I think that it only started recently. Maybe a year or two ago - I don't really remember nor do I want to.
It was around the time I had broke out of the 'hellhole' known as home.
I had graduated, gotten a job and managed to get myself a somewhat decent apartment.
I remember that it started around two months after I got settled.
As I stated before, I had a somewhat decent apartment. Sure, the lady across the way from me got drunk on a regular basis and broke one too many things - but it was still a nice place.
There were children that lived on the upper floors. All ranging from middle school to high school I think. They would come to my door about once a fortnight asking if I was willing to contribute to their school fundraiser or if I had salt or sugar and whatnot. I remember always feeling glad when they came to my doorstep.
There was this one kid - Lillian Way it was... Probably... She was one of the kids that came to my apartment the most.
It was mostly either about some survey she was doing for school or asking if she could do A B or C... But there were other times where she just seemed so out of it.
I would open the door sometimes and she would just... Stand. Just stand there.
For the most part I didn't take it all too seriously - a simple wave of the hand and she would give a little start as she snapped out of it.
When I look back I think I should've just closed the door on her during those times.
Lillian would walk right past me and stand in front of the window. Then she would always mutter something out of the corner of her mouth.
" Twelve days until the redemption."
That was the first thing she said on during one of these incidents. But the question is twelve days until what? What is this 'redemption' she was talking about? Why do I have to ask these questions?
As stated before I brushed it off at first - I mean, sure it did shake me a bit. But it was most likely some sort occult thing that kids were into these days.
How should I know? The majority of the time I was either working my butt off at work or hiding from the world via my apartment.
Each time she did this the number would go down.
Eleven. Ten. Nine. Eight...
Eight is when I noticed something was happening.
These notes would get mailed to me only a daily basis - an hour apart for each one. All of them were done in this crude handwriting - as if some first grader had found their through their parent's notebook for work.
Though I highly doubt a first grader was capable of writing such grotesque things.
I won't mention exactly what they said as it is quite distasteful and should never be said aloud. Nor do I have them on me.
They all mentioned the same sort of theme - the family bloodline that I belonged to was of dirt and that even though all can be saved,there is a price that must be paid. That redemption was coming soon and I should be thankful for such an opportunity. It then proceeded to go into great detail as to what would happen to me.
I think that technically that part could be considered as evidence of pre-meditated homicide to the greatest extent.
Of course, I was terrified. So what did I do?
I burned them - destroyed them. I mean, if I erased proof of their existence it's possible that I could just move on and forget them right? Right?
The next day they continued to come - now two at every hour.
I later learned - while reading them - that I shouldn't burn them.
Soon the notes began pile up over the days. I think I thought about it all too much.
Eventually I got to the point that I just stopped turning up to work - as I was waiting for each new note to arrive. Question after question would race around my mind after each letter. As each letter was rewording what others had previously stated.
During this time Lillian came over a lot more often. There were some days where she came over twice - because she said she was 'concerned' for me.
The 'days' before the redemption were going down faster then usual as well.
Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three.
I was running out of time. I had no information and I was getting desperate. I was spending hours at a time just trying to think of what was going on. Was it a trick? No... Nobody would possibly be so dedicated to send a letter every hour on the hour - not for how long this has been going on.
I remember the day when it happened it was one day before this so called 'redemption' the answer hit me all of a sudden.
I mean, Lillian was the only one who mentioned this 'redemption'. I don't why I didn't think of it in the first place...
It was when Lillian was standing in front of the window on that day - one day before 'redemption'- that I finally understood it all.
Then it happened.
And let me tell you - when it happened, it was twenty times stronger than any other thing I had felt. Better than any drug or sex I could ever have had. Though in truth, I'll never know if it was relief or pleasure I felt when it happened.
But now I'm here - running away from it all. I don't know if anyone is after me or if anybody has found out about it.
But I... I got a call yesterday. It was her.
Today is the day of redemption.
