.. more..Writing
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