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Chapter Two

    Those things were only the beginning of my 'attachment', and they got worse from then on. During the next few weeks, I had many occurrences with this being. Mind you- I still believed that this was my mother or father. I asked many things of myself, and having amazing grades and being the best on the football team were high priorities for me. At school I had grown distant from my friends, my grades slipped, and just stopped caring over all. I had sleepless nights, and horror filled days. At 16 years old, I had been through more then I had ever wanted to go through. Although, I can honestly say that these things made me the strong, willful person I am today.  

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    It was early in the year, the breeze chilly and the ground wet. I was walking through the woods, just to find some peace. I wasn't watching where I was going and tripped. My knees and my palms burned, blood dripping from some of the deeper gashes. It was warm, and a deep red. I put it up to my mouth and licked it. I hadn't thought of my actions until after I felt the coppery taste attack my taste buds. It made me sick at my stomach just thinking of what I had done. Just a few months ago I had been playing regularly with the Ouija board that I had ordered online. It had become an obsession. I was staying up every night, sometimes not even sleeping during the day.

    I had changed a good bit, since I started fooling with the damned thing. When I looked into the mirror, I had been mad. Where I once had a defined six pack, I now had only a two pack. I stopped working out and staying up late, which caused the dark circles under my eyes. Standing six foot and two inches, I was a tall boy. I had sharp features, with clear hazel eyes and a defined jaw line, all of the girls fell head over heels for me. I was your classic dark, tall, and handsome. A tall glass of cold water in hell.  I, as a cunning boy, was secretly seeing our math teacher before I had gone 'ill'. Once my body diminished and I became a bit disshelved, she stopped seeing me. At the time, I thought i was in love with her so it really effected me. For days I would raid my foster parents liquor cabinets, and one particularly odd night I saw something that terrified me. Not like the times where I had realistic dreams, or things would be one place after I put them in another. This was one of the worst things, I remember it like it was yesterday. I still have recurring dreams of this night.

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    Wobbling up the stairs, I heard music. It was something that you would hear in a scary movie just before the person got killed. Slow, high-pitched piano chords played from the attic but there wasn't a piano anywhere in the house. There wasn't a t.v or radio in the room, so I started to creep. I had to hold myself up with my right hand, with my bottle in the other. I stumbled on the last step and caught myself with the door handle but it was not closed properly so I face planted. The music stopped, but I heard that ever present humming. I lifted myself up and peered around the room- everything a bit disoriented because of the last few shots of brandy I had drank. It was dark, the moon casting shadows that crawled along the walls like vines in a vineyard. The curtains started to sway in a breeze that was not there, and the window raised inch by inch on its own. I was drawn to this window and couldn't stop myself from taking the slow, heavy steps that I had started to take. 

    Thud, thud, thud. The shutters outside of the window started to shake and slam into the side of the house. My foster parents were gone, so I didn't have to worry about them finding me up here. In the last few minutes I had sobered up faster then I ever thought I could, but only for the fact that I feared what I was going to face. Things had gone bad these last few months, so I could just imagine what was to happen in the future. I took my last step, that brought me to the ledge of the window. I was close enough to peer out and see the three story drop, this caused me to shiver involuntarily. 

    Images from my parents' death, and the bad things that happened after that filled my mind. I wanted to end all of the things that happened. I took the final step to be knee-to-board with the window. I swung one leg over the window and then the other, bringing myself into a sitting position with my legs dangling. The air felt so good. I swung my legs back and forth, like a child giddy with excitement of an adventure. I can't explain what happened afterwards in scientific terms, but that is not what this is about, this is about my experience. 

    Something pulled me back from behind, it was a strong pull. It drug me far into the darkness, but too far for me to still be inside of my home. The tugging stopped and I rose, frightened. There was complete darkness except for a small light that seemed to come from a distance...

Short chapter, I know. In the end it will be worth the wait. I just have to get this right! I have it all in my head and I don't want to disappoint my fans. That's if I have any, but if you don't mind vote, or comment, I love feedback.