The storm subsided inside of me, but my inner rage lingered longer than I wanted it to. As the rain fell on my skin, the steam rushing through the air as the porcelain case that help me began to sizzle. A figure emerged, slowly rising up from a puddle on the ground, revealing a muscled figure, masked by long black hair, and an outfit that screamed danger.
"Don't you miss me? Of course you don't!" He barked at me, still seeming to be composed and stable. "You don't seem to regret getting rid of me... I loved you, put all of my time into making you someone better, to make you strong," he snickered and raised his head, showing more of his face to me, "but it was always impossible, you never were going to be like me, would always be the weak little puppydog you were destined to be."
Tears streamed down my face as the memories came rushing back to me, my mind unable to deal with it at this point I began to shout, "Get away from me, you are nothing but inhuman, you treated me like crap and I can never forgive you, I can never get my innocence back and what I may have felt for you once non-existent! GO TO HELL!" Breath flew from my lungs as I began shaking, heart pounding to the beat of music in the distance.
Slowly, very slowly he began to move towards me, blood beginning to fall from his eyes, sobs emerging from him. Inch by inch we both moved, him towards me and me away from him. I moved so far back that I was now back to back with a wall, cornered and confused. Why was he back? What was even happening? He was right in front of me, in arms reach, and as he began to grab me he said something else, "Wake up, Justin, wake up, it's just a bad dream!"
And then everything went black.
Fluttering... everything came back into view and I found I was in a bed, my bed.
"Justin, WAKE UP!"
I looked up and found that my mother was in the room, shaking me rapidly wide eyed. I shot up and began to gasp for air, finding that I had stopped breathing during my sleep.
My mind was racing, what had happened? I did not understand, nor did I want to, it was all too much for me. "It's okay, moms here, you don't have to worry one bit," she looked like she had been crying profusely, "don't you be afraid, I'm here." She was talking as though I was the one who needed calming down, but really it was her that needed to be calmed, she just didn't want to admit to something as ridiculous as that.
"Mom, I'm fine, calm down." With those words she shut up, her eyes shot open wide and she began to smile, partially out of happiness but also from mere confusion.
Oh, I forgot to tell you, I haven't spoken a word in almost a year after I experienced something people claimed was traumatic. Now, I honestly don't believe them because, I clearly do not remember anything happening in those months, I woke up, went to sleep, same routine almost everyday.
Almost. Apparently the time that I don't remember was when it happened, nobody knows exactly what happened, only because I don't remember, but I do get flashes in my dreams, a long haired muscular man, always putting me down, making me feel lesser than anyone that has ever lived. Who he is, I do not know, what happened, I do not want to remember.
Back to my life, I am 17, I live in a small town in Wisconsin, Aveneg Lake.
Throughout my life I've lived in a few different places for long duration, moving every so often when circumstances changed, such as the recent move after the incident. I go to Aveneg High School, I'm a Junior, I have two siblings, one older sister named Jess (23), and one younger brother named Dev (15). Jess is in college and Dev is going to be a freshman next school year.
Well this is my life, and you get front row seats.
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Sorry this is so short my schedule is twisted so I hope to get a lot more out!!!!
ENJOY
-Justin
