frightened
Weird stuff. Weird, scary stuff.
I stayed home from school, and the house is filled with aunts and uncles. They’re all here because of yesterday.
All I remember is that I was working on my painting, and then I woke up on the floor in a girls bathroom on the other side of the school. It was two hours later, and my hands were covered in something sticky.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that the stuff on my hands was dried blood. But I don’t know whose. I didn’t have any marks on me, though.
I scrubbed it off and called Aunt T@mmi3, who sent Uncle V to come get me. He kept asking me if I remembered feeling pissed off before it happened. But I don’t remember feeling anything, at least nothing I haven’t felt every day of high school. Strange, bored, alone…
I told my story to my parents and Aunt T@mmi3, including what happened the day before, with the waking up on the bookshelf, and then their faces got real serious. They said I should have told them about that right after it happened, that I should tell them whenever anything weird happens to me. They sent me to my room and told me to get some sleep.
How did that blood get on my hands? Whose was it? What did I do?
I called Deni, trying to be vague about why I wanted to know if the cops had been to the school yesterday. She said not that she knew of.
Maybe it was my own blood… Maybe I had a nosebleed and somehow washed my face without using my hands. Yeah, right.
I snuck downstairs to try to listen to the rents, but they found me and hustled me back upstairs. Then they parked Uncle V in the hallway so I couldn’t leave.
Eventually Aunt T@mmi3 came to my room and said she thinks I’m having withdrawal from the Last Resort, that it’s messing with my sleep pattern. So what do we do about it?
She said I need to detox my system, and that’s done with something called a “Cleansing.” That’s why all the aunts and uncles are here. They’re going to perform some ritual of Z over me in the basement. Aunt T@mmi3 said it’s going to hurt a little, but when it’s all over I’ll feel refreshed. Not like the Last Resort, though.
This “Cleansing” happens tomorrow. I’m nervous about it, but more nervous about what I might have done to get that blood on my hands. The rents don’t want me telling anybody what happened, but I have to ask Deni if she knows anything. How else am I going to find out?
I gotta run. Right now I’m more scared of myself than I’ve ever been of any ‘bad people.’
Song Stuck In My Head: “Am I Demon”, by Danzig
I stayed home from school, and the house is filled with aunts and uncles. They’re all here because of yesterday.
All I remember is that I was working on my painting, and then I woke up on the floor in a girls bathroom on the other side of the school. It was two hours later, and my hands were covered in something sticky.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that the stuff on my hands was dried blood. But I don’t know whose. I didn’t have any marks on me, though.
I scrubbed it off and called Aunt T@mmi3, who sent Uncle V to come get me. He kept asking me if I remembered feeling pissed off before it happened. But I don’t remember feeling anything, at least nothing I haven’t felt every day of high school. Strange, bored, alone…
I told my story to my parents and Aunt T@mmi3, including what happened the day before, with the waking up on the bookshelf, and then their faces got real serious. They said I should have told them about that right after it happened, that I should tell them whenever anything weird happens to me. They sent me to my room and told me to get some sleep.
How did that blood get on my hands? Whose was it? What did I do?
I called Deni, trying to be vague about why I wanted to know if the cops had been to the school yesterday. She said not that she knew of.
Maybe it was my own blood… Maybe I had a nosebleed and somehow washed my face without using my hands. Yeah, right.
I snuck downstairs to try to listen to the rents, but they found me and hustled me back upstairs. Then they parked Uncle V in the hallway so I couldn’t leave.
Eventually Aunt T@mmi3 came to my room and said she thinks I’m having withdrawal from the Last Resort, that it’s messing with my sleep pattern. So what do we do about it?
She said I need to detox my system, and that’s done with something called a “Cleansing.” That’s why all the aunts and uncles are here. They’re going to perform some ritual of Z over me in the basement. Aunt T@mmi3 said it’s going to hurt a little, but when it’s all over I’ll feel refreshed. Not like the Last Resort, though.
This “Cleansing” happens tomorrow. I’m nervous about it, but more nervous about what I might have done to get that blood on my hands. The rents don’t want me telling anybody what happened, but I have to ask Deni if she knows anything. How else am I going to find out?
I gotta run. Right now I’m more scared of myself than I’ve ever been of any ‘bad people.’
Song Stuck In My Head: “Am I Demon”, by Danzig
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