It's never been easy. Life turned itself upside down for me since the accident. I still remember it so vividly. Every day it comes across my mind and it won't go away...just like the gum you get stuck to the bottom of your shoe. I've been through a hospital and counseling, but it didn't seem to help me at all. I would say that the counseling made it worse, but that would be a lie.
To tell the truth, there was something else that made it worse. I'm not mental. I wasn't going insane or hallucinating or tripping off pain meds. There was something there. Something I didn't believe then, and I still don't to this day, several years later. Something was watching me. Guiding me. Controlling me.
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A few days after coming home from the hospital, I saw something outside my window. I didn't see it at first, but it was there, barely out of sight. It was standing just beyond the glimmer of the street light, shrouded by the darkness that flowed forth from night itself. Most people would have said it was just a tree, but I knew that it wasn't. Trees don't have branches that dance about like shadows without a light, patiently mocking you.
I tried to ignore it and go on about the day, awkwardly sitting in my room while chewing at my hands. At least until my mother called me down for breakfast.
Mother... She's always a good person. Always looking out for others, being kind and helpful and whatever else. But then there's dad. Dear old dad... A stubborn and ruthless asshole that doesn't care about his wife or kids. Hell, he didn't even show up at the hospital for my sister. I have always wondered why mom stayed with him.
I seated myself quietly at the dining table and waited for my food as I normally did, blankly staring at the small television on the kitchen counter that my dear old dad was also locked too. The television didn't hold any amount of my interest, but for some reason the back of my dad's head held it. Twisted, violent thoughts sprang about my head, barely noticeable to my attention. A feeling was urging me forward, but I remained glued in place, staring without reason. That is, until the wondrous plate of food that was set in of me.
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