3 May 2012
May 3 2012
I bet you thought I'd forgotten to write. Not at all, been in seclusion. Something I do now and again to amuse myself. Believe it or not it gets pretty boring in this place ... Unless watching the drama of the deluded excites you that is.
I was excited to write today... It's my unanniversary. I call it that because it's the anniversary of the day I came here. Through choice, obviously.
I promised I'd take you back. 10 years ago today, it was a warm day with a light breeze in the air. Everything as normal until it happened. The first time I saw him was early in the morning. He grinned at me as I crossed the road. A shock of ginger hair on top of a short skinny frame. Grubby, unwashed and unkempt. I didn't look twice at him.
The second time I saw him was in the afternoon... This time he didn't smile. He followed me to the old railway bridge. His laugh echoed inside the tatty brickwork. Mocking me as I stopped to look back. He called my name... Once, twice... Sing-song like. I shuddered and picked up a metal spike, entranced. Wandering home I don't remember much... He was there, I could feel him. I remember smiling to myself. I remember the cool feel of the spike.
Sounds like a horror story right? Remember this is my life. This is real for me. Don't be shocked, don't be upset. I get annoyed when people 'feel things' for Me.
Sorry... I digress. So I was walking home...metal spike in my hand. He was breathing down my neck but he wasn't even there. He'd run off. But I could still hear his voice calling me. I got home... 'hi mum' I called as usual. She came to the hall. There was a second where the world went in slow motion. He egged me on... I heard his voice in the air conditioning, in the rain hitting the window. Hugging my mum, I rammed the spike deep into her spine. She slipped down in front of me. Look of pure shock on her face.
I sat down on the cool tiled floor. My blue school uniform stained with blood. Smiling to myself as he said 'Nice one kid'.
That evening I asked my dad if I could go to Glenfield. Did as I was told. I've been here ever since. I'm not crazy, I'm just waiting, waiting for my next instruction. I forgot to mention I was only 10 when I started seeing him. Now he's around all the time. Outside the window during 'group' and in the carpark during 'air time'. Everywhere... Even in my dreams.
I need to ask him why. Why my mum... Why me? He'll come for me when he's ready. I'm ready for my next instruction.
Diary Of The Mentally Undead Part 3 • Opuss № I