Everyday felt like a nightmare I couldn't wake up from, it was a slow and prolonged torture. I waited for the moment I'd wake up, my Grandmother would be by my bedside and she'll soothe me. It was just a bad dream, I had hoped for that much but this was reality. Or maybe I had just gone to the edge of my insanity. School was different with Dudley, although we weren't friends and we barely spoke to each other. The time outside of school, running the streets and working together got us a little closer. It was a completely different vibe after he died, some people hung their heads still and some still cried.
They didn't know him, he was always goofy and playful at school. But outside, all those nights on the block and running around, I realized he was hollow.
People cried for a boy they barely knew, I found myself looking for him in gym on the basketball court but he wasn't there. I couldn't deny that there was an emptiness hanging over the school. Except for a group of six boys, standing in the bleachers with smirks on their faces. I glared at them, tossing the ball as I approached them and the tallest boy stepped down, "What's up nigga?". "What's funny?" I countered, glaring at him, "You keep looking at me and laughing". He laughed as he looked back at his roadies whom laughed with him, "This nigga bro". I couldn't call it courage, I wasn't cocky and I didn't think I could beat him up.
I had become the one person I never thought I'd be, I just didn't care anymore so I was going wild inside. The demons were consuming me and I didn't know how to stop it.
"You better run to yo little girlfriend, punk" He scoffed, his eyes dark and empty, "You don't want problems with us...your boy found that out". His eyes were emotionless and cold, the eyes of death himself. I should've backed down but we were locked in a showdown, the whistle blowing broke it and I backed away. Something was breaking inside me, I couldn't hold on to the strings of myself anymore and I could feel myself slipped.
The howling of the demons at the bottom of the dark pit below me and I was falling slowly.
It was the rule, at least that's what Dudley told me when he got me in. "It's just how it goes, if they take one of mine then I take one of theirs". A vicious cycle, I didn't want any part of it because as much as I hated living. I was still terrified of dying, I wonder did Dudley get scared when he realized his was dying or maybe it just happened in a flash. I wondered what kind of life was this, Dudley always talked about owning a kingdom but I never seen a castle. It was just daydream talk, escaping in the thoughts trying to ignore the predators of the night.
We were animals.
It was impossible to avoid because it was a silent pact made when you take in the lifestyle. The type of life expected from nothing ass people like me with ambition and determination. I've been beaten down, my heart didn't even beat the same anymore and everything started to look different. I could tell that the boy I use to be was slowly disappearing, I wasn't sure if that was good or not. It didn't make me want to live anymore though, I still felt the same about my life like I did before. I guess I just looked at things a little differently, it's hard to say what I saw because everything started to morph and mutate beyond recognition.
What kind of kingdom was this?
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Dreamland Dimensions
RandomQuinton J. Watson use to be a dreamer before his grandmother passed away and he was left in the custody of his estranged mother. He's always had an infatuation with the night sky, using it to escape the nightmare he felt his life was becoming. As he...
