Another Demon

Lived A Hero

Quietly I snuck back to the main room, and saw a pair of crazed gunman waving around a nine and uzi. I saw a body bloody and lifeless on the ground and once again images of the fiery car wreck and my mother's body flashed before my eyes. Not again, please not again, not more bodies of innocent lives! Then a thought occurred to, I could die today, I could die trying to save someone instead of killing myself. I can die a hero.

They were laughing as they stuck the barrels of their guns into people's mouths and shouting at the rich old people in J's family to take out their wallets and hand over their gold watches and diamond bracelets. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cell phone, and called 911, I told them the situation and address. I hung up after, not wanting to make a noise. 

The closest man to me was about twenty feet away, close enough to that I was able to take my phone and whip it at him. It hit him in the back of the head and he was out before he hit the ground, my phone shattered along with his skull. I was on the guy with the uzi in a flash, before he could get his finger on the trigger I grabbed the gun and landed an uppercut that dropped the guy immediately he laid motionless, his eyes glossed over.

My sister came up to me and hugged me tight, "Don't you ever do something that stupid again, you hear me? I can't lose you Brendan." But I am already gone I thought to myself, so far gone that no one will ever pull me back to the real world.

Soon the police were at the scene and asking me a bunch of questions. The local news channel was shoving cameras in my face and mics in my mouth like I was some bitch in college at a party with a bunch of the guys. Finally, after what seemed like a fucking lifetime, the cop pulled me off to a secluded area to get my statement.

"I was in the bathroom when I heard the first gunshot, I called 911 and did what I could to help. I did what I saw was right." I said as calmly as I could, even though inside I was so nervous that my veins were shaking. As the cop started talking, my brain began to fight itself again and I saw shadowy figures out of the corner of my eye. Trying to focus on the cops, my ears started ringing. My temples began to pound my head like two rocks getting smashed on my head at once. My heart started to beat faster and faster, I was sweating and it was getting hard to breath. I felt like I was going to collapse, luckily my sister found us and saved me. "Brendan come on, I'm getting you home." I quickly walked to the car as my sister and the cop talked a bit.

Another officer helped me to the car as a news anchors again shoved cameras in my face. "Brendan, Brendan Truss, how does it feel to help put two of the Ruthless Riders Gang in jail?" I stopped in my tracks, turned to the anchor with a look of awe on my face.

"I just helped the cops put away two people, of the biggest gang in the state, in prison and you have my name and face on T.V.!?! You're a fucking idiot mate." I continued walking to the car, the shadowy figures still following me. Waiting for my sister in the passenger seat, I began to play the scene of what happened in my head, then I got a feeling. If my life was bad now, it's about to get a lot worse.

Later that night I watched the clock as it got close to midnight. Past midnight, it gets scary, I hate it. That's when the shadows and voices stop caring about being subtly dementing, they just come at me over and over again. They don't stop, I closed my eyes and tried to concentrate on silence, on nothing. No matter how hard I tried, the voices got louder. They just keep telling me to die, over and over and over. They didn't try to ease my pain or bully me, they wanted to convince me to kill myself. They didn't care how or why, the didn't care about who loved me or that I may be important one day. No, to them I was worthless, a dead man walking. How wrong could they be? They're in my head, they should know me better than myself. No, they can't be right, I deserve to live my life freely. Although, they do make some fine points. My sister won't have to care for me anymore and my dad won't have to feel guilty about not seeing me. Maybe I don't deserve life, maybe I should kill myself for the benefit of others. I didn't die today so maybe I am meant to kill myself. Go out on my own terms. My pocket still had the razor in it, my blood dry on the blade. I can't take these voices anymore, it's too much. I stood up and got into the bathroom adjacent to my room. I went to the bath and started to run the water.

I slowly sank into the water, feeling the warming sensation take over my body, I put the razor blade on top of the tub still in my reach. Isn't this how people die? They cut themselves, in the bath and die. That's a thing right? "Do it. Do it." Plays over and over again in my head, all the positivity left my body, only negative thoughts filled my brain, nonstop barrage of insults battered my brain. Slowly, the warm water made me close my eyes, and I wish I didn't. The scene started to play out in my mind again.