I had horrible dreams last night. Recurring memories that I relive over and over. It's on a loop in my head and I can't step out of it. That being said, I know what this journal entry is going to be about. I can only hope that this will end the cycle of torment.
I woke up. At this point in my life, I had realized that Bill had lied to me. He manipulated me to build a gateway into our world so he could rule over it. Weirdmageddon. A culmination of earth with the nightmare realm. He planned on unleashing terrors upon my people. He was lustful for power, control, and torment. And I had trusted him. What a fool I was.
Since Bill and I were no longer on good terms, he was hellbent on getting what he wanted. He would stalk my dreams and take over my body every chance he got. He would go into the lab and try to build the portal. He ravaged everything in order to find the research and engineering for the project. Upon learning that I burned the rest of the instructions, he had started to take his loathing out on my body. Every time I would wake, I'd discover new assortments of injuries on my body. A ring of red around my neck, a deep burn, cuts on all my limbs, bruises everywhere, burning in my eyes, and anything else you can imagine.
Upon opening my eyes this time, I saw he had left me another message in deep cuts. " Stop doing this, Ford.", it read. Anger boiled inside me. I refused to give in to what he wanted. I would throw away my life to protect this world. I would stop my former . . . flame.
Today wasn't so bad, honestly. More cuts, more bruises, one water burn. (I was started to learn the differences between types of burn marks) Some stickers stuck on the bottom of my feet. Raw, bloody fingers. Odd. But every now and then Bill did something truly awful. Last incident, he had planted 6 needles in my fingers. The hard part was pulling them out with pliers myself. It took all day. He left a note saying, "You can't stop me, Sixer."
Other incidents included, sun burn that literally boiled my skin. (honestly surprised I didn't get cancer from it)(I learned not to fall asleep during the day.) , cactus, a deep purple bruise on my back, snake bites on my arms, legs covered in ant bites, and lemon juice in my eyes.
I got up out of bed. My body was sore. Like most times, I wondered what Bill had been up to last night. I got out my first aid kit and got to work. I made quick work of putting antibiotic cream and bandages on the wounds. There was nothing to be done about the burns and bruises except let them heal. The only upside was that I finally felt rested again.
I made my ways downstairs and inspected the damage. I had been working on a door to keep Bill out. Luckily, it turned out that Bill loses his powers while inhabiting a human body. Perhaps it is because such powers would kill the host. If using them kills the host, why bother possessing at all? Especially when a vessel such as myself holds so great importance.
The mechanism on the door would do a retinal scan to ensure that only I could enter. When possessing me, Bill alters my eyes to become yellow and dilated. So the scans wouldn't allow him in. Additionally, the door would be made out of grade A titanium. Nothing from the best to keep the world safe from Bill's tyranny.
I had almost finished it the previous night. Once downstairs, I looked at the damage: some scuffs and possibly even a light dent in the nearby wall. I noticed a new sledgehammer on the floor. He had completely broken the keypad. Luckily I was saving the circuits and motherboard to install last. That was the crucial part. Everything else I could most likely fix within 2-3 days. My stomach grew giddy with excitement. This may be the last time I would have to be sleep deprived. At least, that's what I thought.
I got to work. I popped some Adderall (can you blame me?) and started remaking the wires. I mended what could be mended and replaced what needed replacing. I rechecked and double checked my wiring. Did they connect correctly? Was the connection undoubtedly secure? Was it missing any insulations?
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Life without him
Science-FictionStanford: I never thought I'd make friends with an eldritch God. I never planned on things getting so out of hand. But they did. I can't tell Stan. He'd never understand. And I certainly can't tell the children. But I need somewhere to put all of th...