I was in my dad's parent's house. I was there with my mother but I wasn't sure why. It looked completely different from how I remembered it. My grandfather had added on an extra story to the house but you couldn't tell from outside.
The renovations weren't complete - there was plastic everywhere. I went up to the second story to find that the floor wasn't finished. You could go to the edge of the linoleum of the second unfinished kitchen and see the living room below you.
There was also a bathroom on the second floor. I went into the bathroom, stepping carefully, afraid I might fall to the floor below.
The bathroom had been finished and was painted blue. There were flags hanging above the mirror. Plastic flags, like you would see as advertisements at baseball games or on the sides of hockey games. The big, center flag was a Georgia State flag with a panther on it. That confused me. I reached out to touch it but as I did, my mom put her hand on my shoulder.
"So, what do you think?" She asked me.
I looked around.
"It's not like I remembered it to be. It's a bit eerie. Why are we here?" I asked.
She smiled.
"Because we own it now. It was left to us in the will."
I stood there dumbfounded.
"We have people renting it currently but I could kick them out if you want."
What I wanted was to escape the house but I felt like there was no escape. How were people living there? The renovations would take MONTHS to finish. How did we come to own it? I was so confused. I collapsed on the floor.
And woke up.
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Revenge [Working Title]
I had always known that I was meant for this line of work. I was horrible at regular jobs. They were so mundane and boring. I just couldn’t handle it and New Orleans was full of opportunities.
I honestly did try when I first got married and found out I had a baby on the way. I tried to go straight but then I realized that I could make so much more money doing what I was great at – stealing. I hoped that tonight’s job would be the last one I would ever have to do because it would set up my family for life.
I left my wife, son, and daughter at home telling them that I had to work late. My wife knew what I was up to. It was hard for her not to see through my lies as we had been together for way too long. She knew what I did when I left the house and she pursed her lips in disapproval when I shut the door to go.
As I did so, my ten-year-old daughter ran outside to catch up with me. “Father,” she said, “do you have to go? You're supposed to read me a story.” She paused and then said, “I worry about you papa.”
I turned to look at her as she caught me before I could unlock the door to my car. “Lindsay, you must be a good girl and go back inside. You need to help your mama. I will read you a story tomorrow night, I promise.” I smiled at Lindsay reassuringly knowing that if tonight went well, I would never have to pull another job again.
That put a smile on Lindsay's face and she hugged me. “OK papa, but tomorrow night you're going to have to read TWO stories to make up for tonight.” She winked at me and gave me a hug.
Lindsay is a smart girl for a ten year old. She really knows how to bend her papa around her finger. I guess you could call her daddy's girl, which she was. “Now, go back inside and help your mother and brother put away the dishes and leftovers from dinner. I want you in bed on time young lady.”
She rolled her eyes but gave me one more hug goodbye and went inside. I didn't know at the time that I wouldn't see her again for at least twelve more years. So, I got into my car and turned the key in the ignition. I was to meet Danny at the rendezvous point in exactly an hour. I thought I knew what I was getting into so I pulled out of the driveway to my future. The ally was dark when I reached in. Danny was there pacing back and forth. I got out of my car and approached him apprehensively. He turned to look at me and grunted.
“Did you bring the goods?”
I nodded and gestured to the trunk of my car. “It's in there.” I explained in few words.
Danny nodded and popped the trunk. He grabbed the black ski masks and the glock 33s that were shoved down next to the spare tire and smiled. “This should go good. Real good. The vault is in the back and Walsh said he got the code. He's gonna crack it. All we have to do is stand guard and make sure that no one decides to play hero or get too nosy.” Danny said as he grinned and showed a mouthful of decaying teeth.
He was a big guy, one that you never would want to cross. He probably played a linebacker in high school football before he was kicked out. I shrugged and returned the grin. I had been itching to shoot someone for the longest. Now, the guys were going to trust me to do so ... that meant that I had graduated to the level where they trusted me. That was good, real good.
So, then we got down to business. Walsh gave us the signal we were waiting for. The codes to the doors had been cracked so that we could make our way to the vault without any of those pesky alarms going off. Danny and I put on our masks and holstered our guns for now. We had some rope and tape that I had brought along just in case. You never know with these types of jobs. Danny made it to Walsh who stood up and gazed over him like he was a general inspecting his troops.
“What took you so damn long?” Walsh said as he opened the door.
Danny grinned at him and handed him a ski mask and a gun. Walsh gave an ugly grin with rotted teeth back because he loved guns. Walsh was a frightening person to work with. He had a prior criminal record that he liked to brag about of how he killed his wife and her lover. He hacked into his wife’s computer and started sending the guy death threats and completely driving the guy to the brink of insanity. Then, he went over to the guy's house and forced his wife to come with him and he tortured them for hours with knives.
Afterwards, he made his wife castrate her lover and then he shot them both in the head. He was never convicted though because there wasn't enough evidence for the cops to go on. Despite his appearance, he was really smart. He cleaned all of his fingerprints and made sure that the computer evidence was untraceable.
That's Walsh's favorite story.
Danny, Walsh, and I make it to the back of the bank to the vault. Walsh was grinning and playing with the toys he brought to crack the code on the vault. Danny was fidgeting in the corner waiting for instructions to blow something up. I stood there grinning thinking about all of the money that we're going to get. My daughter will be set for college. Then, I look up at a security camera staring back at me.
“Walsh?” I ask pointing at the camera.
“Oh, that's right. Hey, don't worry about the camera. It can't really see us. I recorded an hour of video and it’s on a loop. They can't see us and will never know we were here until they open for business in the morning and realize that an hour of feed is missing.”
He grins and cracks the code. “Brilliant.” I mutter. The vault squeaked open. Inside were all of my dreams and my way out. I smiled. Danny and Walsh both smiled and started going in with bags piling the money to the brim. It was like Christmas.
I started to grab my bag and dive in when I heard someone on a megaphone outside scream, “THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! NOW!”
Danny and I looked at Walsh. “I thought you said you deactivated all of the alarms!” Danny screamed at him.
“I did, asshole! They were ALL deactivated. I was VERY careful. This can't be fucking happening!” Walsh screamed back at me.
“Is there no way out of here? Can't we just blow a hole in the floor?” I asked ducking down.
“That's not going to be possible...I don't have the plans for the bank because this was so carefully done and I didn't think any fucking cops were going to come crash our party.” Walsh said grabbing more money and shoving it into the bag.
Just then, a black canister broke through the window and rolled to us in the back. It started letting out this yellowish colored gas.
“Jesus Christ! Cover up with something so that you can't breathe in the gas! They're tryin' to smoke us out!” Danny yelled and covered his ski mask with a bandana that he had in his pocket.
I fell down to my hands and knees trying not to breathe in the gas. My eyes were watering. I could see Walsh ducking in a corner and then I saw him open a door in the floor that I didn't notice before. I winced.
Then, I realized with a sinking feeling in my stomach that he had lied to us. Walsh caught eye contact with me and smiled. It was such a cold smile that let me know he had planned this and planned for Danny and I to take the fall so that he could enjoy the money. I should have known better. Looking back on it, I don’t know how I could have been so stupid.
The cops were yelling at us to come out. Walsh was gone. Then, I heard gunshots. Danny, I guess, had opened fire, which resulted in the cops opening fire on us. I took out my gun and fired shots. I managed to kill three policemen in the crossfire, as I found out later and Danny managed to kill two.
And that’s the story of how I ended up in prison. I have been here for twelve years since I was tried and convicted. I am currently on death row awaiting my execution. Danny was tried as well, although we're not in the same prison. I’m not sure what his sentence was. Walsh got away scot-free and is a carefree millionaire who lives in Malibu, I believe. I'm planning on visiting him real soon. REAL soon. It would be worth it to break out of this dump just to go and wipe that smug look off of his face.
I get to see my family maybe twice a week. My daughter is the only one who comes to visit me. My wife divorced me and my son doesn’t want anything to do with me. He’s ashamed of me. My daughter understands why I did what I did. She knows that deep down; I’m not a violent person.
My daughter has also come up with a plan to get me out. I’ve tried to talk her out of it but she’s stubborn and determined, like her father. To my surprise, she became a world class thief and assassin. I discouraged this by pointing out where I ended up but it did not deter her at all. She told me that she craved excitement and the pay was better than any regular job she could work. Her mom doesn’t know but Lindsay told me, very proud.
She’s rich in her own right and very independent. Lindsay did graduate from college and was really smart. She learned French, Spanish, and Japanese on her own. She explained to me that when she travels, she doesn't want to have a translator in case something went wrong.
Little did she know that I had a plan of my own to escape. I had a long time to think about what to do. I mean, who wants to die?
I honestly did try when I first got married and found out I had a baby on the way. I tried to go straight but then I realized that I could make so much more money doing what I was great at – stealing. I hoped that tonight’s job would be the last one I would ever have to do because it would set up my family for life.
I left my wife, son, and daughter at home telling them that I had to work late. My wife knew what I was up to. It was hard for her not to see through my lies as we had been together for way too long. She knew what I did when I left the house and she pursed her lips in disapproval when I shut the door to go.
As I did so, my ten-year-old daughter ran outside to catch up with me. “Father,” she said, “do you have to go? You're supposed to read me a story.” She paused and then said, “I worry about you papa.”
I turned to look at her as she caught me before I could unlock the door to my car. “Lindsay, you must be a good girl and go back inside. You need to help your mama. I will read you a story tomorrow night, I promise.” I smiled at Lindsay reassuringly knowing that if tonight went well, I would never have to pull another job again.
That put a smile on Lindsay's face and she hugged me. “OK papa, but tomorrow night you're going to have to read TWO stories to make up for tonight.” She winked at me and gave me a hug.
Lindsay is a smart girl for a ten year old. She really knows how to bend her papa around her finger. I guess you could call her daddy's girl, which she was. “Now, go back inside and help your mother and brother put away the dishes and leftovers from dinner. I want you in bed on time young lady.”
She rolled her eyes but gave me one more hug goodbye and went inside. I didn't know at the time that I wouldn't see her again for at least twelve more years. So, I got into my car and turned the key in the ignition. I was to meet Danny at the rendezvous point in exactly an hour. I thought I knew what I was getting into so I pulled out of the driveway to my future. The ally was dark when I reached in. Danny was there pacing back and forth. I got out of my car and approached him apprehensively. He turned to look at me and grunted.
“Did you bring the goods?”
I nodded and gestured to the trunk of my car. “It's in there.” I explained in few words.
Danny nodded and popped the trunk. He grabbed the black ski masks and the glock 33s that were shoved down next to the spare tire and smiled. “This should go good. Real good. The vault is in the back and Walsh said he got the code. He's gonna crack it. All we have to do is stand guard and make sure that no one decides to play hero or get too nosy.” Danny said as he grinned and showed a mouthful of decaying teeth.
He was a big guy, one that you never would want to cross. He probably played a linebacker in high school football before he was kicked out. I shrugged and returned the grin. I had been itching to shoot someone for the longest. Now, the guys were going to trust me to do so ... that meant that I had graduated to the level where they trusted me. That was good, real good.
So, then we got down to business. Walsh gave us the signal we were waiting for. The codes to the doors had been cracked so that we could make our way to the vault without any of those pesky alarms going off. Danny and I put on our masks and holstered our guns for now. We had some rope and tape that I had brought along just in case. You never know with these types of jobs. Danny made it to Walsh who stood up and gazed over him like he was a general inspecting his troops.
“What took you so damn long?” Walsh said as he opened the door.
Danny grinned at him and handed him a ski mask and a gun. Walsh gave an ugly grin with rotted teeth back because he loved guns. Walsh was a frightening person to work with. He had a prior criminal record that he liked to brag about of how he killed his wife and her lover. He hacked into his wife’s computer and started sending the guy death threats and completely driving the guy to the brink of insanity. Then, he went over to the guy's house and forced his wife to come with him and he tortured them for hours with knives.
Afterwards, he made his wife castrate her lover and then he shot them both in the head. He was never convicted though because there wasn't enough evidence for the cops to go on. Despite his appearance, he was really smart. He cleaned all of his fingerprints and made sure that the computer evidence was untraceable.
That's Walsh's favorite story.
Danny, Walsh, and I make it to the back of the bank to the vault. Walsh was grinning and playing with the toys he brought to crack the code on the vault. Danny was fidgeting in the corner waiting for instructions to blow something up. I stood there grinning thinking about all of the money that we're going to get. My daughter will be set for college. Then, I look up at a security camera staring back at me.
“Walsh?” I ask pointing at the camera.
“Oh, that's right. Hey, don't worry about the camera. It can't really see us. I recorded an hour of video and it’s on a loop. They can't see us and will never know we were here until they open for business in the morning and realize that an hour of feed is missing.”
He grins and cracks the code. “Brilliant.” I mutter. The vault squeaked open. Inside were all of my dreams and my way out. I smiled. Danny and Walsh both smiled and started going in with bags piling the money to the brim. It was like Christmas.
I started to grab my bag and dive in when I heard someone on a megaphone outside scream, “THIS IS THE POLICE! COME OUT WITH YOUR HANDS UP! NOW!”
Danny and I looked at Walsh. “I thought you said you deactivated all of the alarms!” Danny screamed at him.
“I did, asshole! They were ALL deactivated. I was VERY careful. This can't be fucking happening!” Walsh screamed back at me.
“Is there no way out of here? Can't we just blow a hole in the floor?” I asked ducking down.
“That's not going to be possible...I don't have the plans for the bank because this was so carefully done and I didn't think any fucking cops were going to come crash our party.” Walsh said grabbing more money and shoving it into the bag.
Just then, a black canister broke through the window and rolled to us in the back. It started letting out this yellowish colored gas.
“Jesus Christ! Cover up with something so that you can't breathe in the gas! They're tryin' to smoke us out!” Danny yelled and covered his ski mask with a bandana that he had in his pocket.
I fell down to my hands and knees trying not to breathe in the gas. My eyes were watering. I could see Walsh ducking in a corner and then I saw him open a door in the floor that I didn't notice before. I winced.
Then, I realized with a sinking feeling in my stomach that he had lied to us. Walsh caught eye contact with me and smiled. It was such a cold smile that let me know he had planned this and planned for Danny and I to take the fall so that he could enjoy the money. I should have known better. Looking back on it, I don’t know how I could have been so stupid.
The cops were yelling at us to come out. Walsh was gone. Then, I heard gunshots. Danny, I guess, had opened fire, which resulted in the cops opening fire on us. I took out my gun and fired shots. I managed to kill three policemen in the crossfire, as I found out later and Danny managed to kill two.
And that’s the story of how I ended up in prison. I have been here for twelve years since I was tried and convicted. I am currently on death row awaiting my execution. Danny was tried as well, although we're not in the same prison. I’m not sure what his sentence was. Walsh got away scot-free and is a carefree millionaire who lives in Malibu, I believe. I'm planning on visiting him real soon. REAL soon. It would be worth it to break out of this dump just to go and wipe that smug look off of his face.
I get to see my family maybe twice a week. My daughter is the only one who comes to visit me. My wife divorced me and my son doesn’t want anything to do with me. He’s ashamed of me. My daughter understands why I did what I did. She knows that deep down; I’m not a violent person.
My daughter has also come up with a plan to get me out. I’ve tried to talk her out of it but she’s stubborn and determined, like her father. To my surprise, she became a world class thief and assassin. I discouraged this by pointing out where I ended up but it did not deter her at all. She told me that she craved excitement and the pay was better than any regular job she could work. Her mom doesn’t know but Lindsay told me, very proud.
She’s rich in her own right and very independent. Lindsay did graduate from college and was really smart. She learned French, Spanish, and Japanese on her own. She explained to me that when she travels, she doesn't want to have a translator in case something went wrong.
Little did she know that I had a plan of my own to escape. I had a long time to think about what to do. I mean, who wants to die?
To My Love
You are the love of my life,
I have opened my heart up to you,
No other love will suffice,
I only want you.
You have brightened up my world,
And opened my eyes to new beginnings,
and wonderful things I've never realized.
I love spending time with you,
And when I'm away,
I miss you,
And think of you always.
I hope I spend the rest of my life with you,
For no one else will do
You are the only one I want
And I thank my stars that I found you.
I hold you in my arms,
And look into your eyes,
And I drown in them.
I love you so deeply,
And I'm glad I found you.
I love you,
And I'm glad you're mine.
I have opened my heart up to you,
No other love will suffice,
I only want you.
You have brightened up my world,
And opened my eyes to new beginnings,
and wonderful things I've never realized.
I love spending time with you,
And when I'm away,
I miss you,
And think of you always.
I hope I spend the rest of my life with you,
For no one else will do
You are the only one I want
And I thank my stars that I found you.
I hold you in my arms,
And look into your eyes,
And I drown in them.
I love you so deeply,
And I'm glad I found you.
I love you,
And I'm glad you're mine.
Dreams
Peacefully dreaming
Away from this dark portal
of reality
Sleep
A desperate escape
from unkind world
We know so well
Darkness takes me
I fall away
into a peaceful slumber.
Away from this dark portal
of reality
Sleep
A desperate escape
from unkind world
We know so well
Darkness takes me
I fall away
into a peaceful slumber.
The Aliens and the Hospital
**Note: I was not myself in this dream
I was training to be a doctor. Some of my co-workers, and dear friends of mine, decided that we would walk through the woods to get to the hospital since it was much quicker to just take the path. It was almost dawn, so it was still dark. We heard a branch crunch behind us. My friend Josh looked at me and put one finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. Rose and I nodded. Josh, Rose, and I kept walking until we happened upon the graveyard. We were at the old abandoned cemetery now, so we were almost to the hospital. This was an older cemetery that time had forgotten. It had iron rod fences around the grave sites. As I was walking by one, I saw a coat splattered with blood. I gestured quietly behind me to Josh and Rose because I knew we were still being followed. I poked the coat with a stick and all that was left inside the coat was a small gold cross, like you'd wear on a necklace and a clump of long blonde hair.
Then, the attacker sprang. He had some kind of puma with him. Josh took on the attacker. I don't know why it felt important but I grabbed the cross and stuck it in my jacket pocket and Rose and I ran from the puma. We knew of this hole, it was the beginning to a cave at the edge of the graveyard that we were always warned never to go near as children. Well, we were sure as hell going there now. The puma was a lot faster than I thought it would be. I thanked my gym silently as I ran and I'm sure Rose did the same. We worked out to relieve stress.
We finally made it to the cave opening and Rose and I stopped. We watched the puma race towards us, a bit of confusion was on his face as if to say, "why did they stop", but then he pounced. Rose and I leapt out of the way and the puma fell about twenty feet below into the cave. He had broken legs and couldn't get out even if he tried. We got to our feet and looked at each other and the same thought crossed our minds, Josh.
"Josh!" I yelled at Rose and we ran back to the cemetery. Josh was pinned on the ground with the attacker over him asking for the key. Josh didn't know what key the guy was talking about and neither did we. Rose, who knew how to fight (she did some kind of kick boxing after work), did some sort of round kick and got the attacker off of Josh.
"We don't know what you mean by key. What does it look like and why did you attack us to find it?" I asked, getting my breath back.
The attacker rose to his feet clutching his abdomen.
"I just want to go home." He said looking dead at me and shooting an evil look at Rose.
"My ship is over there," as he pointed to a crypt, "but Serin had the key and she's dead. I don't know where it is and I fear I'll never return home. We only stopped here to fuel up and grab some samples of this planet."
Then, he described the key to me. The key that happened to be in my pocket. So, I gave it to him, with the conditions that he wouldn't hurt us and that he would take Serin's body so there wouldn't be any questions we would have to answer, especially if she wasn't human. He happily agreed to these terms as he just wanted to leave. I watched in amazement as he put the cross in the top of the crypt in a slot that would go unnoticed by most people and the whole thing opened to a space ship. There was a walkway to the flight deck, as it was a small ship. He sat down in the pilot's chair.
"Why a crypt?" I yelled over the engines in curiosity.
"Because," he replied, "they are the most ignored here on on Earth."
I couldn't argue with him there. We watched as he took off into the sky.
"Well, we'd best get back to work but he still should have apologized." Josh grumbled and walked out of the woods. Rose and I followed.
But, that wasn't the end of our crazy day, not by a long shot.
It was an EXTREMELY busy day at work. We worked in the ER so we had several car accidents, broken limbs and GI problems. So, when my twelve hour shift came to a close, I thanked all of the deities because I was exhausted.
I retrieved my book bag from my locker and walked outside. There was this man begging and screaming for any kind of help. He caught my eye and saw my doctor's coat. Damn, I really have to start changing clothes in the locker room after work. Not that I don't mind helping people, but an exhausted doctor is not a good doctor.
"Miss, you gotta help me, my wife fell out of the tub."
She looked like she had fallen on his fists. She had a swollen purple bruised right eye, blood pouring out of her nose and soaking the shirt though her clothes. She had a possible broken arm, maybe some internal bleeding, and a huge gash in the back of her head. She might even have a concussion. She was barely conscious. I was trying to keep her talking because you can't let someone with a concussion sleep.
"WE NEED TO GET THIS WOMAN STABILIZED NOW!" I shouted to the group of nurses behind me who had come outside when the man was screaming.
"Sir, while they are stabilizing her, I need you to tell Josh," I gestured to my colleague, "Everything that happened. Can you do that? It will help us to better understand how to treat her." I tried to explain it gently but it came out mechanically because I had switched over into work mode, even though I wanted to rip this guy's guts out and feed it to him for what I KNOW he did to her.
He nodded somewhat in a daze and sat with Josh.
He was a great actor, I'd give him that. He stuck to his story. He even acted somewhat concerned about his wife.
The woman was in a coma, had six fractured ribs, a fractured clavicle, a fractured skull, internal bleeding in her stomach because of a tear, and a punctured lung. We decided to keep her in a medicinally induced coma to spare her from all of the pain. She had bruises everywhere. She also had older injuries that you could see on the MRI - the bones had already healed from the other injuries.
We reported our findings to the police because we are required by law to do so. I think I would have done it anyway, even if it wasn't a requirement.
It had been a weird day but now it was time to go home. I didn't even know what to think about the guy in the spaceship because I had been too distracted by the poor woman patient.
Such a weird day.
I was training to be a doctor. Some of my co-workers, and dear friends of mine, decided that we would walk through the woods to get to the hospital since it was much quicker to just take the path. It was almost dawn, so it was still dark. We heard a branch crunch behind us. My friend Josh looked at me and put one finger to his lips to tell me to be quiet. Rose and I nodded. Josh, Rose, and I kept walking until we happened upon the graveyard. We were at the old abandoned cemetery now, so we were almost to the hospital. This was an older cemetery that time had forgotten. It had iron rod fences around the grave sites. As I was walking by one, I saw a coat splattered with blood. I gestured quietly behind me to Josh and Rose because I knew we were still being followed. I poked the coat with a stick and all that was left inside the coat was a small gold cross, like you'd wear on a necklace and a clump of long blonde hair.
Then, the attacker sprang. He had some kind of puma with him. Josh took on the attacker. I don't know why it felt important but I grabbed the cross and stuck it in my jacket pocket and Rose and I ran from the puma. We knew of this hole, it was the beginning to a cave at the edge of the graveyard that we were always warned never to go near as children. Well, we were sure as hell going there now. The puma was a lot faster than I thought it would be. I thanked my gym silently as I ran and I'm sure Rose did the same. We worked out to relieve stress.
We finally made it to the cave opening and Rose and I stopped. We watched the puma race towards us, a bit of confusion was on his face as if to say, "why did they stop", but then he pounced. Rose and I leapt out of the way and the puma fell about twenty feet below into the cave. He had broken legs and couldn't get out even if he tried. We got to our feet and looked at each other and the same thought crossed our minds, Josh.
"Josh!" I yelled at Rose and we ran back to the cemetery. Josh was pinned on the ground with the attacker over him asking for the key. Josh didn't know what key the guy was talking about and neither did we. Rose, who knew how to fight (she did some kind of kick boxing after work), did some sort of round kick and got the attacker off of Josh.
"We don't know what you mean by key. What does it look like and why did you attack us to find it?" I asked, getting my breath back.
The attacker rose to his feet clutching his abdomen.
"I just want to go home." He said looking dead at me and shooting an evil look at Rose.
"My ship is over there," as he pointed to a crypt, "but Serin had the key and she's dead. I don't know where it is and I fear I'll never return home. We only stopped here to fuel up and grab some samples of this planet."
Then, he described the key to me. The key that happened to be in my pocket. So, I gave it to him, with the conditions that he wouldn't hurt us and that he would take Serin's body so there wouldn't be any questions we would have to answer, especially if she wasn't human. He happily agreed to these terms as he just wanted to leave. I watched in amazement as he put the cross in the top of the crypt in a slot that would go unnoticed by most people and the whole thing opened to a space ship. There was a walkway to the flight deck, as it was a small ship. He sat down in the pilot's chair.
"Why a crypt?" I yelled over the engines in curiosity.
"Because," he replied, "they are the most ignored here on on Earth."
I couldn't argue with him there. We watched as he took off into the sky.
"Well, we'd best get back to work but he still should have apologized." Josh grumbled and walked out of the woods. Rose and I followed.
But, that wasn't the end of our crazy day, not by a long shot.
It was an EXTREMELY busy day at work. We worked in the ER so we had several car accidents, broken limbs and GI problems. So, when my twelve hour shift came to a close, I thanked all of the deities because I was exhausted.
I retrieved my book bag from my locker and walked outside. There was this man begging and screaming for any kind of help. He caught my eye and saw my doctor's coat. Damn, I really have to start changing clothes in the locker room after work. Not that I don't mind helping people, but an exhausted doctor is not a good doctor.
"Miss, you gotta help me, my wife fell out of the tub."
She looked like she had fallen on his fists. She had a swollen purple bruised right eye, blood pouring out of her nose and soaking the shirt though her clothes. She had a possible broken arm, maybe some internal bleeding, and a huge gash in the back of her head. She might even have a concussion. She was barely conscious. I was trying to keep her talking because you can't let someone with a concussion sleep.
"WE NEED TO GET THIS WOMAN STABILIZED NOW!" I shouted to the group of nurses behind me who had come outside when the man was screaming.
"Sir, while they are stabilizing her, I need you to tell Josh," I gestured to my colleague, "Everything that happened. Can you do that? It will help us to better understand how to treat her." I tried to explain it gently but it came out mechanically because I had switched over into work mode, even though I wanted to rip this guy's guts out and feed it to him for what I KNOW he did to her.
He nodded somewhat in a daze and sat with Josh.
He was a great actor, I'd give him that. He stuck to his story. He even acted somewhat concerned about his wife.
The woman was in a coma, had six fractured ribs, a fractured clavicle, a fractured skull, internal bleeding in her stomach because of a tear, and a punctured lung. We decided to keep her in a medicinally induced coma to spare her from all of the pain. She had bruises everywhere. She also had older injuries that you could see on the MRI - the bones had already healed from the other injuries.
We reported our findings to the police because we are required by law to do so. I think I would have done it anyway, even if it wasn't a requirement.
It had been a weird day but now it was time to go home. I didn't even know what to think about the guy in the spaceship because I had been too distracted by the poor woman patient.
Such a weird day.
Friday, July 13, 2012
Warning
Every though
is drowned out
by your name...
Every emotion
blackened
by your memory
My scarred
heart is unprotected
from your words
For you
have no decency
or emotions
You
are just what
I was warned
About.
Already Known Pain
My heart aches
With an excruciating pain--
for you have done
what I'd never thought I'd feel again...
I don't know what to do--
or what to day
don't know how to act
or what to do.
Will someone help me?
Will this drive me insane?
I try to think
Of other things.
Trust
Sadly mistaken
horribly distraught
I turn to the one person
Whom I trust the most
No one can help me
No one understands---
for the hurt you caused
can never be reprimanded.
The Wind
The wind blows through
the trees
And my soul
blows with it
I feel free
as the birds
who fly through the
sky...
And as beautiful
as a monarch butterfly
who proudly soars through
the air.
the trees
And my soul
blows with it
I feel free
as the birds
who fly through the
sky...
And as beautiful
as a monarch butterfly
who proudly soars through
the air.
Hurt
Angry and confused
by your words and actions
I thought I would be ok
again
I thought I had found
"the one"
But it wasn't so
I am still alone
for i have
been abandoned
not once
but three times.
by your words and actions
I thought I would be ok
again
I thought I had found
"the one"
But it wasn't so
I am still alone
for i have
been abandoned
not once
but three times.
Running
Running
panting
out of breath
trying to escape
from you
from it all--
Will I ever
get away?
Sadly, no
But I can keep trying
and I WILL escape--
one day.
Running Away from
one's end of sanity
Running away from the break of society
Running from the grasp of
you
Running before I fall in love
with you.
panting
out of breath
trying to escape
from you
from it all--
Will I ever
get away?
Sadly, no
But I can keep trying
and I WILL escape--
one day.
Running Away from
one's end of sanity
Running away from the break of society
Running from the grasp of
you
Running before I fall in love
with you.
Lost in You
Lost in your eyes,
embracing your smile
Hanging on every moment
Scared it will slip away--
Now that it has
And you are gone
I am forced to live my life
and move on.
I will never forget
the times we shared
or the moments we had
For you are special
to me
and the love
of my life
embracing your smile
Hanging on every moment
Scared it will slip away--
Now that it has
And you are gone
I am forced to live my life
and move on.
I will never forget
the times we shared
or the moments we had
For you are special
to me
and the love
of my life
Stung
Hateful words
Hurtful glances
stream into my heart
Hurt by your words
Stung by your thoughts
I go numb...
MY mind unable to THINK
my HEART unable to speak
for I can't believe
What you are telling
ME
Thinking of You
My thoughts turn to you...
drifting...
doting
You are the one whom I trust
the very heart of me
You warm my soul
complete my smile
You are the one...
Who makes waking up
worthwhile
drifting...
doting
You are the one whom I trust
the very heart of me
You warm my soul
complete my smile
You are the one...
Who makes waking up
worthwhile
Alone
Alone in my mind
Hiding from the world
Shielding myself
from it all
Do you notice?
Do you care?
Probably not.
I stare...
into space
This black hole
I call my home
An inferno
in which I treasure
Hiding from the world
Shielding myself
from it all
Do you notice?
Do you care?
Probably not.
I stare...
into space
This black hole
I call my home
An inferno
in which I treasure
I Just Don't Understand
Silence fills the room
You are near
as I reach for you
You disappear
Its as if you
were made of thin air
and no trace of you
anywhere
I turn to go
afraid and confused
but stop in wonder
in a daze...
Confused and lonely
I sit and wait
for someone who
will one day
be there
when I reach
into the vast
void...
which is called
fate.
You are near
as I reach for you
You disappear
Its as if you
were made of thin air
and no trace of you
anywhere
I turn to go
afraid and confused
but stop in wonder
in a daze...
Confused and lonely
I sit and wait
for someone who
will one day
be there
when I reach
into the vast
void...
which is called
fate.
Random Writing [unfinished]
My heart was pounding and my step was light. I didn't want him to hear me...I didn't want him to have an idea of where I was. I could hear myself breathing...I'm surprised he hadn't heard me. I held my breath and stayed behind the door...too scared to move. I heard him draw closer...I could smell his rancid scent as he entered the room. I could see the gleam of the knife and he held it in his grimy hands...looking into the shadows for me...he was the man my husband had hired to kill me...dispose of me so that his reputation wouldn't be soiled with a divorce. This was the man I was supposed to lose my life to so that my husband could get away with the insurance money. This was the man to dispose of me so that my husband could finally send the kids to boarding school, without ever having to worry about seeing them again...since his nagging wife wouldn't hear of it.
He was closer now. I held the gun in my shaky hands. I wasn't scared to use it...I had learned how to defend myself years ago when I first realized the man who I had married was a monster. He was having affairs and embarrassing me...what made it worse was the fact he was a government official...a senator at that. I had taken self defense classes because I knew how he felt about me. He wanted me gone. We had been separated for more than three years now, and he was tired of it. He wanted me gone but he didn't want me to get half of what he owned. He knew this was the only way out...and I had known his plan from the get go. That's why I bought a gun and learned how to do things for myself. If I was going to go down, I was going to go down trying.
He was closer now. I held the gun in my shaky hands. I wasn't scared to use it...I had learned how to defend myself years ago when I first realized the man who I had married was a monster. He was having affairs and embarrassing me...what made it worse was the fact he was a government official...a senator at that. I had taken self defense classes because I knew how he felt about me. He wanted me gone. We had been separated for more than three years now, and he was tired of it. He wanted me gone but he didn't want me to get half of what he owned. He knew this was the only way out...and I had known his plan from the get go. That's why I bought a gun and learned how to do things for myself. If I was going to go down, I was going to go down trying.
Suffering
This pain surging
through my heart
Is indescribable.
This feeling of
Complete hopelessness
is pathetic.
This sinking feeling in
my stomach shouldn't
even be there.
So Why?
Why am I
Letting it all
Get to me?
through my heart
Is indescribable.
This feeling of
Complete hopelessness
is pathetic.
This sinking feeling in
my stomach shouldn't
even be there.
So Why?
Why am I
Letting it all
Get to me?
You
You are everything to me...
You are the one who made all
of my dreams come true.
You are the one I live for
You are the one I would
die for--
You mean the world to me.
I hope you know
YOU are everything, my dreams--
My World.
You are the one who made all
of my dreams come true.
You are the one I live for
You are the one I would
die for--
You mean the world to me.
I hope you know
YOU are everything, my dreams--
My World.
The End of the World
I dreamed that I was a little girl whose father was a doctor/scientist. He was working to develop this vaccination for people, but somehow it went wrong.
My mother was a very loving person, but somehow, she was the one the vaccination was tested on. She ended up getting very sick, almost with SARS like symptoms. She was very pale.
I wished that I could help her, but I didn't have a cure, and neither did my father. It was VERY contagious. Somehow, almost everyone ended up with the virus...then my father found a cure.
If you had these three rings together (and NO, I had not watched Captain Planet) then it would get rid of all of these mutated versions of the virus. I had a friend who went with me to help me find these pieces of jewelry.
Every town we went to looked wrecked. There were cars piled up and wrecked in the street...trains that had been stopped suddenly with the windows blown out...and NO ONE in sight.
My friend ended up dying of the virus and I was the only person left alive...or so I thought...I didn't know how I had escaped this blood bath my father had created...even he had died at the hands of his own creation...but I lived.
I found a guy by this pond that had lived through it all also. We sat down and started talking to each other. I cried. He had the last ring... but it was too late. We were alone.
My mother was a very loving person, but somehow, she was the one the vaccination was tested on. She ended up getting very sick, almost with SARS like symptoms. She was very pale.
I wished that I could help her, but I didn't have a cure, and neither did my father. It was VERY contagious. Somehow, almost everyone ended up with the virus...then my father found a cure.
If you had these three rings together (and NO, I had not watched Captain Planet) then it would get rid of all of these mutated versions of the virus. I had a friend who went with me to help me find these pieces of jewelry.
Every town we went to looked wrecked. There were cars piled up and wrecked in the street...trains that had been stopped suddenly with the windows blown out...and NO ONE in sight.
My friend ended up dying of the virus and I was the only person left alive...or so I thought...I didn't know how I had escaped this blood bath my father had created...even he had died at the hands of his own creation...but I lived.
I found a guy by this pond that had lived through it all also. We sat down and started talking to each other. I cried. He had the last ring... but it was too late. We were alone.
Holding on to a Lie
I sat there, trying to piece everything together. Why in the world would he leave me alone like this? Why would he let the salty, bitter tears fall from my eyes without even trying to stop them? I was confused and hurt. The words kept pouring out of his mouth, excuses to try and sugar coat the words I thought I was never meant to hear.
"It's not you, it's me. It's not Elaine's or anyone's fault."
"We both knew this was going to happen."
"Are you alright?"
I try to hold back as many tears as I can. I don't want him to see how much he's hurting me, that blasted Irish pride I was raised on.
He turned to leave and I knew he would be gone forever. The truth is, I didn't want him back after catching him in bed with his secretary. It was so cliched. All those working late nights...not coming home when he was scheduled too...why hadn't I seen it? What was wrong with me? I continued to blame myself for the fault of another.
Then, I let the tears fall.
"It's not you, it's me. It's not Elaine's or anyone's fault."
"We both knew this was going to happen."
"Are you alright?"
I try to hold back as many tears as I can. I don't want him to see how much he's hurting me, that blasted Irish pride I was raised on.
He turned to leave and I knew he would be gone forever. The truth is, I didn't want him back after catching him in bed with his secretary. It was so cliched. All those working late nights...not coming home when he was scheduled too...why hadn't I seen it? What was wrong with me? I continued to blame myself for the fault of another.
Then, I let the tears fall.
Waiting
I'm tired
I'm wasted
From waiting around
on you.
You are nothing
that should bother
my thoughts...
my sorrows...
and increase
the energy that
already subsides.
Quietly fading
Into the darkness...
the things that I felt
for you
are still trembling
deep within my soul,
within my heart...
yearning for you to change....
But you won't.
It's a fading dream...
or a never ending nightmare
however cruel that may seem.
I'm wasted
From waiting around
on you.
You are nothing
that should bother
my thoughts...
my sorrows...
and increase
the energy that
already subsides.
Quietly fading
Into the darkness...
the things that I felt
for you
are still trembling
deep within my soul,
within my heart...
yearning for you to change....
But you won't.
It's a fading dream...
or a never ending nightmare
however cruel that may seem.
The Ex (unfinished)
I sat there, broken hearted and her eyes transfixed on the screen in front of me. I was wondering what went wrong in my life. What did I do to drive every person who had ever gotten close to me away? I sipped her coffee.
There were a lot of people I could talk to, cry to, laugh with and go out with but they weren't true friends. Now, I was at home,alone,typing on my computer and feeling sorry for myself. I felt it was all some kind of a mistake.
You couldn't really lose all of your friends over something so silly as a party, could you?
I didn't want to go to this stupid party. My boyfriend's ex was hosting it...and that made me feel even more uncomfortable. I wasn't too happy about my boyfriend being on such good terms with his ex. I knew he had been unfaithful for a while but asking me to go with him to her party ... that was just wrong.
I felt as though I had to watch every word I said, and tip toe around because I didn't want to offend anyone. I knew that I was walking into a lion's den. Everyone probably had been told about me, the ice queen. Most of the people at this party would be the ex girlfriend's friends and they would hate me just out of loyalty, even though non of them knew me personally.
Also, I was tired of being betrayed.
I felt like I couldn't really be MYSELF. I would just feel awkward and weird around my boyfriend's ex. My boyfriend and his ex weren't on the best of terms,or so they wanted me to believe.
I had no one to talk to. No close friends that I could ask advice from. I had to go to this party or it would look like the ex won and I'll be damned if I give her that satisfaction.
I wouldn't be able to relax at the party but I would look damn good. I looked at the computer screen with a nauseated stomach. All I could do was stare at the e-vite.
Time to back away from the computer, I thought to myself.
We bind ourselves to a logic that cannot exist. We base our ideas on lies such as friendship. I haven't found a true friend since I have been alive, I thought to myself as I sipped by coffee. Why start now?
I flipped on the news. The news was always depressing these days so, I changed the channel and found that the only other thing on was the Home Shopping Network. I frowned. This scam really upset me. Really cheap items for expensive prices and people actually bought into it. I changed the channel to the music channels and jammed out to Kimbra.
I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes for a moment. I had time to think. It was hard to have time to myself between my cheating boyfriend and my daughter. My daughter is five years old, but very bright for her age. She was currently in school. I knew my boyfriend was at his ex's house because I called him at work. His boss, Johnny, was really embarrassed and told me that he never came in.
I had chosen to move our family to Tennessee to be with Robbie, my boyfriend.
Then, my phone rang. It was Robbie.
He decided that he was moving to Maine with Sasha and told me the party that I was invited to was an accident. He was going to propose to Sasha at the party and they were happy together. He told me that I just wasn't doing it for him.
I said a few choice words to him that I won't repeat. Thankfully, my name was on the lease because his credit was bad. I arranged a time when i wouldn't be home for him to come and get his stuff. My only friend in the world, Rachel, would supervise to make sure that Robbie only took his own things.
So, my daughter Amanda, and myself would have to start all over. It was scary and depressing but I had to be strong for my daughter. That is the hardest part.
There were a lot of people I could talk to, cry to, laugh with and go out with but they weren't true friends. Now, I was at home,alone,typing on my computer and feeling sorry for myself. I felt it was all some kind of a mistake.
You couldn't really lose all of your friends over something so silly as a party, could you?
I didn't want to go to this stupid party. My boyfriend's ex was hosting it...and that made me feel even more uncomfortable. I wasn't too happy about my boyfriend being on such good terms with his ex. I knew he had been unfaithful for a while but asking me to go with him to her party ... that was just wrong.
I felt as though I had to watch every word I said, and tip toe around because I didn't want to offend anyone. I knew that I was walking into a lion's den. Everyone probably had been told about me, the ice queen. Most of the people at this party would be the ex girlfriend's friends and they would hate me just out of loyalty, even though non of them knew me personally.
Also, I was tired of being betrayed.
I felt like I couldn't really be MYSELF. I would just feel awkward and weird around my boyfriend's ex. My boyfriend and his ex weren't on the best of terms,or so they wanted me to believe.
I had no one to talk to. No close friends that I could ask advice from. I had to go to this party or it would look like the ex won and I'll be damned if I give her that satisfaction.
I wouldn't be able to relax at the party but I would look damn good. I looked at the computer screen with a nauseated stomach. All I could do was stare at the e-vite.
Time to back away from the computer, I thought to myself.
We bind ourselves to a logic that cannot exist. We base our ideas on lies such as friendship. I haven't found a true friend since I have been alive, I thought to myself as I sipped by coffee. Why start now?
I flipped on the news. The news was always depressing these days so, I changed the channel and found that the only other thing on was the Home Shopping Network. I frowned. This scam really upset me. Really cheap items for expensive prices and people actually bought into it. I changed the channel to the music channels and jammed out to Kimbra.
I sat down on the couch and closed my eyes for a moment. I had time to think. It was hard to have time to myself between my cheating boyfriend and my daughter. My daughter is five years old, but very bright for her age. She was currently in school. I knew my boyfriend was at his ex's house because I called him at work. His boss, Johnny, was really embarrassed and told me that he never came in.
I had chosen to move our family to Tennessee to be with Robbie, my boyfriend.
Then, my phone rang. It was Robbie.
He decided that he was moving to Maine with Sasha and told me the party that I was invited to was an accident. He was going to propose to Sasha at the party and they were happy together. He told me that I just wasn't doing it for him.
I said a few choice words to him that I won't repeat. Thankfully, my name was on the lease because his credit was bad. I arranged a time when i wouldn't be home for him to come and get his stuff. My only friend in the world, Rachel, would supervise to make sure that Robbie only took his own things.
So, my daughter Amanda, and myself would have to start all over. It was scary and depressing but I had to be strong for my daughter. That is the hardest part.
Independence
She was standing beside her bed with her hands on her hips, looking at the bed she had made that morning. The house had been spotless, and now--it had been destroyed. Well--if he thought he'd scare her like that while they had a son...he would never see his son again. He can pick on me now, but he will NEVER find his son. Never. He was finally safe with friends. Friends who could be counted on and trusted. So when the smell of the freshly lit cigar arose, she was ready. She took lighter fluid and poured it through the house. As she took up the match she said, "Sorry baby, but this is your only way out." A tear streamed down her cheek as she watched everything she had acquired her catch with the bright hot flames...they engulfed everything that belonged to her, even the man with the cigar...he wasn't able to escape. She prayed once more that it would be over, and her son would understand some day and still love her. She had to do this, it was the only way for him ever to have a decent life without the bruises and without broken bones.
Her son was summoned by the kids in the neighborhood. Everyone told him that his house was on fire. He didn't believe it and couldn't believe it. Tears fell over his partially bruised eye. A fireman walking by him paused to look around. The boy tugged on his sleeve. "Sir, what it happening here?" He knew this was their boy. He was mighty polite, but there was news to be told.
"Your mama and your daddy were in the house together son, and I don't think we'll find them...alive."
His eyes swelled with new tears. "What's going to happen to me then sir?"
The fireman took one quick look around and spotted the exact image of Tayla. "Be right back son." The fireman said and moved over to Tayla's look alike.
"Beg your pardon missus, but are you related to Tayla?"
"I am her twin sister, Kayla."
"well I got a little boy over here who sure needs some kind words and a good night's sleep. He'd be your nephew."
"Yes, I would expect so...lemme look at you son."
He looked just like HIM. Not all that bad, he had his mother's eyes and her frailty.
Her son was summoned by the kids in the neighborhood. Everyone told him that his house was on fire. He didn't believe it and couldn't believe it. Tears fell over his partially bruised eye. A fireman walking by him paused to look around. The boy tugged on his sleeve. "Sir, what it happening here?" He knew this was their boy. He was mighty polite, but there was news to be told.
"Your mama and your daddy were in the house together son, and I don't think we'll find them...alive."
His eyes swelled with new tears. "What's going to happen to me then sir?"
The fireman took one quick look around and spotted the exact image of Tayla. "Be right back son." The fireman said and moved over to Tayla's look alike.
"Beg your pardon missus, but are you related to Tayla?"
"I am her twin sister, Kayla."
"well I got a little boy over here who sure needs some kind words and a good night's sleep. He'd be your nephew."
"Yes, I would expect so...lemme look at you son."
He looked just like HIM. Not all that bad, he had his mother's eyes and her frailty.
Tired
Confused
and Unknowing
Strangely Undecided
Is the
way
I feel.
Hurting and
Stung
by the world
around me.
Hurting and Confused
by your
words.
Tired
of
it
all.
and Unknowing
Strangely Undecided
Is the
way
I feel.
Hurting and
Stung
by the world
around me.
Hurting and Confused
by your
words.
Tired
of
it
all.
Haunted
Haunted by your thoughts
haunted by your voice
Haunted by your memory
of being mistrusted.
You were my soul
you were everything
you were the one
Whom I confided in
Why must you
be so aloof?
Why must you
distance yourself?
What happened to us?
What happened to the
meaning of our friendship?
What did I do
That made you look
for someone else?
Haunted by your
words
wanting you near
wanting to be
there for you
Again
Why you have
gone
I am still
lost
Why you talk
to me still
is beyond
my control
Why do you push
me Away?
why do you not
want me around?
What did I do?
What did I say?
What was it that I did
to drive you away?
haunted by your voice
Haunted by your memory
of being mistrusted.
You were my soul
you were everything
you were the one
Whom I confided in
Why must you
be so aloof?
Why must you
distance yourself?
What happened to us?
What happened to the
meaning of our friendship?
What did I do
That made you look
for someone else?
Haunted by your
words
wanting you near
wanting to be
there for you
Again
Why you have
gone
I am still
lost
Why you talk
to me still
is beyond
my control
Why do you push
me Away?
why do you not
want me around?
What did I do?
What did I say?
What was it that I did
to drive you away?
Forward - The Indian Princess
I was sitting i the parlor over lunch when my dad joined me. I knew it had to be important because he almost never dined with me. He usually was always in his study or at meetings with his officers from the army. He sat down with me and ordered our servants to leave because he he wanted to talk to me alone. I knew then that it had to be serious.
"Maria," he started after the last servant had gone. "You are still young and at sixteen you must have a guardian to accompany you while I am away."
I was surprised.
"Father, you are going away again?"
He looked above the fireplace. It had a painted portrait of my mother. She died when I was born, so it had always been my dad and myself. I know that he missed her terribly. I never knew her but I had heard stories about her.
"It is my duty as King to aid my country when it needs me."
He looked back at the portrait. I grabbed his hand.
"When are you leaving papa?" I asked.
He looked at me steadily.
"I leave in two weeks. My troops and I shall march to Asia."
I was worried. I did not trust my father's council one bit. Each one of them were power hungry and they did not give a damn about the people. They would rather see the kingdom starve while they lounged at bath houses and slept on silk sheets. It just made me so angry. If I were a son, things would be much different. But, women could do nothing. My father remarried and tried for a son but the marriage resulted in no children. I was close to my step mother. She was a gentle person and very sweet. It was easy to talk to her.
"So, who will be in charge while you are gone?"
I asked nervously.
My father looked deep in thought for a moment and then finally answered.
"I think I will leave the Lord St. James. He is someone I can trust."
The Lord St. James was a favorite at court. He was tall and handsome. He had dark features and black hair with hazel eyes and he was about 6'2". He had been offered many marriage contracts but had denied them all. He was also American, like my mother. He gave me the creeps. I did not like him one bit. I always felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
I was part American and part Indian. I had long black hair that reached my waist and green eyes. I had light olive toned skin and was only 5'4".
"I shall miss you father." I said after a while.
"I shall miss you too my dear. Hopefully, the war will be over soon and I can come back home to you. Until then, mind Lord St. James and be good. Well, my dear, I shall depart to my study."
And with that, he left the parlor and I was there alone. The servants came back in and I finished my lunch sorrowfully. I did not want my father to leave. I was so scared that he would not return.
Finally, the day had arrived. My father was leaving for the war. I wore my best dress. It was a long, flowing gown made of green silk. I used my silver hair combs to dress my hair. I tried to catch his eye to plead for him to stay home, but he would not make eye contact. I guess he felt guilty for leaving his only daughter. But, this war was very serious and I knew deep down that he needed to go. The troops would regain morale if they saw their king in the front lines.
I felt so alone already. I had already lost one parent and I did not want to lose another one. His troops lined up and my father mounted his horse. They marched down the road as I sat there with tears running down my face. Lord St. James put his hand on my shoulder. I got chills down my spine.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear,"Come, let's go back to the castle."
There was nothing else I could do but to listen. I followed him back into the castle. From then on, it was a complete nightmare.
And then, the real story starts.
"Maria," he started after the last servant had gone. "You are still young and at sixteen you must have a guardian to accompany you while I am away."
I was surprised.
"Father, you are going away again?"
He looked above the fireplace. It had a painted portrait of my mother. She died when I was born, so it had always been my dad and myself. I know that he missed her terribly. I never knew her but I had heard stories about her.
"It is my duty as King to aid my country when it needs me."
He looked back at the portrait. I grabbed his hand.
"When are you leaving papa?" I asked.
He looked at me steadily.
"I leave in two weeks. My troops and I shall march to Asia."
I was worried. I did not trust my father's council one bit. Each one of them were power hungry and they did not give a damn about the people. They would rather see the kingdom starve while they lounged at bath houses and slept on silk sheets. It just made me so angry. If I were a son, things would be much different. But, women could do nothing. My father remarried and tried for a son but the marriage resulted in no children. I was close to my step mother. She was a gentle person and very sweet. It was easy to talk to her.
"So, who will be in charge while you are gone?"
I asked nervously.
My father looked deep in thought for a moment and then finally answered.
"I think I will leave the Lord St. James. He is someone I can trust."
The Lord St. James was a favorite at court. He was tall and handsome. He had dark features and black hair with hazel eyes and he was about 6'2". He had been offered many marriage contracts but had denied them all. He was also American, like my mother. He gave me the creeps. I did not like him one bit. I always felt like he was undressing me with his eyes.
I was part American and part Indian. I had long black hair that reached my waist and green eyes. I had light olive toned skin and was only 5'4".
"I shall miss you father." I said after a while.
"I shall miss you too my dear. Hopefully, the war will be over soon and I can come back home to you. Until then, mind Lord St. James and be good. Well, my dear, I shall depart to my study."
And with that, he left the parlor and I was there alone. The servants came back in and I finished my lunch sorrowfully. I did not want my father to leave. I was so scared that he would not return.
Finally, the day had arrived. My father was leaving for the war. I wore my best dress. It was a long, flowing gown made of green silk. I used my silver hair combs to dress my hair. I tried to catch his eye to plead for him to stay home, but he would not make eye contact. I guess he felt guilty for leaving his only daughter. But, this war was very serious and I knew deep down that he needed to go. The troops would regain morale if they saw their king in the front lines.
I felt so alone already. I had already lost one parent and I did not want to lose another one. His troops lined up and my father mounted his horse. They marched down the road as I sat there with tears running down my face. Lord St. James put his hand on my shoulder. I got chills down my spine.
He leaned over and whispered in my ear,"Come, let's go back to the castle."
There was nothing else I could do but to listen. I followed him back into the castle. From then on, it was a complete nightmare.
And then, the real story starts.
Cop Drama - Traveling to the Future (unfinished)
I woke up late again. I turned and looked at the alarm clock. Was it really 6:30am? I groaned and pulled myself away from my warm bed.
"I have really got to stop hitting the snooze button." I muttered to myself.
I looked around for something to wear. My clothes were scattered all over my floor. I hadn't bothered to clean because I had been too busy at work. I was still have asleep, so I picked up a random pair of jeans off of the floor and put them on while grabbing a top from the pile of clothes on my vanity chair. I pulled on my jacket as I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in my usual pony tail. I quickly rushed out of the door and I prayed that I would catch the bus. I managed to get to the bus stop just in time and got on the bus. I found a seat, and I sat down and sighed. I vowed, like I did every morning, that I wouldn't hit the snooze alarm anymore.
I arrived at the station and the chief looked annoyed. When he's in that mood, you keep out of his way. I slipped past him without him noticing and sat at my desk. I had a mountain of cold cases that I was trying to solve. I looked up for a brief moment and made eye contact with the chief. Uh oh.
The chief came over to my desk.
"I need you to investigate something for me."
I was a bit stunned. I hadn't been in the field for a long time. The chief and I disagreed a lot so he stuck me at a desk for the rest of my life.
"What would you like me to investigate?" I asked.
I was really curious and a little intrigued.
"There's a woman who etches grave stones and owns a funeral home. My informant says that she stuffs the drugs inside of the coffin and then the dealers grab the stuff at the viewing of the body. The whole thing is sick. She should show the families some god damned respect!"
I agreed. That was pretty awful. So, I got in my patrol car and headed her way.
I got out of the car and saw her out front etching into a granite tombstone. I was her as she etched the stone. She was dressed uniquely with silver attire, which looked like a long t-shirt. She had silver boots that matched, they were almost hidden by the strange outfit. She had purple hair down her shoulders and rings on every finger.
She looked up at me and said, "Wow, the year 2000! Wait til I tell Reznik how I found a grave site this old that still exists!"
And she ran off. I didn't understand what she meant, it sounded crazy to me.
I crept up to the granite that she had been etching and what I saw almost made me faint.
Valerie Cummings
January 2, 1983 - June 26, 2000
My name! I couldn't believe it! I had died? It couldn't be possible! I remembered a car, my mother was driving. We were going down the road when a school bus pulled out in front of us. After that, it was darkness. I don't remember anything after that...just sleeping. Why was I here? What year was it? What was going on?
"I have really got to stop hitting the snooze button." I muttered to myself.
I looked around for something to wear. My clothes were scattered all over my floor. I hadn't bothered to clean because I had been too busy at work. I was still have asleep, so I picked up a random pair of jeans off of the floor and put them on while grabbing a top from the pile of clothes on my vanity chair. I pulled on my jacket as I brushed my teeth and put my hair up in my usual pony tail. I quickly rushed out of the door and I prayed that I would catch the bus. I managed to get to the bus stop just in time and got on the bus. I found a seat, and I sat down and sighed. I vowed, like I did every morning, that I wouldn't hit the snooze alarm anymore.
I arrived at the station and the chief looked annoyed. When he's in that mood, you keep out of his way. I slipped past him without him noticing and sat at my desk. I had a mountain of cold cases that I was trying to solve. I looked up for a brief moment and made eye contact with the chief. Uh oh.
The chief came over to my desk.
"I need you to investigate something for me."
I was a bit stunned. I hadn't been in the field for a long time. The chief and I disagreed a lot so he stuck me at a desk for the rest of my life.
"What would you like me to investigate?" I asked.
I was really curious and a little intrigued.
"There's a woman who etches grave stones and owns a funeral home. My informant says that she stuffs the drugs inside of the coffin and then the dealers grab the stuff at the viewing of the body. The whole thing is sick. She should show the families some god damned respect!"
I agreed. That was pretty awful. So, I got in my patrol car and headed her way.
I got out of the car and saw her out front etching into a granite tombstone. I was her as she etched the stone. She was dressed uniquely with silver attire, which looked like a long t-shirt. She had silver boots that matched, they were almost hidden by the strange outfit. She had purple hair down her shoulders and rings on every finger.
She looked up at me and said, "Wow, the year 2000! Wait til I tell Reznik how I found a grave site this old that still exists!"
And she ran off. I didn't understand what she meant, it sounded crazy to me.
I crept up to the granite that she had been etching and what I saw almost made me faint.
Valerie Cummings
January 2, 1983 - June 26, 2000
My name! I couldn't believe it! I had died? It couldn't be possible! I remembered a car, my mother was driving. We were going down the road when a school bus pulled out in front of us. After that, it was darkness. I don't remember anything after that...just sleeping. Why was I here? What year was it? What was going on?
Break Up
Silently wishing
For this nightmare to end
Silently waiting
For this struggle to fade
Hoping that you
Won't forget me
Hoping that you
Won't hate me
Together again
Is an impossibility
But maybe friends
Would be more up your
Alley.
For this nightmare to end
Silently waiting
For this struggle to fade
Hoping that you
Won't forget me
Hoping that you
Won't hate me
Together again
Is an impossibility
But maybe friends
Would be more up your
Alley.
When You Look - by Amber Farrow
When you look in my eyes what do you see?
When you look deep into my soul, what do you feel?
I see dreams and nightmares.
I see hope and high expectations.
I feel love, anger, and peace.
When you look at me do you really see me?
Can you look past my flaws to see the good in me?
Without love an compassion where would we be?
Without love there is no future.
Written by: Amber Farrow
When you look deep into my soul, what do you feel?
I see dreams and nightmares.
I see hope and high expectations.
I feel love, anger, and peace.
When you look at me do you really see me?
Can you look past my flaws to see the good in me?
Without love an compassion where would we be?
Without love there is no future.
Written by: Amber Farrow
Hostility
Innocent thoughts
Rush through my head
And they vanish
For you have brought
Hostility to my life.
Rush through my head
And they vanish
For you have brought
Hostility to my life.
Slumber
Peacefully dreaming
Away from this dark portal
of reality
Sleep
a desperate escape
from this unkind world
we know so well
Darkness takes me
I fall away
into a peaceful slumber
quietly.
Away from this dark portal
of reality
Sleep
a desperate escape
from this unkind world
we know so well
Darkness takes me
I fall away
into a peaceful slumber
quietly.
Sleep
Slumber takes me to a foreign place
Where dreams are scarce
and in my mind
it awaits
It waits for my eyes to slowly drop
It waits for me to relax
and in my mind
it awaits
It waits for me to give way to darkness
It waits for me to welcome it in,
and in my mind
it awaits
Sleep finally sets in,
It has awaited
and I have given in.
I have given in.
**quick note - this was published when I was 15.
Where dreams are scarce
and in my mind
it awaits
It waits for my eyes to slowly drop
It waits for me to relax
and in my mind
it awaits
It waits for me to give way to darkness
It waits for me to welcome it in,
and in my mind
it awaits
Sleep finally sets in,
It has awaited
and I have given in.
I have given in.
**quick note - this was published when I was 15.
Fresh Start
Dizzy and dependent,
I let you control me.
Everything about me.
You controlled me,
Physically and played
games with my inner mind.
You kept my soul chained
and my bonds clear
and yet you
said you loved me.
My heart wouldn't let
me love you.
So instead,
You kept me a prisoner.
You resulted to fear and intimidation
and you provoked fear
into my heart
and into my life.
So while the hands of fate
were twisting away,
So was my life.
I am stronger
Thanks to you
And more determined
Than ever
To start anew.
I let you control me.
Everything about me.
You controlled me,
Physically and played
games with my inner mind.
You kept my soul chained
and my bonds clear
and yet you
said you loved me.
My heart wouldn't let
me love you.
So instead,
You kept me a prisoner.
You resulted to fear and intimidation
and you provoked fear
into my heart
and into my life.
So while the hands of fate
were twisting away,
So was my life.
I am stronger
Thanks to you
And more determined
Than ever
To start anew.
Mind Games
Raped of my choices
and of my heart
everything that once meant
something to me,
is now gone.
As I sit here
mourning for what I've lost
for when I lost you
I lost everything.
I lost my soul,
and my mind
or was that
when I was with you?
You were like
an invisible poison to me,
that I couldn't get enough of.
Why didn't I realize
in time?
I could have
saved myself
a lot of grief.
and of my heart
everything that once meant
something to me,
is now gone.
As I sit here
mourning for what I've lost
for when I lost you
I lost everything.
I lost my soul,
and my mind
or was that
when I was with you?
You were like
an invisible poison to me,
that I couldn't get enough of.
Why didn't I realize
in time?
I could have
saved myself
a lot of grief.
Innocence
My mind echoes a time
When I truly believed
in people.
In you.
Now, it is just
a faded memory
a past time -
A lost dream.
For you have
destroyed my innocence
as well as my mind.
When I truly believed
in people.
In you.
Now, it is just
a faded memory
a past time -
A lost dream.
For you have
destroyed my innocence
as well as my mind.
The Darkness Fades
At the sound of
your name
the darkness fades
and I am happy
once again.
You are the light
that shines in my
heart.
You are the one
who keeps me sane.
You are the love
that I have never
known.
your name
the darkness fades
and I am happy
once again.
You are the light
that shines in my
heart.
You are the one
who keeps me sane.
You are the love
that I have never
known.
Key to my Heart
My heart belongs
to you -
and only you.
You are the
reason behind
every smile.
You are the only
one
who holds the key
to my heart.
to you -
and only you.
You are the
reason behind
every smile.
You are the only
one
who holds the key
to my heart.
Acceptance
Hurt by rejection,
Lost in fear -
Looking into your
Eyes
Makes everything clear.
I can see
The love there,
And I can also see,
The Devotion.
But most of all,
I see your open arms -
Open wide for me,
And accepting of who I am,
And who I'm meant to be.
Lost in fear -
Looking into your
Eyes
Makes everything clear.
I can see
The love there,
And I can also see,
The Devotion.
But most of all,
I see your open arms -
Open wide for me,
And accepting of who I am,
And who I'm meant to be.
What Would You Do?
What would you do
If your heart was torn in two?
Two different people,
Two different lives,
Two different loves,
One of them attached,
One in love with you.
Would you cry?
Scream?
Tell lies?
So that you could keep them both?
Not me.
For I want neither.
All my life I have waited
for the "right" one,
And this -
has helped me
None.
If your heart was torn in two?
Two different people,
Two different lives,
Two different loves,
One of them attached,
One in love with you.
Would you cry?
Scream?
Tell lies?
So that you could keep them both?
Not me.
For I want neither.
All my life I have waited
for the "right" one,
And this -
has helped me
None.
Nothing Left to Give
Alone in my mind
Hiding from the world.
Shielding myself from hurt
And the pain.
I stare into space
into this black hole
which has become my heart
There is nothing left to give.
Hiding from the world.
Shielding myself from hurt
And the pain.
I stare into space
into this black hole
which has become my heart
There is nothing left to give.
Numbness
Hiding from the world -
Hiding form you.
Hiding from my thoughts
desperately trying to escape.
New thoughts converge in
My mind
About you
About what we used to be.
And I wonder
What went wrong?
With no answer
Or explanation.
Hateful words
Hurtful glances
Pierce my heart.
Hurt by your words
Stung by your actions
My mind goes numb
My mind,
Unable to think.
My heart,
Unable to speak.
For I cannot believe,
How you are treating me.
Hiding form you.
Hiding from my thoughts
desperately trying to escape.
New thoughts converge in
My mind
About you
About what we used to be.
And I wonder
What went wrong?
With no answer
Or explanation.
Hateful words
Hurtful glances
Pierce my heart.
Hurt by your words
Stung by your actions
My mind goes numb
My mind,
Unable to think.
My heart,
Unable to speak.
For I cannot believe,
How you are treating me.
True Love
My thoughts turn to you
drifting...
doting...
you are the one whom I trust
the very heart of me,
You warm my soul
complete my smile,
You are the one
who makes waking up
worthwhile.
drifting...
doting...
you are the one whom I trust
the very heart of me,
You warm my soul
complete my smile,
You are the one
who makes waking up
worthwhile.
Abandoned
Angry and confused
by your words
and actions
I thought I would
be OK again
I thought that I had found
"the one."
But it isn't so
I'm still alone
for I have
Been abandoned
not once ...
but three times.
by your words
and actions
I thought I would
be OK again
I thought that I had found
"the one."
But it isn't so
I'm still alone
for I have
Been abandoned
not once ...
but three times.
Love of my Life
Lost in your eyes
embracing your smile,
hanging on to every moment
scared it will slip away.
Now that it has
and you are gone
I am forced to live my life
and move on.
I will never forget
the good times we shared
or the special moments we had.
For you are special to me,
and the
Love of my Life.
embracing your smile,
hanging on to every moment
scared it will slip away.
Now that it has
and you are gone
I am forced to live my life
and move on.
I will never forget
the good times we shared
or the special moments we had.
For you are special to me,
and the
Love of my Life.
Soothing
A stream flows smoothly
through the mountains
only one rock block its path
It tries to go around it
but it cannot.
Eventually,
it does get through the rock
that caused it so much
delay.
through the mountains
only one rock block its path
It tries to go around it
but it cannot.
Eventually,
it does get through the rock
that caused it so much
delay.
Already Known Pain
My heart aches
with an excruciating pain -
For you have done
What I never thought I'd feel again.
I don't know what to do
Or even what to say -
I don't even know how to act -
Or what to do.
Will someone help me?
Will this pain drive me insane?
I try to think
Of other things ...
with an excruciating pain -
For you have done
What I never thought I'd feel again.
I don't know what to do
Or even what to say -
I don't even know how to act -
Or what to do.
Will someone help me?
Will this pain drive me insane?
I try to think
Of other things ...
Hiding
Sadly mistaken
horribly distraught...
I turn to the one person
whom I trust the most
No one can help me
No one understands
For the hurt you caused
can never be reprimanded.
horribly distraught...
I turn to the one person
whom I trust the most
No one can help me
No one understands
For the hurt you caused
can never be reprimanded.
Heed the Warnings
Every though
is drowned out
by your name.
Every emotion
blackened
by your memory,
My scarred
heart is unprotected
from your words,
For you
have no decency
or emotions,
You
are just what
I was warned
About.
is drowned out
by your name.
Every emotion
blackened
by your memory,
My scarred
heart is unprotected
from your words,
For you
have no decency
or emotions,
You
are just what
I was warned
About.
Comfort
Trying to concentrate
Teary eyed
and oblivious
to the world.
You see something
In me.
You make me hold my
head up high
and wipe away
my tears.
and yet,
all of my fears
are gone too.
Teary eyed
and oblivious
to the world.
You see something
In me.
You make me hold my
head up high
and wipe away
my tears.
and yet,
all of my fears
are gone too.
Bitterness
Eating away at
my thoughts
and
stealing my dreams --
You think you
are destined
to
screw me.
You are mislead
mistaken if
you will -
for you are the one
who's going
to burn
in hell.
my thoughts
and
stealing my dreams --
You think you
are destined
to
screw me.
You are mislead
mistaken if
you will -
for you are the one
who's going
to burn
in hell.
Emptiness
Confused and angry,
By the words,
You spoke.
Heartbreak is,
Not new to
Me.
I trusted you -
I confided in you,
And yet now -
You're not here.
What did I do that
Was so wrong?
That drove you
Away?
I guess I will
Never know,
Since fate had
Different plans.
By the words,
You spoke.
Heartbreak is,
Not new to
Me.
I trusted you -
I confided in you,
And yet now -
You're not here.
What did I do that
Was so wrong?
That drove you
Away?
I guess I will
Never know,
Since fate had
Different plans.
Monday, July 9, 2012
The Nightmare from Last Night
I had two sets of nightmares. One involved my grandfather (I dreamed about him last night, too) and the other involved one of my best friends that I grew up with but we've grown a part.
And, no, before you ask, I have not played any zombie games or watched zombie movies yesterday.
The first nightmare was about my grandfather.
We were back in his hospital room, watching him die all over again. That was rough enough. After he took his last breath and died, a team of nurses and doctors came in, moved us out of the way, and started to resuscitate him. They brought him back. I looked over at the monitor and saw a heartbeat. I was so excited! My grandfather would live! My family and I gave each other hugs and we were so happy. Then, my grandfather spoke to all of us.
"Who are you?"
He didn't remember anything about us ... who we were, what he was doing in the hospital, nothing. All of his memories were gone. My heart sank. This, to me, was worse than death. He didn't even recognize my grandmother. She tried to get him to remember, and then she started to cry. The doctor suggested putting him in a nursing home because he would need around the clock care. He couldn't even remember how to get dressed. It was so hard to watch. This wasn't the grandfather I remembered. Then, I woke up.
The second dream took place in Augusta. I was with my long time friend, the one I grew up with, and his family. I was visiting because I haven't been to Augusta in a long, long time. I got to meet his wife and say hello to the new arrival. Everything was going great until I heard a bunch of sirens go off outside. We flipped on the news to find that SRS was having some sort of melt down and everyone needed to evacuate quickly. I grabbed the wife by the hand and my friend followed us. We made it to the last helicopter but there was only room for three. I shoved my friend aboard with his family, and before they could do anything the helicopter took off. I stood there and watched, knowing I was going to die, but that they would be safe. He had kids and I didn't. He needed to be with his family. If I was lucky, I would find transport somewhere else. But before I could do anything, the helicopter blew up. I screamed. The fiery wreckage rained down around me. I sank to my knees. I was the one who made them get on that helicopter. I was the reason they died.
And, no, before you ask, I have not played any zombie games or watched zombie movies yesterday.
The first nightmare was about my grandfather.
We were back in his hospital room, watching him die all over again. That was rough enough. After he took his last breath and died, a team of nurses and doctors came in, moved us out of the way, and started to resuscitate him. They brought him back. I looked over at the monitor and saw a heartbeat. I was so excited! My grandfather would live! My family and I gave each other hugs and we were so happy. Then, my grandfather spoke to all of us.
"Who are you?"
He didn't remember anything about us ... who we were, what he was doing in the hospital, nothing. All of his memories were gone. My heart sank. This, to me, was worse than death. He didn't even recognize my grandmother. She tried to get him to remember, and then she started to cry. The doctor suggested putting him in a nursing home because he would need around the clock care. He couldn't even remember how to get dressed. It was so hard to watch. This wasn't the grandfather I remembered. Then, I woke up.
The second dream took place in Augusta. I was with my long time friend, the one I grew up with, and his family. I was visiting because I haven't been to Augusta in a long, long time. I got to meet his wife and say hello to the new arrival. Everything was going great until I heard a bunch of sirens go off outside. We flipped on the news to find that SRS was having some sort of melt down and everyone needed to evacuate quickly. I grabbed the wife by the hand and my friend followed us. We made it to the last helicopter but there was only room for three. I shoved my friend aboard with his family, and before they could do anything the helicopter took off. I stood there and watched, knowing I was going to die, but that they would be safe. He had kids and I didn't. He needed to be with his family. If I was lucky, I would find transport somewhere else. But before I could do anything, the helicopter blew up. I screamed. The fiery wreckage rained down around me. I sank to my knees. I was the one who made them get on that helicopter. I was the reason they died.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
The Nightmare on Elm St. - Rewritten
This dream played as a movie in my head. I was watching a movie, not active in the dream.
Freddy got a bad reputation. He loved his wife, that's all he was guilty of. He would kill for her. He would die for her. She was everything to him and he loved her.
His wife was a ruthless, cold, calculating woman. She was short in stature with a reddish brown bob and petite. She was curvy, but not fat. She always wore business suits with short skirts. Her appearance was always pristine. She was never less than perfect. Kruger had fallen for her looks, her poise, and her grace but he should have paid more attention to her flaws.
She was currently buttoning up her clothes. The plumber, the Mason's boy from down the street, was currently zipping up his pants. He wasn't so bad in the sack but he was dumb as a bag of rocks. This guy would do anything she told him, all for another chance to sleep with her. She cooed in his ear and slid her arms up around his neck and whispered into his ear. He was going to get rid of one of her problems.
They owned a three bedroom house in the suburbs. They also had a teenage daughter, Leslie. She lived in the top right bedroom of the house. Peter, the newborn baby boy the couple just had, lived in the bottom left bedroom. The couple, lived in the top center bedroom. Kruger pulled up to the house in his black F150, excited about seeing his newborn son. He had always wanted a baby boy. He took two steps before a giant blast knocked him back on his feet. He was knocked behind his truck. When he got to his feet, he saw that the room where his newborn son had been, was a giant, black, burnt hole in the side of the house. His son was dead. He started screaming and tears rolled down his cheeks. He tried to run to the side of the house but locals held him back. No one saw the Mason's boy driving away from the scene.
Leslie knew what her mother did. She knew her mother was responsible for Peter's death. Her father refused to believe it or see the signs. But, it was obvious. To make her point, she hid her father in her closet. He protested at first and then agreed. He knew his wife wouldn't, couldn't conceive of something so horrible. So, to please and quiet his daughter, he hid. His wife came into the room and saw Leslie. She smiled, a cold and calculating smile. She looked around and then spoke.
"Too bad that he didn't kill you as well. It's amazing how far men will go to get off. One day you'll learn how to do that, if you don't ... let's say," as she tapped a nail against her cheek, "have an accident first. Your father will. I've grown tired of him and he's just not as useful to me as he once was. That's why I kept him around for so long."
Kruger gaped in shock from the closet.
"I thought you loved father."
Leslie whispered, slowly. Her mother just laughed.
"Loved? NEVER! I never loved him! I just used him! Thank you, Leslie, I needed a good laugh today."
Kruger balled his fists.
Leslie's father had been useful to her mother because he used to kill for her mother. Her mother was a cannibal. She was too perfect to kill for herself - too much blood. So, she slept with Kruger and manipulated him into killing for her. He would bring the bodies to her and she would feed. Leslie would take the victim's clothes, which were stripped from their bodies before her mother ate, and wear them. Leslie liked the scent of the blood, but would never eat human flesh.
Her father burst through the closet door and hit her mother. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth and she laughed as she wiped it away.
"Did you really think that I ever loved you? I didn't want kids, I only had these mistakes to keep you happy so that you would keep bringing me food. You're NOTHING! NOTHING TO ME! DO YOU HEAR ME, KRUGER?!? NOTHING!"
Kruger, at that moment, punched her so hard that the mother landed across the room and cracked her head open on the edge of the steel corner of the bed. She lay silent on the floor.
Then, the police came in. Leslie and Kruger could hear them from the top floor.
Kruger turned to Leslie.
"They'll never believe me that I had nothing to do with all of this. It's up to you to get out of here and clear my name."
He said as he showed Leslie a way out. He opened the window and gave her the way out. Leslie kissed her father on the cheek and jumped out of the window, landing on the trampoline. She ran, as fast as her feet would take her, away from her childhood home.
As soon as Leslie felt she was a safe distance away, she stopped and turned to watch her dad. She almost screamed. Her childhood home was now on fire and she saw the police retreat, but never saw her father. She watched as her father and mother burned alive inside of the house she was just in. She was the lone survivor of her family. It was all taken away from her in a day. Just a day. She turned her tear stained face away. She had to keep moving. She couldn't let anyone know who she was or what she was doing. So, she ran again.
She saw her father in her dreams. He was always there.
A few weeks later, Leslie got a job at a camp as a counselor. She was going to some place called Crystal Lake. This place would help her cope with what happened. She would need to forget who she was and become someone else. She looked up as a male counselor across the room smiled at her. After what she'd been through, Leslie was ready for anything.
She smiled back.
Freddy got a bad reputation. He loved his wife, that's all he was guilty of. He would kill for her. He would die for her. She was everything to him and he loved her.
His wife was a ruthless, cold, calculating woman. She was short in stature with a reddish brown bob and petite. She was curvy, but not fat. She always wore business suits with short skirts. Her appearance was always pristine. She was never less than perfect. Kruger had fallen for her looks, her poise, and her grace but he should have paid more attention to her flaws.
She was currently buttoning up her clothes. The plumber, the Mason's boy from down the street, was currently zipping up his pants. He wasn't so bad in the sack but he was dumb as a bag of rocks. This guy would do anything she told him, all for another chance to sleep with her. She cooed in his ear and slid her arms up around his neck and whispered into his ear. He was going to get rid of one of her problems.
They owned a three bedroom house in the suburbs. They also had a teenage daughter, Leslie. She lived in the top right bedroom of the house. Peter, the newborn baby boy the couple just had, lived in the bottom left bedroom. The couple, lived in the top center bedroom. Kruger pulled up to the house in his black F150, excited about seeing his newborn son. He had always wanted a baby boy. He took two steps before a giant blast knocked him back on his feet. He was knocked behind his truck. When he got to his feet, he saw that the room where his newborn son had been, was a giant, black, burnt hole in the side of the house. His son was dead. He started screaming and tears rolled down his cheeks. He tried to run to the side of the house but locals held him back. No one saw the Mason's boy driving away from the scene.
Leslie knew what her mother did. She knew her mother was responsible for Peter's death. Her father refused to believe it or see the signs. But, it was obvious. To make her point, she hid her father in her closet. He protested at first and then agreed. He knew his wife wouldn't, couldn't conceive of something so horrible. So, to please and quiet his daughter, he hid. His wife came into the room and saw Leslie. She smiled, a cold and calculating smile. She looked around and then spoke.
"Too bad that he didn't kill you as well. It's amazing how far men will go to get off. One day you'll learn how to do that, if you don't ... let's say," as she tapped a nail against her cheek, "have an accident first. Your father will. I've grown tired of him and he's just not as useful to me as he once was. That's why I kept him around for so long."
Kruger gaped in shock from the closet.
"I thought you loved father."
Leslie whispered, slowly. Her mother just laughed.
"Loved? NEVER! I never loved him! I just used him! Thank you, Leslie, I needed a good laugh today."
Kruger balled his fists.
Leslie's father had been useful to her mother because he used to kill for her mother. Her mother was a cannibal. She was too perfect to kill for herself - too much blood. So, she slept with Kruger and manipulated him into killing for her. He would bring the bodies to her and she would feed. Leslie would take the victim's clothes, which were stripped from their bodies before her mother ate, and wear them. Leslie liked the scent of the blood, but would never eat human flesh.
Her father burst through the closet door and hit her mother. Blood dripped from the corner of her mouth and she laughed as she wiped it away.
"Did you really think that I ever loved you? I didn't want kids, I only had these mistakes to keep you happy so that you would keep bringing me food. You're NOTHING! NOTHING TO ME! DO YOU HEAR ME, KRUGER?!? NOTHING!"
Kruger, at that moment, punched her so hard that the mother landed across the room and cracked her head open on the edge of the steel corner of the bed. She lay silent on the floor.
Then, the police came in. Leslie and Kruger could hear them from the top floor.
Kruger turned to Leslie.
"They'll never believe me that I had nothing to do with all of this. It's up to you to get out of here and clear my name."
He said as he showed Leslie a way out. He opened the window and gave her the way out. Leslie kissed her father on the cheek and jumped out of the window, landing on the trampoline. She ran, as fast as her feet would take her, away from her childhood home.
As soon as Leslie felt she was a safe distance away, she stopped and turned to watch her dad. She almost screamed. Her childhood home was now on fire and she saw the police retreat, but never saw her father. She watched as her father and mother burned alive inside of the house she was just in. She was the lone survivor of her family. It was all taken away from her in a day. Just a day. She turned her tear stained face away. She had to keep moving. She couldn't let anyone know who she was or what she was doing. So, she ran again.
She saw her father in her dreams. He was always there.
A few weeks later, Leslie got a job at a camp as a counselor. She was going to some place called Crystal Lake. This place would help her cope with what happened. She would need to forget who she was and become someone else. She looked up as a male counselor across the room smiled at her. After what she'd been through, Leslie was ready for anything.
She smiled back.
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