I found myself in a forest at dusk running through a never ending plain of trees, bushes, and leaves. I looked behind me and saw something I could only describe as a dark and smokey mist. It was chasing me and I began to run faster. Now dashing through the woods, I nearly tripped on a fallen branch of a tall oak. I continued running through the thristles and ivy until finally I heard a noise. A knocking on the door.
"Tyler, wake up!" my mother yelled, startling me from my anxious slumber. I removed the blankets draped over my body and quickly hopped to my feet. My vision still blurry, I thought I had noticed a tiny grey rat run across the floor and into a small crevice in the wall. I turned on the light and looked out my window to see the sun breaking over the North Carolina sky. I was excited as the thought came to my mind, 'Today is the first of school!' I got dressed seemingly ready to march down the red carpet, wearing a flannel button-up shirt and blue jeans. I sauntered into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and combed my hair, making sure that the right side was parted slightly over my eye and the back slightly waved up. I was ready to impress someone.
I walked down the stairs of our hourse and ate breakfast with my mother and father. Afterwards, my mother was busy getting everything ready for me to go, and my father sat there in an old wooden chair reading a newspaper while sipping coffee from his mug, a tradition he was practically known for in the family. "What are you planning on doing this year, Tyler?" my father questioned me, scratching his head and looking at me with his glasses on the top of his nose, "Well, I plan on getting me girl," I replied back smiling. "Is that so? I used to be real people with the girls back in school," my dad pridefully yet jokingly stated. "Yeah, right!" my mother sarcastically snapped back while walking back into the kitchen with my backpack ready to go. I walked out the door, halfway excited and halfway worried saying, "See you all later."
I walked down the dusty dirt road past the field of goats to the old bus stop. The sign was rusting from its age and even my grandfather remembered it being there. I stood there, leaned up against the old sign until the bus pulled up and I stepped on, now en route to what could be prison, or a paradise, all depending on the first day. I sat on the bus alone looking out the window at the never-ending Carolina fields of luscious green grass. The dew was still fresh on the tips of the blades. I smiled, thanking God for the beautiful nature of my hometown. We passed through the winding roads of my city, passing horse fields and cattle ranches before arriving at a large building, the school. I looked up towards the American and North Carolina flags before saying a prayer of good fortune and walking through the wide metal doors.
Inside the school, we were herded into the gym like a bunch of sheep for the morning meeting. I saw some familiar faces there, like my friend since elementary school, Jessica. You'd be surprised to know just how quickly people change, even during school. She was someone that I had always liked. Jessie, as we called her, was always the one to make you laugh when you were sad and make you smile the rest of the day. She had always been a good friend to me. I also spotted some people who were more than undesirable, school bullies. Lloyd McFarlane was one of the most mean people you'd ever meet. He wasn't only the king of tongue sword charisma, but also the emperor of the gridiron, He was one of the best quarterbacks in the state, throwing at least two touchdowns a game, He'd given us three state titles since he first started playing our freshman after transferring from somewhere in Tennessee. I look around the room seeing other people, such as teachers and the principal. All of a sudden, I look back to a voice, "Hey!" they exclaimed. I looked back and saw a girl with long wavy red hair and green eyes and pearly white teeth. "Hey," I silently responded back, kond of surprised at the sudden sight of the stranger. Her and I talked for a while about the school, as she was new, and I asked her, "What's your name by the way? My names Tyler." She respoded with, "Wendy," a name that reminds me ironically of the old Peter Pan story we read back in English class a few years ago. "Well, it's good to meet you," I said and she returned the pleasentry. I looked slightly over her shoulder to see the cold snake-like eyes of Lloyd staring down at us.
It turned out that Wendy and I had plenty of classes together, even our lunch period. We'd talk when ever we had the free time about many things. We talked about her old hometown to the south, we talked about music, and we talked about our least favorite teachers. We slowly found ourselves becoming friends over the first week of school. One day, I asked her if I could have her phone number so we could text eachother. She smiled and gladly gave it out. I was kind of schocked as to how easy it was to get here to just hand it over, but I was also glad that she didn't reject me. We found ourselves texting over the course of month. I discovered several things about her such as her favorite bands and hobbies. Wendy loved the Divergent series of books and Panic! at the Disco. I never had really heard of them before, but I heard an ad on the radio saying they'd becoming to Raleigh in the coming months, just a few miles away. I decided to take of the money I'd earned from helping my father with the goats and corn and some other work I did for peopke to purchase two tickets to the concert. I asked my dad if it was okay, and he smiled at me, "That's exactly how I met your mother. We went to a Michael Jackson concert back in the '80s." My mother came in there to where we were and she talked about the woundedful time they had there and she even showed me the ticket stub she kept from that night. I eagerly went to Wendy the next day of school and handed her the ticket. She was so excited, she jumped up and hugged me. I was smiling brightly, starting to develop feelings for such an energtic girl. Maybe she was the one for me.
We walked out the arena with the sound of the music still blaring in our ears. She quickly turned to me and asked me the sudden question, "Tyler, do you like me?" I blushed and my eyes gaped before saying quietly, "I do." She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek as I kissed back. We waited there waiting for my father to come and pick us up in his car. I felt like I'd just won the Olympics for the rest of the night. I was so excited. I told my father after dropping her off at here house about it and he too was proud, yet slightly weary that the relationship had sprouted so quick. I shrugged it off and went upstairs. We texted one another all night texting, "I love you," back and fourth like it was the only phrase in the English language.
In the coming weeks of school, we found ourselves holding hands while walking to our next class and delivering quick kisses to one another's cheeks. I noticed that other students began to take notice of us, but one stare that kept gazing at us was that of Lloyd. It was slightly unsettling, but it never kept us a part. We flourished in our relationship, in and out of school. I found myself what I thought to have been the perfect one. As time went on though, I found us both to be rather distant. I found her to be slowly pulling away from our relationship. When I'd try to text her, she'd tell me there would be something that needed to be done, as if she was avoiding me. In school, she hesitated to talk to me and even hold my hand in the long coradores of the high school. I suddenly started to worry about the health of the relationship. I'd ask her if she was all right, only to the answer, "I'm fine." One day, I went down the hallway to her locker where we'd normally meet, I stood with awe, almost screaming. Lloyd and her before me, kissing eachother. I found myself clutching my fists and tears filling up my eyes. I felt broken inside. I later went to Lloyd knowing that he was the toughest guy in school. I didn't care, he stole my girl from me. "She's my girl now and you, little punk, aren't going to stop me!" he said as he raised his fist in the air and throwing at me. He hit me hard in the nose, causing it to bleed and walked away. I sat there in the hallway, gripping my nose and crying as the blood dripped from my nose.
I found myself feeling anxious and heartbroken all day for the next month. I fel like the world itself had ended. Wendy was my life and I grew to become extremely depndent on her. My mother and father were afraid of my mental health as I was having derranged outbursts of anger. Even at school, I was unstable. I punched my locker and dented it with my fist alone, leaving my knucked blood-coated and fractured. I even drug the blade of my sharp pocket knife along my wrist, leeching the blood from my very vains as tears drained from my sorrowful eyes. I went to a therapist and I was diagnosed as depression. They talked to me, but nothing ever worked. They gave me medication, but it to never worked. I began to have nightmares from Hell become a part of my mightly routine. I saw visions of her, who I thought loved and Lloyd. I saw visions of blood and strange shadow figures. I saw the goats out in the field one time with eyes filled of blood. I saw nothing but my own sorrow. I grew to hate everyone, My heart raced every time I was around anyone. My heart had exploded with hatred and envy. I became obsessive over the girl stole from me. The only way I could even somewhat calm myself was going out into the field and spending time with the caprines. At least goats couldn't break your heart or tell you you're worthless. They were the only ones who even seemed to care about me, and all they ever done was eat grass and make the typical bleating sound. I looked up towards the sky one cool March day and saw the sky turn black as night, just like my emotions. The sun was now black and eclipsed. It's warmth and light was gone, just like my love. I layed there, sulking in my heavy emotions.
With my heart now empty and the sun vanished, I comtinued to lay there in the field. I felt a sudden piercing sensation. A pulse of pain shot upwards through my arm. It felt worse than the cutting I had done or anything else. I yelled loudly and it startled the goats away from me. The piercing pain was sharp and it felt like it was shooting throughout me every few seconds. I looked over at my arm skaring and saw a river of blood flow rapidly from two holes in my arm. From that hole arose two sets of blood-coated teeth from a large grey rodent, a rat. The rat stared into my eyes as it sank it's sharp teeth even further into my bleeding flesh. I passed out and the last thing I saw was a rat staring coldly into my eyes as if it too felt the emotions I did toward my former lover.
I awoke from my unconsciousness on the cold grass, blood still oozing from the gaping bite wood of the grey rodent. The grass near me had turned red from the blood that cloaked it in a crimson shroud. The sky above was still dark and gloomy and the sun still gone from sight, such were the emotions felt deep down in the bosom of my wrecked heart. All of a sudden, a loud and high-pitched screech echoed through my ears. I felt a sharp pain in my head like no other migrane felt before. My muscles tensed and then began to shake. My mouth began to foam like that of a rabbid dog as I attempted to bite my own tongue. I suddenly noticed the growth of grey fur on my arms and then my neck, and at last, my entire body. My teeth had morphed into a much sharper blade, the tips of which were like a sword. During this all, I could feel the gruesome pain of my bones shattering within me and somehow reforming to a more rat-like physique. I had grown claws where my finger nails once were and a tail out of where my spine had met my hip bones. Even my ears had no converted to that which was the likes of a rodent. I stood up slowly in this new form, my heart heavy still with the hatred of what was love, a void created from what was wholesome, a meteorite that struck me down. I saw between my now elongated nose long whiskers. I looked towards the goats in the ever-rolling green field and screetched loudly. Something that sounds rather ridiculous but yet frightening at the same time. I lunged towards one rapidly, like a cheetah on a young gazelle. I used my left claw to drive deep into the spine of the innocent caprine. I jerked out the spine with great might, and held it there in my hand, fluid still dripping from it slowly. I clutched my teeth around its head and slowly tore it from its neck. With it, came the throad and all other organs, blood now leaking all over the green plain in which I was. I bit out the brain after craking the skull with my hands and squaeled loudly, drinking the brain fluid that dripped from it, like rain off a leaf. Within another momment, I snapped my head towards city and
ran towards the house of my former beloved.
Sprinting on all fours through the fields of my community, I came to the house of Wendy, my former lover. I peered ever so carefully through her window to see just what she was up to. She was on her bed reading, of course, such an oppertunity I had to take advantage of. I leaped up on to the shingles of her tiny one story house, and scratched slowly across the tiles of her roof. I scratched like any ordinary rat would before intruding through the wall, only this time, I was going through the roof. Seeing no apparent progress on my keen invasion, I began to scratch deeper into the cieling until I finally cut it. I now scratched frantically and broke through the roof, falling surrounded by splinters of wood and clouds of dust. I fell through on to the bed in which my ex-lever read. I once more screetched loudly, my eyes read and gaping at her before clawing into her chest. She yelled loudly for help, but her parents were absent from the house. I ignored her screams and even her efforts to overwhelm me, for I was much stronger. I tore through her chest, her clothes torn and her body covered in scratches. She screamed horrifically as I ripped her sternum from her chest before delivering one final coupe de grâce. I swiftly reached out my sharp rodent claws towards her heart and stabbed it. I leaned into her as she cried blood and tears, still screaming, and rested my head over her shoulders. I squeeled into her ears as if to say, "I love you." I waited as now she was panting, about to exhale her final breath before ripping her heart from her chest. I held it there in the air, as it still beated for just a momment, before it's final beat of life. I leaned in, and softly kissed her dead corpse before leaving the house.
After the killing of who once loved me, I ran into the city through allies and coradores before arriving at a manhole cover. I opened the seal and climbed down into the underbelly of my town's sewage system. I sat there, with my legs bent up towards my chest and looking up at what was my world and my love. The last bit of love drained from my aching heart, and I felt dark and empty. I cried silently to myself in the dark tunnel. I heard the sound of water and smelled the bitter aroma of waste, but even that didn't bother me. The only thing I could focus on was the loneliness I felt. I reached down and chained my hands together and hugged my legs even closer to me. I slowly looked down, and saw a rat next to me, staring me in the eye as the one did in the field. I reached down and lifted it from the ground. I puckered my lips otward and kissed it gently, just like I did Wendy, and held it close. I was no longer a human. I was just a lonesome rodent. I had no where to go and no where to be, I just sat in the seewer alone, and eat trash just as rats do. I don't know if it's my version of Hell, or my oasis from people's lies. People tell eachother they love one another, but very few mean it. Without love, there is hate. Love is a work of fiction and soemthing that no on can really produce. If love is true, there would be no cheating, break-ups, or lovers betraying eachother. Likewise, there would be loneliness and no emotional sorrow. I feel so alone inside. To this day, I still love down here below. in the deeo and dark tunnels underneath the city. It's how life really is, absent of true love. I'm just a rat, and at least they love me, for I am one of hate and loneliness.
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