BEWARE.
It was never meant to be like this.
No, rephrase that, it was never supposed to be like this. There. “Supposed” sounds better than “Meant”. It is a lot less subtle, leaves things for imagination. Wait. Does it? Damn, I’m getting confused. Anyway, back to the case at hand.
It was never supposed to be like this.
I can’t promise you that I’ll be able to write without going through those lapses again. But I’ll try. Let’s see exactly how much my brain can handle these days. Who knows? Maybe I’ll actually be able to write something worth reading.
What my name is isn’t important to you. Where I live, what I like… That’s all just worthless junk. What matters is what I have to say to you. To all of you, yep, every single breathing person on this piece of rock that people call a planet. Why? Don’t ask questions. Why isn’t important. Just shut up and listen already.
There are people like me around you every day. Maybe they’re not as far along as I am. But we do exist. You wouldn’t know who they were even if I told you. Heck, you wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you. And they would never tell you themselves. For the same reason I am writing in anonymity right now. Because… No, because isn’t important. Just listen.
I wake up. Another supposed night of stupid rest. Or, rest, it’s supposed to be. But no. There is never rest for me. My nightmares haunt me. Who I am in my dreams haunt me. Who am I in my dreams? Didn’t I ask you to stop asking me questions? Anyway. I’ll explain later.
There was once a family living with me. They had hoped that I’d get better. Hope is such a fleeting thing. It lies. It survives… but eventually, even it can’t last forever. They thought it was temporary. They thought they could reach me. They didn’t want me to feel alone. But, I am never alone. Never.
I have toast for breakfast. Always white, never wheat. Peanut butter and honey. OJ to go along with it. I eat. Why? Cause I must. I still require sustenance… Enough to stay alive. Although why I am staying alive is even beyond me.
I used to go to school. I enjoyed learning. People like me. I had friends. I used to laugh, have fun, and enjoy life. But that was all before. And now I’m living in the after. Do my friends even know if I exist anymore? I don’t know. Who cares? It doesn’t really matter. I’m never alone.
For the same reason I keep myself fed, I choose to go on the treadmill. 8 miles, 1 hour. Why I choose to keep physically fit is also a mystery. But I do. Because He wishes it.
Books used to be my friends. I would spend hours reading a good one. Just savoring every word. Now, I don’t need books. He knows everything. Or He says He does. And I have no choice but to believe Him. You see, I’m never alone. Never.
I still remember the day my life changed. The day He came into me. Or maybe, the day I lost. It was just a normal day in my life. I woke up, showered, dressed, had breakfast, even kissed my mom good-bye as I left to drive to school. Got there, had class, had lunch, finished school, and was on my way home, when IT happened.
What IT was, I don’t know. Even He claims He doesn’t know. And I can’t tell if He is lying. All I know is, I had Him in me. And my life was never the same.
I remember coming back home. Walking up the front steps. Wait, was I walking? I remember just getting to the front door. Opening it. Then, there’s a massive blackout.
The next thing I remember, I’m holding a gun, and there’s blood everywhere. I’m in the living room. The stench of blood is nauseating. There’s someone screaming at me. I can’t hear the words – my ears are still ringing from the gunshot. I look down, shocked. There’s the body of my little sister – my little angelic sister – riddled with three bullets. Her lifeless eyes look back at me, her mouth open into one last scream.
I turn around, and although my hearing is still lost, I can read my mom’s lips.
"What the hell have you done? What’s wrong with you?" There’s tears running down her face, and she’s crying, screaming, crying, screaming…
Just shoot her and make her shut up.
What?
You heard me. Shoot the b**ch and make her shut up.
Who the hell are you?
Just listen to me, you little f***ing boy. Shoot her. Do it.
No. She’s my mother.
You already killed your sister. That’s why she’s screaming at you. Don’t you get it?
No. Can’t be. No!!
Let me show you who you can be.
My arm moves of its own accord. It moves up, and I see myself raise the gun, with a smile on my lips. No, I am not seeing myself – I am doing it – I raise the gun, with a smile on my lips.
"What are you doing? What’s wrong, my son? Why are you doing this? Just stop! You already killed your sister. Just stop!"
Watch. Learn. This is just the first of many.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I recoil at the sound of the shots. I hear myself laugh. No, I am laughing. She hits the ground, screaming, tears rolling down her face…
"I love you."
She closes her eyes.
What just happened? Why did I just do that? Who are you?
I am your destiny. I will show you who you can be. Learn, boy.
No! Get away! I don’t want you! I don’t need you!
You’ve now murdered two innocent people. And you won’t stop there. Stop being such a weak f**cking boy. Now.
Go AWAY!!
You can’t get rid of me. You see, you are me. Or I am you. We are one.
No!
Now, let’s wait and leave a surprise for your old man, shall we?
I am in shock. Well, I am. He sure isn’t. He is moving my body as if it is His own… Because well, it is His own. Then I feel a sharp pain, and black out again.
Wake up, boy! It’s showtime!
I open my eyes. Are they mine? It doesn’t matter anymore. He is me, and I am Him. But we are still different.
The smell of gasoline is in the air – gallons and gallons and gallons of that stuff. Ew. Um..
Can you tell?
You’re going to burn my house?
Not me, you.
No!
Then, I hear a sound. It’s my dad’s truck coming from work.
Why hasn’t anyone heard the gunshots? Why aren’t the police here?
There’s no one to report to them.
What?
Our neighbors. Only eight in total. They so trusted us. And they got what they deserved – a knife blade.
No! You’re lying!
You know it is so.
Now I think of it, I do remember… but it is as if I am seeing it from a dream. I see myself laughing as I slash their throats. Blood everywhere. I force myself to stop remembering.
I won’t let you get away with this.
Haha. I am you now. You are me. There is no separation. We are together, forever.
I try to fight Him off. To try to get my body back. But I can’t. All I want in that moment is to kill myself, but I can’t.
I hear footsteps. It is my Dad. He walks up…
"Hey, son! How was your day?"
“Fine, Dad, just fine,” I hear myself say.
He walks in. Sees the gasoline. Stares.
"What’s going on here?"
“You’ll see.”
He sees the dead bodies, the blood. The gasoline. Then he looks up and sees my gun, pointed straight at him.
"What! Oh no! No! Angela! No! Joyce! Son, why have you done this? All we have ever tried to do is love you. Why?"
“You will never understand, old man.”
"You need help. Lots of help. But you don’t have to do this… Let me help you."
“You can’t help me, old man.”
"All we’ve wished for you is a better future. Was it too much for you, the pressure? The stress? Why?"
“Just shut up! And die!”
Then, he pulls out his gun. I’d forgotten. My Dad always carries a gun around…
"You see? I’ve handled this a lot longer than you have. I know how to use it."
“You wanna test that theory?”
The truth is, if it came down to it, he would shoot me before I actually had a chance. My Dad was in the military for 20 years, and he had been there during Desert Storm. He had obtained two Purple Hearts and one Medal of Honor. He was a good shot.
"I don’t know what’s happened to you. But I’m not mad at you. No, I’m just shocked… and sad. Why did you kill your mother and sister? Why? What’s going on? Just talk to me, son… and lower your gun."
My Dad cannot understand that at that very moment, lowering the gun is exactly what I want to do. But I can’t. Because He is in control. All I can do is just watch.
Observe, boy, what is the downfall of humanity.
What? I don’t understand.
But you will.
"Let’s just put down the guns and talk. You need help. You’ve caused a lot of pain today… I can’t believe what you’ve done. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re family… and I still love you."
Hear that? He still loves you. After you killed his wife and his daughter. Pfft. Love. Stupid love. It will be humanity’s downfall.
"Ok? Let’s just put down the guns. See? I’m going to do it first. Ok?"
"No, Dad. You should just shoot me when you have the chance. To stop this evil. To end it. End it now!"
But he won’t. Because of love. Stupid love.
My Dad is actually going to lower the gun.
“You’ll never get through to your Son, old man. All that is left is me,” my mouth speaks.
"Whatever’s happened, I can help you. Let me help you. Let me love you."
My Dad has never been this open with his feelings before. This is new… and, it might be the last words that he says.
With a flick of his wrist, he sends his gun to the floor. CLANG! And with that sound, I am terrified.
No! No! Pick it back up!
Stupid love. He had a chance to kill me, but he didn’t… because of you. And now, he will pay the price.
“Your son is gone,” I hear my mouth say.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
My Dad’s body hits the floor…
NO!!!!!!!!!!
And now, to burn up your past…
I see my body pick up a lighter off of the counter. I see myself walk to the front door. No, I walk to the front door. As I leave it, I throw the lighter to the ground. It ignites. The house burns.
I walk to my car, carrying my parents’ money. He, no, I, start the car. And we drive off.
You might be telling yourself, this is complete b.s.. There is no way that there are people like me among you. You might be thinking that I am telling a lie. But I am not. Because if there’s one thing that He has told me, it’s that there are millions of Him, waiting in people, waiting for that one moment to snap in control.
You might start to try to figure out who the potential mes are. But you won’t find them. You can’t. All you can know is that they are out there.
Who am I in my dreams? I have figured that I am who I am in my dreams. My dreams are reality.
Because you see, He and I are one. I am Him, He is me. And now, we have found a little place to live. For the time being, until we finish planning. And when we finish planning, we will strike. For He is on earth to kill and destroy – and the first thing that he destroyed was my life.
Wait, He is me. So, we destroyed my life. Wait…
Beware. For He is coming. I am coming. And wherever we come, there will be death and destruction. And the more that wake like me, the more destruction there will be. Till the end of time.
And the whole time, I will be shouting, Why, why didn’t Dad just pull the trigger?! Why?
Because, you f**king boy, he loved you. It was love.
Beware.
It was never meant to be like this.
No, rephrase that, it was never supposed to be like this. There. “Supposed” sounds better than “Meant”. It is a lot less subtle, leaves things for imagination. Wait. Does it? Damn, I’m getting confused. Anyway, back to the case at hand.
It was never supposed to be like this.
I can’t promise you that I’ll be able to write without going through those lapses again. But I’ll try. Let’s see exactly how much my brain can handle these days. Who knows? Maybe I’ll actually be able to write something worth reading.
What my name is isn’t important to you. Where I live, what I like… That’s all just worthless junk. What matters is what I have to say to you. To all of you, yep, every single breathing person on this piece of rock that people call a planet. Why? Don’t ask questions. Why isn’t important. Just shut up and listen already.
There are people like me around you every day. Maybe they’re not as far along as I am. But we do exist. You wouldn’t know who they were even if I told you. Heck, you wouldn’t believe me if I did tell you. And they would never tell you themselves. For the same reason I am writing in anonymity right now. Because… No, because isn’t important. Just listen.
I wake up. Another supposed night of stupid rest. Or, rest, it’s supposed to be. But no. There is never rest for me. My nightmares haunt me. Who I am in my dreams haunt me. Who am I in my dreams? Didn’t I ask you to stop asking me questions? Anyway. I’ll explain later.
There was once a family living with me. They had hoped that I’d get better. Hope is such a fleeting thing. It lies. It survives… but eventually, even it can’t last forever. They thought it was temporary. They thought they could reach me. They didn’t want me to feel alone. But, I am never alone. Never.
I have toast for breakfast. Always white, never wheat. Peanut butter and honey. OJ to go along with it. I eat. Why? Cause I must. I still require sustenance… Enough to stay alive. Although why I am staying alive is even beyond me.
I used to go to school. I enjoyed learning. People like me. I had friends. I used to laugh, have fun, and enjoy life. But that was all before. And now I’m living in the after. Do my friends even know if I exist anymore? I don’t know. Who cares? It doesn’t really matter. I’m never alone.
For the same reason I keep myself fed, I choose to go on the treadmill. 8 miles, 1 hour. Why I choose to keep physically fit is also a mystery. But I do. Because He wishes it.
Books used to be my friends. I would spend hours reading a good one. Just savoring every word. Now, I don’t need books. He knows everything. Or He says He does. And I have no choice but to believe Him. You see, I’m never alone. Never.
I still remember the day my life changed. The day He came into me. Or maybe, the day I lost. It was just a normal day in my life. I woke up, showered, dressed, had breakfast, even kissed my mom good-bye as I left to drive to school. Got there, had class, had lunch, finished school, and was on my way home, when IT happened.
What IT was, I don’t know. Even He claims He doesn’t know. And I can’t tell if He is lying. All I know is, I had Him in me. And my life was never the same.
I remember coming back home. Walking up the front steps. Wait, was I walking? I remember just getting to the front door. Opening it. Then, there’s a massive blackout.
The next thing I remember, I’m holding a gun, and there’s blood everywhere. I’m in the living room. The stench of blood is nauseating. There’s someone screaming at me. I can’t hear the words – my ears are still ringing from the gunshot. I look down, shocked. There’s the body of my little sister – my little angelic sister – riddled with three bullets. Her lifeless eyes look back at me, her mouth open into one last scream.
I turn around, and although my hearing is still lost, I can read my mom’s lips.
"What the hell have you done? What’s wrong with you?" There’s tears running down her face, and she’s crying, screaming, crying, screaming…
Just shoot her and make her shut up.
What?
You heard me. Shoot the b**ch and make her shut up.
Who the hell are you?
Just listen to me, you little f***ing boy. Shoot her. Do it.
No. She’s my mother.
You already killed your sister. That’s why she’s screaming at you. Don’t you get it?
No. Can’t be. No!!
Let me show you who you can be.
My arm moves of its own accord. It moves up, and I see myself raise the gun, with a smile on my lips. No, I am not seeing myself – I am doing it – I raise the gun, with a smile on my lips.
"What are you doing? What’s wrong, my son? Why are you doing this? Just stop! You already killed your sister. Just stop!"
Watch. Learn. This is just the first of many.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
I recoil at the sound of the shots. I hear myself laugh. No, I am laughing. She hits the ground, screaming, tears rolling down her face…
"I love you."
She closes her eyes.
What just happened? Why did I just do that? Who are you?
I am your destiny. I will show you who you can be. Learn, boy.
No! Get away! I don’t want you! I don’t need you!
You’ve now murdered two innocent people. And you won’t stop there. Stop being such a weak f**cking boy. Now.
Go AWAY!!
You can’t get rid of me. You see, you are me. Or I am you. We are one.
No!
Now, let’s wait and leave a surprise for your old man, shall we?
I am in shock. Well, I am. He sure isn’t. He is moving my body as if it is His own… Because well, it is His own. Then I feel a sharp pain, and black out again.
Wake up, boy! It’s showtime!
I open my eyes. Are they mine? It doesn’t matter anymore. He is me, and I am Him. But we are still different.
The smell of gasoline is in the air – gallons and gallons and gallons of that stuff. Ew. Um..
Can you tell?
You’re going to burn my house?
Not me, you.
No!
Then, I hear a sound. It’s my dad’s truck coming from work.
Why hasn’t anyone heard the gunshots? Why aren’t the police here?
There’s no one to report to them.
What?
Our neighbors. Only eight in total. They so trusted us. And they got what they deserved – a knife blade.
No! You’re lying!
You know it is so.
Now I think of it, I do remember… but it is as if I am seeing it from a dream. I see myself laughing as I slash their throats. Blood everywhere. I force myself to stop remembering.
I won’t let you get away with this.
Haha. I am you now. You are me. There is no separation. We are together, forever.
I try to fight Him off. To try to get my body back. But I can’t. All I want in that moment is to kill myself, but I can’t.
I hear footsteps. It is my Dad. He walks up…
"Hey, son! How was your day?"
“Fine, Dad, just fine,” I hear myself say.
He walks in. Sees the gasoline. Stares.
"What’s going on here?"
“You’ll see.”
He sees the dead bodies, the blood. The gasoline. Then he looks up and sees my gun, pointed straight at him.
"What! Oh no! No! Angela! No! Joyce! Son, why have you done this? All we have ever tried to do is love you. Why?"
“You will never understand, old man.”
"You need help. Lots of help. But you don’t have to do this… Let me help you."
“You can’t help me, old man.”
"All we’ve wished for you is a better future. Was it too much for you, the pressure? The stress? Why?"
“Just shut up! And die!”
Then, he pulls out his gun. I’d forgotten. My Dad always carries a gun around…
"You see? I’ve handled this a lot longer than you have. I know how to use it."
“You wanna test that theory?”
The truth is, if it came down to it, he would shoot me before I actually had a chance. My Dad was in the military for 20 years, and he had been there during Desert Storm. He had obtained two Purple Hearts and one Medal of Honor. He was a good shot.
"I don’t know what’s happened to you. But I’m not mad at you. No, I’m just shocked… and sad. Why did you kill your mother and sister? Why? What’s going on? Just talk to me, son… and lower your gun."
My Dad cannot understand that at that very moment, lowering the gun is exactly what I want to do. But I can’t. Because He is in control. All I can do is just watch.
Observe, boy, what is the downfall of humanity.
What? I don’t understand.
But you will.
"Let’s just put down the guns and talk. You need help. You’ve caused a lot of pain today… I can’t believe what you’ve done. But that doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re family… and I still love you."
Hear that? He still loves you. After you killed his wife and his daughter. Pfft. Love. Stupid love. It will be humanity’s downfall.
"Ok? Let’s just put down the guns. See? I’m going to do it first. Ok?"
"No, Dad. You should just shoot me when you have the chance. To stop this evil. To end it. End it now!"
But he won’t. Because of love. Stupid love.
My Dad is actually going to lower the gun.
“You’ll never get through to your Son, old man. All that is left is me,” my mouth speaks.
"Whatever’s happened, I can help you. Let me help you. Let me love you."
My Dad has never been this open with his feelings before. This is new… and, it might be the last words that he says.
With a flick of his wrist, he sends his gun to the floor. CLANG! And with that sound, I am terrified.
No! No! Pick it back up!
Stupid love. He had a chance to kill me, but he didn’t… because of you. And now, he will pay the price.
“Your son is gone,” I hear my mouth say.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
My Dad’s body hits the floor…
NO!!!!!!!!!!
And now, to burn up your past…
I see my body pick up a lighter off of the counter. I see myself walk to the front door. No, I walk to the front door. As I leave it, I throw the lighter to the ground. It ignites. The house burns.
I walk to my car, carrying my parents’ money. He, no, I, start the car. And we drive off.
You might be telling yourself, this is complete b.s.. There is no way that there are people like me among you. You might be thinking that I am telling a lie. But I am not. Because if there’s one thing that He has told me, it’s that there are millions of Him, waiting in people, waiting for that one moment to snap in control.
You might start to try to figure out who the potential mes are. But you won’t find them. You can’t. All you can know is that they are out there.
Who am I in my dreams? I have figured that I am who I am in my dreams. My dreams are reality.
Because you see, He and I are one. I am Him, He is me. And now, we have found a little place to live. For the time being, until we finish planning. And when we finish planning, we will strike. For He is on earth to kill and destroy – and the first thing that he destroyed was my life.
Wait, He is me. So, we destroyed my life. Wait…
Beware. For He is coming. I am coming. And wherever we come, there will be death and destruction. And the more that wake like me, the more destruction there will be. Till the end of time.
And the whole time, I will be shouting, Why, why didn’t Dad just pull the trigger?! Why?
Because, you f**king boy, he loved you. It was love.
Beware.