Tales Of The Telekinetic

Filming: "From The Beginning"

The worst part of a found footage film? When the found footage is you, and you don't make it to the end. That's how Andrew felt the first time he saw himself on camera. He knew quite enough to anticipate that he was going to have to face the inevitable- his death, the spear rocketing through his chest, everything going black. For a little while, he could relax on the couch, laugh at his old antics, focus on the shining Christmas tree if his father was onscreen. But soon it was too much. He left before he could die. He left, every single time. Summer, winter, spring... but not fall. He didn't know what made him stay, he simply knew he had to grin and bear it. He held on tight, as if he would get the instinct to leave if he didn't. The music played, the humming started. He knew it was only a few short minutes. His anger got the best of him, yelling to distract himself from the ever-growing fate. It came as a shock when all he did was stare. He couldn't think, couldn't breathe, it felt like he had died all over again. Then came the hugs, the talking, the.... singing?... and sleep. When he woke up, it was over, he could finally breathe. He knew from now on, he would stay, he would dig deeper into his emotions every time. No more hiding, no more running, no more silence. He had hit the truth like a brick wall, and he needed to climb that wall, understand that wall, destroy that wall and create a new one. He sat on the couch again, this time the movie was the city, not the hole in the ground. He laughed and remembered, listened and understood. And when the time came, he took a breath and let go of his past. He still despised the ending, as anyone would, but he came to terms with it. He wondered, if everyone came to terms with it, would I even be here? But that a musing for another time. The clicker clicked, the volume muted.

 "One more time?"

 "Only if you get me some more goldfish." 

"You ate half the bag already, they're mine!" 

He realized from every time he experienced something old, the new was always better. Why, he wondered? He soon discovered it was because the people around him cared, they let him be himself. No more locked doors, no more Red Vines on shelves, no more open fields. Instead it was goldfish and mannequins and falling asleep to the sound of humming in a warm bed with an open door. He had gone from the beginning, made it to the end, and started over again. This time however, he knew he could rewatch this ending, wherever it left him.