The thing in my backyard

CHAPTER 3: THE BEHEADING III

I lay in the sweet, uncomfortable, dark. My back seeps into the bed, my eyes won't leave my celling fan as it moves as fast as it can go. I've been thinking about turning it off, it looks like at any minute it could break off and fall, I can't find it in myself to move.

I find enough strength to turn over and read my alarm clock. "11:35" flashes at me in green digital letters. I turn my head back to the fan that is just ready to unscrew itself and devour my face, leave it into shards of nothing. The image makes me feel wheezy, I get up out of bed and speed walk to the bathroom. Trying not to wake any one up while feeling nauseous is absolutely horrid.
I walk into the bathroom, darkness fills every area I cannot reach. I quietly shut the door, turn on the light, and walk past the crimson red shower curtains and reach my toilet. I kneel down in front of my toilet and grip the edges of it, the smell of the bathroom is so revolting to my nose that has yet to still adjust to any smells. I sit there trying not to vomit.

I uneasily get up from the ground and try to stable myself. I leave the bathroom quickly and as silent as I can, instead of going to my room and attempt to get any possible sleep, I walk out the hallway and into the living room. I walk then into the dining room, then the kitchen, I go towards a cupboard and find any glass that's clean. I find a blue transparent cup to my liking and fill it up with tap water. I sit next to the sink gurgling the water like I have been deprived from it for years.

I start to hear scratches on the screen door. I slowly put down my empty cup of drained water on the marble counter next to the sink.

Even though I am a little freaked out, the cold tile against my thin socks is chillingly perfect.

I slowly walk across my tile floor, my heels hitting the floor hard with every quiet step.

My short, blue socks, reach the carpet. I can feel the roots of it. The carpet, like the strands of branches from the scalp of the floor.

The door is quietly mocking me as I stand there shivering. The slightly shifted blinds are staring at me with their white, slim, eyes. The wooden sliding door handle feels like a magnet pulling my hand closer and closer to it.

After fearing every small step, I just put in my headphones and breath. On the shaded porch I breathe. Every small step comes with a small inhale and exhale. "I shouldn't be so anxious, it was all a dream, all of it was a nightmare.." I reassured myself.

I turn to the small net like blanket flowing in the light breeze.

I turned to the left and then the right. It's dark and cold, the light breeze leaving chills down my spine. I shudder at it. My eyes are heavy, I feel tired and empty. The air is cold, it stings.

I finally gathered up the courage to walk towards the tree. I need to know, I need to talk, I needed to learn.

It's late, it's dark, it's cold.. I want to walk closer to the tree. I want to be closer, but I can't. It's too dark, my skin wants to crawl underneath my body and hide. I should leave but I can't. I have to know, I have to understand. I can't do it at any other time, if I don't do it now, I'll never amount to anything.

It's pitch black, I'm terrified of turning on the flashlight from my phone, I'm terrified of seeing something I don't want to. I feel watched, I feel way too seen.

"You're a pussy" I whisper to myself. I walk forward into the dark. I cannot see anything. I look to the right. "Aegros?" I call out.

"Boy?" Aegros says, awaiting my arrival.

"It's Micheal." My face was pale and cold, it stung from the cold breeze. My socks were slightly damp from the wet grass, usually I would immediately go change them for a dry pair, but I needed to talk to him.

"I have been waiting for you." Aegros stares at me.

"I'm ready to talk, to talk about what you need from me." I said confidently, hiding how scared I was.

"You cannot do this alone.. you need to go somewhere to find others." Aegros said.

"Why do you need me if I need others to help? Why can't they do it alone?" I ask

"You have earned no reason to question me, boy!"

"My name is Michael!!"

"YOU HAVE NOT EARNED THE RESPECT TO BE CALLED "Micheal", WHEN YOU HAVE EARNED IT YOU WILL BE WORTHY. YOU WILL HAVE PROVEN YOURSELF, YOU ARE WEAK, BOY!"

"YOU'RE WRONG!"

"YOU ARE AFRAID, AFRAID OF EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE! HOW CAN I TRUST SOMEONE WHO IS UNWORTHY!"

"I.. I don't know.."

"Why should you go on this mission, if you are afraid of the deep end of the pool?"

"I will prove it to you."

"Why is it so important to you."

"Because you think I'm important, it's the first time anyone has thought so highly of me, I want to prove you right."

"I want to no longer be afraid.." I said trembling

"Then prove it to me" the tree spoke

"Yes, sir." I mumbled.

"I need you to bring something to me, then you will prove it."

"What is it?"