Hi im Chris and my life is...well different to say the least. In order for you to understand ill have to go back a little ways about 35 years. Its Halloween night 1977 in a hospital in Corpus Christi Texas. My mother is giving birth to me....her first and only child. Right off the bat it seemed as though she realy didnt want me around. As I came out she told the doctor get that thing away from me. I know this becouse I was there yesterday.....ill explane that later in the story.
My mom, dad and me lived in a old house on the west side of town off Leapord when I was a small chiled. Life was hard....very hard. My father was never home and my mother drank a lot and would beat me often. I dont know why my mother hated me so but she had no problem showing it. I would often hide when she was drinking and dad wasnt home decouse I knew it was coming. But we lived in a very small house so she would find me anyways and beat me garder for hiding from her.
One day my dad had been gone for several days and my mom was like allways drinking. So I stayed in my room hoping she would forget I was there. But no such luck...she slamed open the door and came at me yelling "come over here you dirty little basterd" and trying to grab me. Despite my best efforts to get away she grabed me by my hair and threw me on the bed. She started beating me very hard so I closed my eyes and wished I wasent there and couldnt feal the pain. Just then I felt a pulling...like something pulling my wholr body to the floor. I opend my eyes and I was no longer in my room.
I was sitting on a couch in a room ive never been in before. I thought I was in some kind of dream at first but it wasnt a dream...where was I. I stood up and started looking around the room and found a dressing mirror. Im the mirror was a image of a old man but im only 10 years old. I became scared at that point I looked out the window and there were the old cars everywhere. I was now confused as well as scared. I didnt know what to do. I began to panic and sat down on the couch and cry. As I was crying I closed my eyes very tightley and thought I wanted out of there. I felt that pulling sensation again then I was back in my room on my bed and my mom was slamming the door shut as she walked out.
The following day at school I told my best and only friend Bobby what had happend. He didnt believe me. He said it had to be a dream or something. I had thought to myself I hope so becouse it was very scary. By the end of the day I had convinced myself that it was my head playing trix on me. I figured my mom hit me in the head and knocked me out and I dreamed it all. Me and Bobby laughed about the weird thing I told him happend that didnt realy happen.
That same night I was at home doing home work at the dining room table when mom got in from work. It was her payday and she had gone grocery shopping. She had got bread, ham and a lot of wine and beer. So I knew what we were having for dinner she would have a ham sandwich and a case of beer and I would have a knuckle sandwich. So as she put her wine and beer in the fridge I took my homework into my room away from her. She had drank her self to sleep that night. So I didnt even get a knuckle sandwick for dinner. But I was still grateful she didnt beat me.
Several monthes had past and I was 11 now. It was christmas time all was well even my father was home. I haven't had another incident sence the first time so I was completely convinced it had been a weird dream. I was out of school for christmas break. My mother and father were out for the day so Bobby came over to play in our club house we made the summer earlyer. It wasnt much more then some scrap woof and tin we found at the dump for a roof. But it was still awesome and it was our base where we held off the ataching enemy. Times were good then. Bobby allways told me cant be bad all the thime. He still says that to this very day more than 20 years later.
Christmas came and went and all was still well at home. Tell new years eve my mother and father were fighting very bad. I had heard them while I was in bed trying to sleep. A loud crash woke me....mom was throwing stuff at dad. She was yelling at him about me. She told him that its his and my fault that her life was so bad. Next my father came into my room anf turned on the light and sat on the bed beside me. He was crying and told me he was leaving and had to go alone. I asked why and he told me he needed time to get his heaf straight. I was just mad at mom....he was leaving fot good and my mom was allways drunck and beating me when he was gone. I begged him not to go but he stood up and walked out of the room dhutting the door behind him. I heard his truck start and he was gone. My mom started drinking I guess and smashing stuff. I guess the neighbors heard everythng and called the police becouse they showed up. The put my mom in the back of a cop car and took off. A little while later they had me in the livingroom talking to me. They asked me if I knew where my father was and what was goin on but I had no good answer. I told them they were fighting and my dad said he was leaving. That when my childhood went from bad to worse.
The police called is social servises to come pick me up.When the lady got there she was nice.She made me relax and even took me to get something to eat.After eating she took me to the group home.They called it the Ark but it was just an orphanage.The older kids there were pretty mean to me.I was bullied all the time.....mostly by Rick.Rick was one of the older boys there. He was 16 and like 300 pounds.He realy liked beating up the kids smaller than him and every one was smaller than him.He realy liked to mess with me....he called me Chris piss.One day he cornered me outside at the baseball dugout and started beating the snot out of me.I tryed fighting back but he was to big i curled up on the ground and closed my eyes real tight.I felt that pulling sensation and opend my eyes and i was looking down at myself. I was just layin there on the ground unconsciuos.I didnt know what the hell was goin on.I thought i was dead at first but my body was breahting.I realized then...i was Rick.Man this is weird i thought to my self.I can see myself laying on the freaking ground.....and im Rick now.One of the Sisters came running up yelling Rick Rick whats goin on what are you doing to that boy.I didnt have time to reply because just like blinking i woke up and was on the ground and Rick was right there laying next to me.The Sister started yelling to the other nuns to come help.She was asking me if i was ok but i was so freaked out at what just happend that i couldnt speak.
The nuns helped both Rick and I to our feet and walked us into the clinic.The nurse checked us both out and found bruises on me and nothin wrong with Rick.They asked where i got the bruises from but i didnt tell them.I didnt want Rick to kick my ass again so i kept my mouth shut.They let Rick go and kept me in there a little longer and gave me a ice bag to put on my side.After a bit they let me go.The bwhole time i was sitting in the clinic i was thinking about what happend.The nurse was worried about my side but thats didnt bother me that i got beat up.I was used to getting hit....i was thinking about the fact that something realy weird happend and i couldnt figure it out.Why did i pass out and was looking at myself through Rick's eyes.How could something like this happen.That also means that the last time was real also.I also thought what happend to the old man if Rick passed out from it did the old man to.It was alot for a 11 year old kid to thank about.I was sitting there thinking about it and then the weirdest thing happend.The nurse said to me Chris you were soul jumping.I looked at her and asked what.She told me again you were soul jumping....thats what i call it.I looked up at the nurse and said what the hell are you talking about.She said im you and im hear to explain what's happening to you right now.
