ALL BAD ✔️

•The Blackouts•

One afternoon when I was about 10 years old, I sat down at the kitchen table. I had just gotten home from school.
"Hey hun," Patricia said. I called her Mom then, but I don't refer to her that way anymore. "Are you still having those visions?"
I didn't answer. Instead, I looked down at my coloring book and started coloring Ariel. William walked into the room and gave me that knowing look.
He turned around and bumped her in the arm with his elbow. "Don't give her such a hard time about it."
"I'm not," she said.
He came up behind me and started tickling me. "So, you make any new friends lately?" he asked.
I shook my head. He looked sad, so I said, "I don't need no friends, Daddy. I got you and Mom."
They went into the other room to watch TV. They turned on the television. "I had the craziest dream last night," Patricia said. "I came down stairs because I heard a loud noise. Then, I saw Phoenix flailing her arms, just missing some of the really expensive china I have in the cabinet. She broke my vase I made out of clay. She had horns and her face was like really, really red. When she noticed me, she lifted up her hand up and it felt as if her hand was around my neck, choking me. She lifted me up into the air and looked at me with the most sinister look. Then, it felt like she was sucking my soul out of me or something. She stopped when she heard a noise outside."
"That's like sci-fi crap," William responded. "I think you've been watching too much TV lately." Patricia elbowed him in the gut.
"Well, it's true," he said chuckling. Patricia looked over towards where her vase was. It wasn't there.
"That's peculiar," she said, getting up and going into the kitchen. The vase was lying on the ground, shattered. William and Patricia looked at each other. They, of course, thought that that was a weird coincidence that time, but this was the first of many "sleepwalking" episodes I would have. They soon found out that it wasn't just a dream. I started doing more than just breaking things around the house. I started to wreak havoc on other people's lives. I caused major car accidents and broke into people's homes and picked them up off the ground, choking them, like I did with Patricia. I killed some of them. I didn't remember any of these until I accepted who I really was.
Seeing this, my parents didn't know what do. I was killing numerous amounts of people. They decided to tell others to get me help, but no one believed them. I didn't believe them either, because I had no memory of any of these episodes. Everyone thought they were crazy, so they decided there was only one way to stop me.
They killed me.