My Life Twisted (Ben Drowned/Jeff the Killer Triangle Love Story)

Happy Birthday?

Aiden P.O.V

                Beep. Beep. Beep. I groan into my pillow, hearing my alarm go off signaling that it was time to get up.

                “Turn your fucking alarm off!” I hear my dad yell from downstairs. Guess he’s up, I think to myself. I get out of my bed, walk over to my desk, and turn off my alarm. I think I’ll take a shower since I have enough time, I think. I head over to my bathroom and start the water for the shower. I take my pajamas off and step into the running water. I suddenly feel the warmth against my skin turn icy cold. I gasp and immediately turn off the water. Bet he took a super long shower just so I wouldn’t be able to take one, I assume. I step out shivering, and rap my body up with a towel.  I lift my head, and meeting my own gaze in the mirror, say to myself, Happy Birthday.  I turn 17 today. Only a year left until I get out of this prison, I think. I always feel depressed about my birthday because I’ve never had a good one. Either it’s greeted with loneliness or punishment from my dad for ever being born.  I head back to my room and go to my wardrobe, to pick out an outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/outfit/set?id=104114558

I walk to my full-bodied mirror in my room and think to myself, Looks good enough. I go back to my desk and collect the homework that I “finished” the night before and stuff it into my backpack. I glace at my clock and notice that it was only 6:10.   

                “The bus comes at 6:45, so I have enough time to do something,” I suggest to myself out loud. I scan my desk looking for something to do, and my eyes come across the game Majora’s Mask. I was so excited when I came across this game. I had almost all the Legend of Zelda games except Majora’s Mask. It’s very hard to find these day.

                “I can at least get through the introduction,” I say. I pick up the game and smile as I remember how I got it. I have almost all the Legend of Zelda games except Majora’s Mask. It was really hard to come by, I think, picking up the game and recalling the trouble I went through just to get it. It was back in early August when school was about to begin, and one of our neighbors was moving out and having a garage sale to get rid of the stuff they didn’t need. So I head over and see that that they have a huge selection of video games. I run over to the crates and start to rummage for any games that I could play. Suddenly, my hands come across a dusty game case. I pick it up and brush it off. My eyes widen and say out loud to myself, “No way! It’s Majora’s Mask! It’s like the only Legend of Zelda game I don’t have!” I run up to my neighbors and ask them excitedly, “May I have this game?!” I show them the game, and their eyes widen in surprise. All of sudden, their happy expressions turn into sad ones. They look up at me and say, “You can have it for free. We don’t want it anymore.” They hand it back to me, and walk away. I turn around and start to walk away with my new game in my hands. Then, from a distance, I hear one of them whisper, “Goodbye, Ben.” I turn around, wondering what they were talking about, but when no one makes an attempt to explain, I just shrug and head home. Once I get home, I put the game on my desk, waiting for time to play it. That time never came.

But, now I do, well at least enough time to play through the introduction. I walk over to my Nintendo 64 to put the game into the console. As I am putting the cartridge in, I hear my dad yell from downstairs, “Get your ass down here NOW!” Great, I think. I pull the game out of my N64 and put it back on my desk. I walk out of my room and head downstairs. As I make it to the first floor, I instantly get punched in the face and fall to the ground. I look up and see my father standing over me. I reach up to touch the place where I was struck and wince in pain.

                “What the hell! Why did you do that?” I scream at him.

                “I did it to punish you!” He yells back at me.

                “Punish me? For what?” I ask him in frustration.

                “For what?” he mimics me. “It’s because you took some of my beer I bought last night!”

                “No I didn’t! I don’t even like it plus I’m too young to have it any way!” I reply.

                “Liar!” he yells at me. He kicks me in the stomach, causing me to slide and hit the wall. I groan as a sharp pain flows throughout my body.

                “I didn’t I swear,” I plead. He starts to walk towards me. I look at him with pity, but he slaps me.

                “Give me the money!” he demands.

                “Why? You have your own!”  I yell at him.

                “Because you owe me for the beer you took!”

                “No, I don’t!” He starts kicking me repeatedly while saying, “Stop being smartelic and give me the money!”

                “No!” I yell. He pulls back to punch me, but something suddenly comes over me.  I make my dad fly across the room and crash into the dinner table without lifting a finger. He looks up at me with anger and starts to run at me. I get up with my best effort and start to run up the stairs. I thankfully make it to my room and lock my door. I hear constant, loud knocking on the other side.

                “Open the door now, you bitch!” my dad yells. I quickly look around to see if I could escape. My eyes fall upon the window. I quickly grab my backpack, and jerk the window open. I crawl through the small opening and slam it shut. I look back in at my room right as the door flies open. I see my dad looking for me. His attention comes to the window with me on the other side. I start to climb down a tree next to my window as quickly as possible. I get down the tree safely and start making my way towards my bus stop. I glance back behind me and see my dad open the window and yell at me, “You’re going to get it when you get home!” I groan as I realize I don’t have anywhere else to go. I hang my head in defeat. I walk over to a car window to see my reflection. What I see is not me. I blink my eyes rapidly to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating, but it was real; my hair was black and I had piercing red eyes. I look closer to observe my new features. But soon my hair and eyes start to alter back to normal. I back always from the car and ask myself, “What am I?” I then think back when dad was hitting me, and all of a sudden I was able to make my dad fly into the dinner table without physically touching him. “How was I able to do that?” I ask myself. As I ponder that previous thought, I begin to coughing really badly. I fall to the ground still coughing.

                “Looks like my allergies are kicking in, “I say with a sigh. I stand up still coughing, but lightly. I continue my walk to the bus stop. I whisper to myself, “Don’t worry. You’re fine. It was a coincidence. I’m normal.” I arrive at the bus stop and wait for the bus. 15 minutes later, it appears, and I step in. I head towards the back and sit by myself. Another “great” day of school awaits, I think. I wait to arrive at school for another boring day.