Tales of the Elmnigh

Tales of the Elmnigh: Chapter 1

I woke up, well I at least opened my eyes to see that I wasn't in my usual spot, the bed. I mean nothing unusual I thought. Right? It's just seemed rather odd. Aside from the fact that I was in a dark room and the only light supporting the illumination was flickering over my head. I sat in a chair, that was it. I didn't understand why I was planted there and where I even was. But for a moment in time, I accepted it. I wasn't sure if I was even real. "Where am I? What's the point of all this??" I'd ask myself aloud as if someone were lurking through the darkness. The silence slowly became louder than my thoughts. A cold sweat broke down throughout my shivering excuse for a body. But the drops of my sweat didn't go down, it was as if gravity were talking a cheat day. I watched as a rain of sweat conjured from my confused body fell into the abyss of darkness. I made a stolid attempt to move but I'd be planted down on that smelly distorted chair..At this point the silence consumed me, or so I thought as I'd ever let some stupid dream scare factor beat me. I made drastic attempts at getting out of this bullshit. I screamed I kicked until I realized I never actually tried to stand. Which well also didn't work. My friendship with the silence was an unbreakable bond I thought. Until like the song of God's fathomed angel, a voice erupted from the darkness "Could you shut your damn alarm off, for Christ sakes" the second I heard that voice I fell, the chair's grasp let go propelling me into the darkness as well.
I quickly opened my turtle eyes...wrinkled and weak, I rubbed them to gain my full sight of where I was. Glancing over at my room, "Bed, annoying brother, school stuff, unfinished homework." I sighed in relief mumbling under my pattered breath "Just a dream Blight..phew" It took be about 30 more seconds before I realized Glen was still looking over me like a dismembered owl. "How in God's name do you not know by now that when the alarm rings you shut that shit up." Glen screamed in my ear, yelping like a petty dog. I nodded hugging him without an explanation and getting out of bed. "Lately I've been having this nightmares, but I haven't been able to define them. It's like they pull me in and I lose my control" I'd say cleaning my room like I always did first thing in the morning. Glen scoffed at my comment "Maybe just don't go to sleep Blight? Because I'd like to not be woken up at 6 am for your stupid early ass runs." Glen walked towards the door slamming it as hard as he could to startle me. But I was just confused, I thought he'd actually care about my issues...
After Glen made his hissy fit, I finally got a good understanding of the situation. Glen is my older brother, aka the ass hat of the century. If you were to compare me and Glen side by side you'd probably say I'm much more handsome. Yea, I wouldn't have been surprised. Me and him were alike sept for the fact that I was magically more attractive. But let's not worry about my great feats. Glen is a jerk to most people, but a real saint to the people he actually cared about. Even though I loath his very existence with 90% of my heart, there's 10% that makes him my brother. Glen has a nack for football while I keep to myself playing for Cross Country. He gets angry with me if I don't hit my alarm since it's early as hecko eggos. So I can't exactly blame him, but at the same time I couldn't say sorry.
I lifted my spirits up, trying to forget Glen's "jackassery" I'd stare at myself in the mirror. "Blight..Blight is me, yea yea ok. I'm not in some dark room, I am in my room. This is my normal." I would repeat to myself, even though it sounded crazy I needed to hear myself think. "Blight Doth Smith, was who I am. I enjoy the colors green, purple, and blue and I liked girls similarly to the majority of straight males. I go to school at Floret High and I'm just a totally normal 16 year old." I'd let out a sigh of solace as I wore my normal brown jacket, and jogging shorts. Before even leaving my house I stretched my abnormally normal body around the living room, almost falling face first onto the floor which would have not only woken up my brother, but my whole family. I decide to half toast some bread and dash out of that joint.
The day was bright. Bright and full of drastic hope. Usually in the mornings, it'd be a bit foggy. But today was clear, a nice Summer morning with nothing to really worry about. Right in the heart of Virginia is where me and my family lived. Where I grew up and prospered. And how Glen became a loser. All in this little town of "Grimsby". As I jogged I felt the morning dew run along my face, reminding me of the upside down sweat in my night mare. This fact startled me a bit, but I continued to concentrate on my run. "Keep my mind off of it" I blathered under my hollowed breath. So I decided to think about other things. Like what to do for my Summer, which was nothing. Pretty simple but I personally thought it was exciting. I took a step, then a step, and another. Till I was on the ground, but not by exhaustion, but because I fell over a rock. I clenched my pain to cradle the pain, knowing deep down that shit never works. My shin bleed, I could move, but it'd bring quick shots of pain through my splintered body. I looked around my area, I wasn't anywhere near home, but I was in a place much much much much more dangerous then some loser house of 4. I, Blight Doth Smith, have stepped into the realm of the deep end. Or in other cases, I was in the driveway of the feared Local Crack House. What highschoolers would call a clubhouse or hangout. I never wanted to actually be here though, it always smells like earth took its own shit and never flushed. Sometimes a rapid hobo would invest the house. Lastly there weren't much clean furniture sept for King Vince.

End of Chapter 1

(P.S. sorry for the weird read, of present past or future while writing in first person, from now on dialogue will be present writing while anything else is past)