The Child: Entry 21

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We ended walking through this plain-like area for days—maybe even weeks—when you don't have any worry about time, you seem to loose your track of it. Its goes back into your mind and you feel that you will never die, when the day comes. I wondered if that was something that was already achieved by Ville, he seemed young but he also seemed wise almost like an old man, maybe he was but he is way more complicated than an average human already—I wouldn't know. Ville has told me many stories about his life on our little journey, many involving his family.

He told me about his father, very kind but psychologically unstable. He kept everything to himself, very quiet but very intelligent. Ville says he sees his father in me and that’s why his attention was originally brought to me, I am like him in nearly every way and his father would me humbled to meet me. His mother though, was something else. She was something like the devil himself. She had no control over what was happening to her emotionally or even mentally so it has consumed her over the years. He explained to me that when he was young, he couldn't do what he called 'Immaculation' his mother not only did the process for herself but she also did it for him. 

'Its as if she was killing me over and over.' Ville said. 'Like there wasn't any care for me, she enjoyed doing it for me and that what was disturbing, like I wasn't anything other than some meat puppet in her eyes.' He still cared for her and she did to him. Its not like she wanted him dead, she just enjoyed the sight of blood and mutilation of bodies, it explains everything in his family if you think about it—I guess I'll just wait and see. 

He also told me of his two sisters, he never mentioned their names but he said that they were twins but a very particular set of twins—I will see them and find out more when I meet them. Ville told me of several other members but nothing really stood in my head, it feels like it has been months. Ville has found ways to hunt for food but I'm not quite sure at this moment. As for shelter, its been nice everyday and I'm yet to see something gloomy, its a nice change for once. More than often now we have been traveling from dawn to dusk and sleeping throughout the day, the days have grown shorter but so has the distance to wherever we were going. Eventually we came up to this large wooden house just sitting there in the distance; it was rundown but something stood out to Ville. 

Something that pushed him towards it but made me shake in fear. It felt as if someone was watching me but I couldn't tell who or what was peering into me and poking at my innards. I'm sure Ville felt this to and that is what sparked his interest. It crawled within him and it crawled within me, like something was speaking to us just begging for something to enter it so it could tell its dark secrets. We were here to listen to it, we heard its call and we were willing to do whatever it was telling us.    

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Entry 22

Remember me   

With Sweet Silence

Make the world another sea of ash,

circumstances growing thin.

I thought I let down all that I had.

Just leave all these broken wings.

these broken wings

Right now,

the paintings stained and cracked.

How did things turn to be like this?

If I could I would rather be dead and missed.

So now,

I creped into the ground,

with silence to ignore me,

I want this.

Live with the rest.

I wish that I could change this,

instead I lie and hate this.

With sweet silence.

Rattle and crack, I can hear your

crumblin bones.

Forget all that you worked for today.

I thought I closed my hands on top of a

dying moth.

I opened up my palms it flew away.

Flew away.

Please remember this because I'm alive.

I just hold onto myself like I died.

Remember your past and get to the point

till you die.

Just believe in me still the day you die,

I tried.

So now,

I creped into the ground,

with silence to ignore me,

I want this.

Live with the rest.

I wish that I could change this,

instead I lie and hate this.

With sweet silence.

I can feel all the pain flowing, 

right to my soul

I can feel all the blood flow 

but all at once everything dies.

Just remember all I did,

now you can see the next day.

keep in touch with the point,

and remember the past

you know I wanted it that way.

I can feel all the pain flowing, 

right to my soul

I can feel all the blood flow 

but all at once everything dies.

Just remember all I did,

now you can see the next day.

keep in touch with the point,

and remember the past

you know I wanted it that way.

So now,

I creped into the ground,

with silence to ignore me,

I want this.

Live with the rest.

I wish that I could change this,

instead I lie and hate this.

With sweet silence.

Remember me

The Child: Entry 20

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I couldn’t help but think of chaotic elegance, a sort of warmth wrapping around you but that same very thing acts as the shiver down your spine. A multi-personality that has two different sides to things but not acting as one then another but as a whole in a single act of time. My eyes were opened and I realized that everything isn't so odd anymore. Like they were known from the very first day I have lived to now but I have not accepted what inevitable will be, do or become. The sun was fully visible now but darkness lingered that casted a shadow of red and black over everything around us. 

I've always wondered that if being as we are today was only a first phase of what we could be. Maybe I was thinking correctly—or I could also be loosing my touch to reality—but what was presented before me now was all I could believe. No speculation. No thoughts or scenarios of 'what if'. Maybe everything does happen for a reason like a designated path of what will happen, you can do whatever you want till that point but something particular has to happen. Intrigue. A curiosity that can kill you but also give you a newfound potential, simply just making your life worth living. Ville looked exhausted now but I wasn't really sure how this whole process goes, he could have been just beginning the whole process. 

After the whole ordeal of cutting his body wide open, I was expecting to see intestines and vital organs falling out of his bodily cavity and all over the grass around us. Nothing fell out. Nothing at all. It’s not even the fact that it held itself into the body to prevent any spillage but nothing came out because there was nothing. Inside his body were the tissues and muscles and bones that would be connected to the skin being all that was inside. Blood still flowed pouring down the inner walls of the cavity and gathered in all the emptiness just waiting to flow out. I guess that was what he meant, like a bladder just waiting to be relieved and when all that pressure is released, you feel like you are on cloud nine.

The blood though, wasn’t just your ordinary crimson liquid that kept your body in motion; it was something else in its entirety. It wasn't so simple and just pored out of its body, it crawled—not saying it had legs, it was its consistency. It looked like it crawled because it did something that I have seen not to long ago. It was similar to that black spire that I saw form outside the cottage not more than ten hours ago. The blood creped and crawled growing roots to pull itself outside his body. Short little stocks crawled up his chest making it look like shallow veins. The blood didn't even fall; it crawled down his legs at a very timely manner till it touched the ground. 

The ground shook to a little vibrating hum to my feet; there was something within this substance that is more than ordinary. I could feel energy from where the blood pooled to where I was standing—about eight feet away. Soon after, Ville finally shifted his gaze from the sky to a more worldly level; his hands were still out in front of him like he was feeling for rain but he now looked in my direction. He looked at me intensely with the pitch-black pupils of his; he then grimaced to the sight of me being a little freaked out. I stared at him intently just waiting to see what was going to happen next and drops of blood started to come out from the corners of his eyes. He breathed in heavily to exhale him out of his very own trance. He looked as if he became aware of his surroundings now and he lowered his hands to his sides but his eyes were still darker than the far reaches of space. 

As the blood—or what I expected it to be—reached towards the end of his cheek, he placed his hand into his front right pocket to take out a white handkerchief, then proceeded to dab it against the corners of his eyes. He still had a smile to his face, looked at me and then looked down to his chest. Whatever the blackness that was coming out of him was, it was mending his wounds. When the blood creped up through his skin, it pulled his skin back to one central point then sealed it off. What I could see now was that black substance all over his chest, clothes, ground and when he was done wiping off the blood on his face, I noticed that it was the same thing on his handkerchief. As he pocketed the stained cloth, he began to talk again.

'I'm sorry to give you such a scare, you look mortified.'

'Well, I didn't expect this.' I said frantically, 'Nothing like this at least.' Ville looked at the ground a little bit and noticed that he was standing in inches of what seemed to be blood. He lifted his feet and stepped to the side a couple of steps to the side. My own feet felt like they were asleep but I knew it was the vibrating energy that was coming from the ground. I looked down to see that the blood was reaching me—crawling really—and Ville took a notice too.

'You should step away from that if you know what’s good for you, at least for now. I need something from you and it would be in my best interest if you didn't expose yourself to that.'

'Why what is it?' I asked.

'Well it’s my own life-force really, just like you have your own.'

'But what’s so special about yours?'

'I'm not going to say its because I'm not human because that’s not true but its more genetic. How I look at it is that when you are born you take what comes from your mom and your dad and you combine it together, more specifically blood types. There is A, B, O and then several combinations of, right? Well I would say that my blood type is something like X, for example. I don't have any of those other blood types because I have my own unique kind that is in-transferable to anyone else's in a manner of speaking. I'm not saying that my blood specifically is 'special' or anything I just have a different genetic makeup than the average person.'

'Like a mutation?' I asked.

'No.' Ville said firmly. 'I am just like you but what makes me is different than you, just like everyone else is in this world. I am not you and I am not something extraordinary, I just have something different. Its like saying that people who have a different colour pigment in their skin are mutated, I am just like you but I am not you.'

'I understand, so are you some forgotten gene pool?'

'No.' Ville sighed. 'Everything will make sense when we get to where we are going.'

'And what is that?'

'A town, just like a town that anybody grows up in. I have family there and they can give us shelter from whomever The Family is going to send at us if they do. Its good to have a home to where you can sleep without any worry of you dying in the middle of the night. Just another family to you but I'm sure you would like to be in the warm arms of someone who really cares about you.' I did. Something that I haven't really experienced yet, I just hope these new people wont throw me on the street as before. I have almost lost all faith in humanity and the institution of a stable life.    

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Entry 21

Remember me

Some Gift

All alone in this house.

You start to scream, I hear you out.

Felling better than before,

but you cry like you did during the war.

A feeling that no one cares.

Believe me, we have all been there.

Just let someone inside your house.

The rest will all work out.

You sit awake,

hoping for someone to tell you,

goodnight.

You could be waiting for this forever.

So you sit and wait,

holding onto that beautiful something.

You sit dead awake while I tell you.

Sleep,

As the night begins to fall,

you squeeze me tight.

Just don't let go.

It can be a scary thing to wake up to nothing.

I will stay here, 

I wont ever go. 

When you wake, 

you wont be alone.

With a gift,

that couldn't do anything wrong.

Remember me

Amicus Est Tanquam Alter Idem Pt. 5

     


    Closer To...


    By: Amy Scheibe 

I sit next to him.

The darkness pours in.

I can feel his disease.

He turns his head slowly towards me.

I flinch at the sight.

His eyes dig into me.

Searching my soul.

I try to stop it.

A fight within me.

The searching continues.

Till it stops abruptly with a twisted smile.

Him then knowing my every weakness.

He never says a word but his body language tells it all.

His lips part and he speaks two words.

"Hello again."

My eyes widen.

My body freezes.

I ask "w..what?"

He says nothing.

Just hums a familiar tune.

I try to move, but my body refuses

I feel somehow drawn to listen.

It goes on for what feels like hours.

He stops suddenly.

Feeling as if I am returning from a trance.

He smiles "Remember me?"

"Yes." I respond quickly.

Trying to force the memory from my mind.

"…but you were just a childhood nightmare."

He laughs hysterically at me

His jaw moving up in down unnaturally,

"Just a nightmare? I’m far more than that my dear."

I look at him nervously.

"What are you then?"

He stands up slowly, his expression now serious.

"We've had this conversation." He says.

"Tell me. What. You. Are." I respond.

He disappears from view, yet a feel his breath on my neck. 

"I’m what will be the death of you someday.

The more you see me...the closer you are."

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