by Emily Keburis
- 2 pages
“Get rid of her Justin, it’s your only way out! Otherwise you might get caught, and we can’t let that happen, now can we?” said Daria. At that everybody started talking at once and I couldn’t hear what any one of them was saying. Then suddenly they were all gone. Sometimes, as quickly as they appear, they also vanish. I was once again left alone in my room, contemplating what to do about the situation.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t hear the voices. But I know that at first there was only one or two, but there gradually came to be more and more of them. They all had different personalities and were easily distinguishable from each other. Although I was very troubled by this at first, I quickly got used to these “people” and adapted to having them around all the time. Since I didn’t have any actual friends, at least I could share my life with them. It had never crossed my mind to tell anyone about them because I knew they wouldn’t understand. Nobody understands me.
Some people think I am weird, and others are just afraid of me. Most people are scared off by my appearance and all of my piercings and tattoos. Paul was the one who told me to get them so that I could show the world how different I was from them. I guess it worked.
However, this would all be fine if they hadn’t become so demanding. Jeremy and Kevin were the first ones to try to manipulate me. They became very hostile when I wouldn’t do as they asked, so eventually I just obeyed them in order to make everyone happy. However, with their help, I had realized that they only wanted the best for me, and so it was in my best interest to let them control my life.
So when Harold told me to burn down the house next door, naturally I did it. I didn’t have any problem with this, but the person who saw me do it probably did. That is why I had to do as Daria instructed me. She said if I didn’t get rid of the problem, then bad things would happen. But I was running out of time. Although I didn’t see anyone around when I was doing it, Frank says that a girl named Cindy was watching me. Frank also has the uncanny ability to see into the future, and he knew that by 8:00 p.m. that day she was going to tell someone what she saw.
“Do it Justin! Do it now!” Daria suddenly screamed. “Remember you only have a few hours left!”
She was right. I would have to act quickly and dispose of the problem. But my only dilemma was how to go about doing it. I didn’t even know who this Cindy was, but I knew Frank would show me the way. I left my house, and started walking down the street. I wasn’t too worried about where I was going or what I looked like. In fact I was still wearing my pajamas. Anyone who saw me would have had no idea that I was on my way to kill someone, and I loved that feeling. I felt that I was fulfilling my destiny is some way, and that this would make everyone see that anybody is capable of anything. I couldn’t see the consequences that might follow; all I could think about was pleasing Frank, Daria and everyone else. Suddenly I had the urge to stop. An indescribable force was pulling me towards a small house on the corner. I knew this was Frank’s way of telling me where to go. I jiggled the doorknob and found that it wasn’t locked. I entered the house, not quite sure what I was going to do, but loving every minute of it. I walked through the house, not caring how much noise I made. I knew somehow, I was going to get the job done, and it didn’t matter who knew I was there.
All of a sudden I heard loud shouting all around me. I recognized some of the voices at certain moments and realized it was my friends telling me what to do. Only, I couldn’t make out what they were saying at first and it just kept getting louder and louder. Then, all at once, in unison they shouted “UPSTAIRS!”
I began going up the stairs, but the yelling did not stop. In fact it intensified with every step I took. I could barely walk anymore, the sound was so overbearing. By the time I reached the top I was struggling and scarcely able to crawl up onto the top step. My head was pounding and felt like it was going to explode. I gathered up all the strength I had and crawled to the bedroom at the end of the hall. I cannot explain why I chose that one. There were other rooms closer to me, but something was drawing me towards it. As I neared it I felt the voices get louder, but I also felt a surge of energy go through me. It was as if I was being rewarded for going the right way. I got to the door and was able to stand up.
The room was empty except for a figure standing in the corner. I couldn’t see who or what it was, but I walked towards it. It was wearing a long black cloak and as I circled it, it turned around so that its face was away from me. The faster I walked, the faster it turned. Then all of a sudden it stopped moving, and there was a bright flash of light, an ear piecing screech, and that was the last thing I remember.
I woke up a few days ago in a hospital bed, not knowing where I was, and for a moment I couldn’t even grasp who I was. I quickly learned from my doctor that I was found lying in a field, unconscious, wearing my pajamas. They had no idea how I got there or how long I had been there. Immediately they started hounding me with questions about what I remembered. I fought off specialist after specialist until they finally gave up. Of course I remembered everything that happened. I couldn’t explain it, but I remembered it. Right down to every last detail, the whole experience was engraved into my memory. There was no way I could tell the doctor though. I knew they wouldn’t understand me. Nobody understands me.