𝓑𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓴𝓮𝓽 || 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Zemblanity

I found myself walking to the top balcony of the hospital. Taking step after step. life seemed so fragile with the thoughts in mind. All it took was a little click in my mind to release everything. Anger, sadness, oppression and depression.

I reached the rusted, metal door and punched it open with both hands. I'd quit eating so I'd been week. I stood their as the metal door made a loud bang as it shut. Cold air engulfed me. I heard the sounds of the town around me. I saw a small aqua green bench.

Sitting down I decided to just think. I wouldn't want to end my life today so I thought. You see thinking is very bad for me. It makes me sick. Almost like I'm allergic to thinking.

Thinking makes me remember all the horrible things in my life. Horrible things that make me sick. I've been cursed with this bad luck for a long long time.

As I sat their I remembered a time in my life. The sounds of water, the sounds of tall grass swaying in the summer breeze. I remembered things very peaceful and then...almost like a ghost they all went away. It was like zemblanity. It took over me like a black bubble.

I found myself shutting everything around me out and Focusing on this memory. It had been a while since I had remembered this memory. As it played in front on my eyes like a projected movie I felt tears running down my face.

They ran down my face, each one racing to fall on my blank hospital gown, making it turn a light grey color when wet.

It was strictly because he was mad, and lonely. I was the only one around he could release his anger on. After he had been caught a couple of times he became even angrier and eventually was driven mad. It was as if he became intoxicated with hatred for everyone...even his own daughter.

I think he had forgotten his role, and who he was. A living vessel is all he was during the day. His bright green eyes were soulless and his cries were soundless. It was like I was def, but the problem wasn't me.

My mom has been thrown in prison for trying to kill an "infant" (infant body doesn't match the soul) and was...sentenced to death. The day of the sentence my father had decided it was basically mandatory for us to go...watch..my mothers death.

As she sat in the wooden chair with metal hooks wrapped around her limbs. "Have you any last words" a tall prison guard had said. His body was directly in the middle of the isle and his back facing the "audience".

My mom nodded slightly. A few years fell in the room. She looked at me and said in a silent shaky voice. "I'm so sorry". Her face was becoming red and her eyes watery. She dropped her head and sobbed.

Another prison guard bent down to the bucket filled with water and soaked a sponge in it. They placed a clothed mask around my moms head the places the sponge on top. They the strapped a metal peace of equipment on top of her head. The prison guard in the isle started talking again. "(Your moms name) (your last name), you sentenced to death for attempted merder of an infant. An electric circuit will flow through your body until you are dead. May God have mercy on your soul"

The second hand on the clock struck 12:00. "Role on two!" The guard said and a loud bang was heard from another room. My mouth hung open as tears fell from my eyes. Watching my mother be electrocuted to death was hard.

After that day my dad made regular trips to my room at night. Fulfilling his..wants. He became a viscous man. He started doing drugs and even killed. One of the last times I remember seeing him was with the very dark color of blood on his hands.

He had ran in the house and told me to guard the door. Yelling at me from every corner and angle. "(Y/n) it's the police! They've come for daddy now be a good girl and watch the door for me ok?!" He said with pure madness in his eyes. I nodded at his instructions and stood by the door. Though being as little as I was I thought he had meant to just simply watch the door.

Three police men came barging in and a fourth one came and picked me up. He carried me out of the house and into the back of a police car. Screaming and kicking and fighting he shoved me I to the car.

I don't know anything else that happened to my father other than he got put in prison. You see..my family we're partners in crime. My mom was a good person but she stole a lot and that's how she met my dad.

Our family is cured with the cure of bad luck and a bad life. I'm the last one...and I'll probably end up dying in the electric chair like them someday. It's just fate...