The Man

Help...

All I hear is laughing. All I see is him. I see him almost everywhere I go. "WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME!?!" I say while I am curled up into a ball. He never answers. He never fucking listens to me. He never fucking stops. The last time this happened, the neighbor came by. I always noticed that he disappears whenever someone comes by. I look up at my window and... He's not there anymore. 'Shit' I think when I hear a knock on the door. I answer the door and am barraged with anxious questions. "Are you okay?" "What happened this time?" She asks. "Everything is okay ma'am." She nods but has the face of disbelief and walks away. I go back inside, and he's there again. He is always there, I don't know why I didn't suspect this. I look in the mirror and I see "Him," mocking me and always laughing never talking just laughing. Suddenly, I feel something come over me. Like a tsunami of emotion, all I feel is anger and the need to destroy him. I go into my bedroom and grab a baseball bat I used when I used to play. I go back to the mirror and I see him still laughing like he doesn't see the bat in my hands. I pick the bat up and swing it. Glass goes everywhere and hits my arms. I feel nothing, I go to everything with a reflective surface and destroy them too. The next thing I remember is that I am in the middle of the living room with glass all over me. There is glass and blood everywhere, and I still hear him laughing but I can't see him. "WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING!?!" I start bawling. All I hear is a siren now and... The laughing has gone away. 'FUCK, NOW THEY'RE GOING TO THINK I KILLED SOMEONE' I hear a huge crash and a single officer runs in with his gun pointed at me. 'Why would they only send in one officer?' I think. "PUT YOUR HANDS UP!" He says while he is standing in front of me. Now, all I hear is laughing again. Then I look up and see the man, on the police officers face. I felt as if something else was controlling me and I swung the bat and hit the officer. I bludgeon the officer with the bat, and the only thing that stopped me was that I didn't hear laughing anymore. Like he disappeared. 'Oh god, what have I done?' "FUCK." 'I need to pay for what I have done.' I pick up the officers gun and aim it at my head. Then, the laughing comes back as soon as it is up to my head. "SHUT THE FUCK UP." While saying that, I put pressure on the trigger. It fired, and I was dead. All of the laughing was finally gone. I was in peace, for once in my whole life, I felt....   Happy...

                                                     I'm sorry that I couldn't make it through Mom.

                                                                                                                                            Love,

                                                                                                                                             Matthew. Your son...