It is dark and dismal. I'm running, I can't remember why but from the amount of adrenaline rushing through me I know I mustn’t stop. My surroundings are dark like the atmosphere and I don't need to look around the cracked sidewalks or abandoned factories to feel the depressing vibes this place gave off.
I stop running to catch my breathe, I feel as I shouldn't but I do. I sit on the sidewalk and close my eyes. I focus on breathing. I must have been running for a while but I still do not remember why. A noise startles me and I quickly get back on my feet. There are foolish people standing near me. They're twisting and turning, as if they are dancing a confusing version of the Conga. They hold signs and yell words I can't quite catch. It's a protest. But what for? And I start towards the crowd. As I get closer the people notice me and glare. “Into the Midreth County Hospital you go!” I hear somebody scream from inside the crowd. That's not right, the hospital doesn't look like this.... but sure enough when I look up there's a big ass sign and scrawled across it in messy print is ' MIDRETH COUNTY HOSPITAL'
At the door the handle won't budge and the crowd is advancing. Why would they be angry at me?
And I get more desperate as the protesters are close enough to touch. And right as one grabs for me the handle groans and turns right. I slam the door behind me.
My breathe is taken away. The supposed hospital has arches covered in gold, Pews with velvet cushions, and the smell of a wood cabin not cleaning supplies. Church..... I haven't been in awhile. I drift down the isle, remembering a time when I was a churchgoer. The fond memories stop when I see a young girl weeping at the altar. She is unkempt and tears have made the makeup she was wearing run down her face. The dress she wears is tattered and worn at the knees and I see why, She is kneeling on the wooden floor.
I walk closer because I feel the need to comfort this strange girl. “Whats wrong Ma'am?” I ask and kneel down next to her. Silence is all I hear. We are next to each other in front of the Altar and we sit in silence. She suddenly turns to me and I can feel her eyes staring at me. “You let it all go.” She said accusingly. I looked back at her now and we faced each other. “Excuse me?” I ask. And now she is angry. “You let it all go.” She said once again but this time adding emphasis to each word. And before I can ask her what she is talking about she sings with a queer smile on her face, “You let her go. You let it all go. All of its gone now. Byebye. No more. You let her go. You didn't think twice, you let it all go.”
“wait! I don't under-” She intterupts me by slapping me across the face. “You let us go” She whispered sadly.
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All of the sudden my eyes snapped open from my restless sleep. The sun too bright and it makes me squint. I glanced at the alarm clock to find it was lying on the floor unplugged. “hmm” Ryn mustv'e knocked it over. “OH SH*T!” I exclaimed, I had a job to go to and I was most likely very, very late. I was hired two days ago and was probably going to get fired before the week was over. I'm such a dumb ass...
My name is Canton James. I quit school and at that moment I had a dead end job in Food Lion. I dabbled In selling drugs just because being a cashier I was not exactly raking in the cash. Somebody has to pay the bills and since no one else has stepped up to the plate that person is me.
I live with an idiot who is also known as my mother. And I guess I should feel bad for not respecting her as a son should , but considering how I take care of her so much she might as well be a needy child, I just don't. And other than having to take care of my mom I must also take care of my half sister Ryn. Ryn and I are both fatherless. Her's died of cancer about five years ago and mine ran out on my mom and I when I was seven months old. Neither of us have heard from him or had any communication since with him since. My mother tells me tales of how he was deluded, confused, strange, and undeniably evil. She said he became weary of his newborn son, and that he could sense evil in my eyes, and was always muttering 'He will bring no good in to this world...' I guess he was right. But those two, my mother and father, both were crazy as fuck and I think that they must have been the craziest and most dysfunctional couple.
