Just like everyone else I have regrets. But what happened to me is a special kind of hell.
It all started when I talked to that no good fortune teller. She had known my second child was on the way that bad things was to come.
I had just married my wife, our first kid six months. The occasionally night without sleep was common. Sometime me and my wife would fight.. god it was bad but I loved her.
I only asked her breifly how I could fix what was to come. What she told me shocked me.
She said "what i need to do is Erase your regrets and problems away, how could you do that you ask? To Erase you must have an eraser." She said handing me a white eraser stained black from assumed use.
"Once your problems are gone they are gone for good, and even then there will always be problems," after that warning she instructed me how to use it.
I returned home looking at the clock it was twelve kissing my wife's forehead letting her sleep as I watched the baby.
It was silent for some time till his chilling screams send shivers up my spine. I could just feel my eyes struggling to stay open. I open my eyes to see see young Johnny's body cut open.
I fumble to my feet "Oh shit..." I say almost falling to the ground. But it got worse, his corpse rose up to the bar of the crib as he just looked down at me.
"Why daddy, why dont you love me daddy? Why don't you love me? Why don't.." His voice stopping as he jumps to the ground his torn up body landing in an awkward splat.
I looked up to see no roof just a gigantic eraser falling on me forcing my arms at my sides. It felt so heavy. I was frozen still.
I watched the mutilated body rise once more taking awkward steps that would have been his first steps.
"I.. I.. do love you Johnny. " I beg as I look up unto his mouth that had razor sharp teeth.
"No you dont.." He says sliting my throat.
As I screamed loud awakening. Thank god only a dream. I look down seeing the cute baby sleeping.
Reaching into my pocket in all its glory was the white eraser stained black. With my left hand I begin rubbing it with my fingers. After a while the eraser was white once again.
For a few minutes I had contemplated what may be the result of my actions. The fear had beaten me. I held the eraser over Johnny holding it to his skin for two seconds. Then sneaking into the master bedroom I held the eraser once more over her stomach for two seconds.
After about a minute I passed out right beside my wife.
Im sure it was hours later that I awoke stretching a little then looking left then right. My wife gone maybe making breakfast perhaps. There were empty beer bottles everywhere.
"Honey?" I say walking into the kitchen.
"Where are the kids?" I keep looking around every trace of them was gone.
No crib, no family pictures, I couldn't even remember what they looked like.
I limped back into the bedroom after sitting looking left a box of cigarettes sat there and a lighter. Weird I've never smoked before until now when my body craved relife.
A cigarette in one hand and a beer can in the other as I realized my life had been erased away. I begin sobbing to myself slowly. As the sad moans and tears became more intense and frequent.
The bed was a mess. Hours of continues filth on the bed I pass out for the third time.
I woke in the bed everything pitch black as I knew what to do.
I reached over grabbing a belt making my way to the bathroom. I shut the door behind me. Looking up at the shower bar I wrap the belt around it, hooking it tight.
For a moment I was unsure. But I reassured myself letting myself just drop suspended in the air.
I gasp for breath as the eraser id had held in my hand drops rolling to the door.
My eyes are just about to close when the door opens.
I couldn't see who it was at first but then I could see.
It was my wife holding Johnny she screamed dropping to the floor.
She realized I was long gone she picked up the eraser without even realizing it.
And in the end, only madness.
The problem had been erased.
