TOXIC

TOXIC CHAPTER 1

                  It was one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. A day where nothing seemed to go your way and you just seemed helpless or obsolete. I was having one of those days, but in my case things were much...much worse.

                  I was running, running as far as my legs could take me. All I wanted to do was to get away from it all and escape this. Every second that passed I was wishing for all of this to be a dream...a very unfortunate and vivid dream. 

                 This....this thing...this monster that took everything from me...my friends...my family...all in one fail swoop...it's coming for me now. I don't know why it wants me,why it wants to kill me. I try to fight off a grin as I say to myself, It must just have a thing for the blood of helpless hunky seventeen year old boys. As I say that I remember -and cannot believe I almost forgot- I was supposed to turn eighteen today. I fight off another grin as I say to myself, Damn...how am I supposed to enjoy finally being an adult if I'm about die. I almost forget about the demonic creature from hell chasing me until I feel it scratching the back of my leg with its knife like claws. It only did this to leave a trail of blood so that if I hide it can find me.It was like a cruel retelling of Hansel and Gretel, but instead of bread it's blood and unlike them I wish this trail disappeared.

                I realize after running past the same trail I'd left with my own blood that this thing has me in a maze. It was some sort of twisted trap to entertain itself. I also figured out that if I get too close to the way out, it kills me...talk about poor sportsmanship.

               I wonder if it ever sleeps.I wonder if I will ever stop running. I wonder if I'll ever escape with my limbs still intact. If I'll ever escape with my sanity. If I'll ever escape and never have nightmares. If I'll ever escape and it won't find me again. If I'll ever escape for the most part. At that point i knew i was no longer wondering rather I'm hoping. Then reality hit and I knew I was dreaming. Life is filled with "what if's" patronize us to make us feel like we're the problem and I hate every minute I spend second guessing myself. I will escape and I will be free one way or another.

               Trapped. A rat in a maze, a tiger in a cage every cliche I could think of -I was trapped. Now that i see this thing up close I loose all expression in my face I am completely numb,inside and out.I can feel my fingers turning blue, my face turning as white as snow. Not for long though, everything was going to be red. Too soon. I feel it leaving wounds the length of swords on my body. It wants to torture me for hiding from it, for trying to escape...for trying to take away its late night entertainment, I smirk. It wants to punish me for having hope that I could survive. I realized that it was avoiding killing me. It wants a show. It wants dinner to be served with presentation. That or it wanted to make an impression out of me to make sure the rest to come knew that this monster meant business. I knew this was the end. My life was flashing before my eyes; memories of the past, the good-ol-days. I almost smile, I almost forget I'm bleeding to death, that my life is hanging by a thread...a very worn out one nonetheless.I feel no pain. I am going numb.I see a faint white light in the distance. I feel as if I'm floating to  it. I see everyone I love waiting for me. I know I'm dying, it's immanent. I'm happy to be put out of my misery. I am finally at peace. I never wanted it to end like this, but I guess this was the "other way" so maybe I did kind of ask for it. I guess it's funny, life, you think you have everything planned out, everything anticipated but then; life wouldn't be that interesting, now would it?