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Coincidence: The Anthem of Deception
Coincidence:
The Anthem of Deception
Prologue:
The pain was unbearable. Though I should be used to unbearable. I should be used to any form of hurt.
"Why do you screw around so much?" He yelled as he hit me with his back hand again. I didn’t answer his question, if I did, it would just be getting myself into more trouble.
"And why is it so hard to get a simple chore done?" He asked again, this time pushing me to my ass as I slid across the wooden floor, freshly polished too, thanks to me.
"I work hard to keep us here, and you couldn’t simply clean the sink?"
"I...I got everything else done. I finished the barn, I spot cleaned the floor, I cleaned your room, I dusted, the sink just got cleaned last Wednesday, I forgot. It slipped my mind." Since I took a chance at speaking, I was planning on making the words rational and slow. It did not come out that way. He didn’t like it either.
"I will see what else can slip your mind." He picked me up by the shirt, sweat dripping down my face, dirt all up the skin underneath my torso. If I could see myself at that very instant, I would have guessed I looked terrified, I would have looked like the devil had a grasp on me. And you know what? It was sure as hell close enough.
"You know what you deserve?"
"N...No." I stammered, knowing exactly what he was talking about.
"Yes," He said nodding. "You want to take a visit to hell?"
"No!" I screamed spinning and shaking, trying to get out of his grasp. But it was no use. He was to strong. He moved his hands from my shirt to my head. Grasping it with a undeniable strength, that was mind blowing, and all at the same time terrifying.
"Come with me." He said, and began to drag me to my, his, destination. After carrying me all the way down the hall, my feet flopping on the ground. He opened the door to the hot room. That’s what he calls it, and pushed me in there.
"Have fun!" He laughed and slammed the door on me.
I squirmed around, trying to find the strength to get up and sit on the bench. I was shaking. I knew what was going to happen. He was going to turn the heat on as high as it can go, and leave me there to slip into darkness... slowly.... ever so slowly. Minuets, hours, days, I don’t know how long it takes! I do know it takes a long time. It is gruesome.
The first drip of sweat caused by heat was made, and I my inner self became cold, but the room wouldn’t allow my outer self to become cold. I was hot. I was dying.
Thoughts started to form in my head, thoughts of hate and anger. It’s been so long I had to endure this. It has been far to long. Am I nineteen yet? I ask myself that all the time. Can I go into the real world yet? I never saw it before.
"I hate this so much!" I said out loud. "Why is every person treated this way?"
I didn’t try to stay awake. I would just be making it harder on myself if I did that. I knew he would get me out when I fell asleep. I know thoughts raced, but the only thing I remember is darkness.
"Why is every person treated this way?"
I would later find out every person was not treated that way. As would someone else very close to me.
It was all about the Anthem Of Deception.
Chapter 1: My life in lies
“Lou, get me the damn remote!”
“Yes father.” I scurried to where the remote lay, picked it up, and ran as fast as I could to father, making sure I made good time. I handed him the remote.
“Not bad Lou, but faster next time, you don’t want to keep me waiting any longer than I have to, right?”
“Yes father”
“Good, now go finish up the dishes and then I will give you your free time for the day. But if the dishes aren’t done right…”
He scolded at me, and I knew what that meant, if I didn’t do them right, I would surely be in for a rude awakening. I would either get beaten, or I would get time out… which usually consisted of two days without food in a closet, in the dark, with no bathroom. But it was ok; I had gotten used to not eating, and trained myself to ignore the feeling of hunger.
I rushed to the clean kitchen. Why was it clean? Because of me of course, I cleaned the whole house every day. But it was good, because no one wants to live in a mess…though I didn’t live there; I lived outside in the barn. I never understood why we had a barn. We had no animals… I guess it was just for me.
I started right away on the dishes, and while I was cleaning, I had an odd feeling, a feeling to reflect on my life. I rarely ever did this, but today was different.
I started to think about how I didn’t know my age. My dad said I would be able to work at the age of nineteen. Though, when I asked how old I was he said, I wasn’t very close to nineteen, and he then had me skip a meal because of my question. Yes, he got mad at me for simple questions like that, but I never got mad at him. Because everyone else lived like that too.
I can’t compare my skin color to anyone else’s. Why? Because the only people I have ever saw in my life is my father and I. But I do know what my colors are. My dad said that in itself is a privilege that most kids don’t get from there parents. I was very thankful to him for that. So I guess my skin color would be naturally tan. I would think, but then again, I can’t judge very well.
My eyes are hazel, and my hair is very short and black. I didn’t know how to measure, so I can’t tell you how tall I am. But, I can tell you when I stand next to a doorway my head met about half way to the top.
I didn’t like my life. But striving and believing everyone’s life was like mine made me feel a little better. I just wish I knew someone, and had a friend. I don’t even really know what a friend is.
But complaining would usually get me beaten. So, after the first time I voiced my confusion and anger, I decided if I wanted to eat another day… or even live, I would keep my thoughts to myself.
“Hurry up damn it!” My dad screamed.
“Finished” I said back, rushing to my dad with wet hands.
“Hmm… You may write for thirty minuets. But after that, you will be making me my dinner.”
“Yes father, thank you father.” I said bowing; he made me bow after every time I was done talking to him.
I made my way to the spot he puts my notebook at. The place he does put it at is just our pantry, he usually shoves it way back there, kind of by the canned goods, it usually crumples the papers up a lot, but at least he lets me have it.
I took the saddle stitched notebook with care, knowing that this was really the only possession that was considered my own. I got to write in this…well, whenever my dad was in a good mood I guess. I usually wrote thoughts, questions, and maybe just fantasies. My father said I couldn’t use his name when I wrote about anything, and I didn’t. If I wanted to talk about him, I called him. “The King of Life” I don’t know why I called him that… That’s just what came to mind I guess.
It was time for me to make a new entry. I took the book outside and labeled the top.
“The start of something new” and began to write.
The beatings haven’t been as bad lately… But I also think that the king of life is in a particularly good mood this week… I think he has a new lady friend, and this one is for real. I hope with my entire being that this one doesn’t break his heart…I like it when he is nice. I like it when he has a good day. But I am but I feeble child. I am not the age of nineteen yet, and need to take the beatings better than I have been. I need to be strong.
I had a dream yesterday that I had a wife, and a family, and that The King of Life was happy. The dream was like no fantasy or day dream I had before. This was so real… I wish it were real. Hopefully that fantasy will become true some day! But I can only hope…
Those bugs that bite me have been practically eating me up the last three weeks! But the barn has been a perfect temperature, so I can’t complain about a lack of sleep.
The King of Life told me not to long ago that “It is the start of something new.” I had no idea what he meant, but it was good. He was happy about it. So like I said before, I hope it stays that way.
“Lou! Your time is up, come here!”
“Ok father! Coming” I rushed to finish the page.
So I am waiting for better days.
~Lou
I crammed the notebook back in the pantry and went back to my father.
“Ok, Lou” My dad said. “I want a small salad, easy on the ranch; with one of those quick make a chicken noodle thing, that’s all.”
“Yes father, right away.” I said bowing and headed off to the kitchen. Gee, he was being nice, he usually wants something oven cooked, but this was easy. I was now certain that something in his life is going real well.
I was done about ten minuets later, and brought it to him on his tray.
“What would you like me to do now?” I asked.
“Um… go outside, your done today. Just… I will get you tomorrow.”
“Thanks father. I will see you then.”
“Yeah” He said that like he was being too nice to me. He hasn’t been this nice in ages.
I scurried out of the house, afraid that he would change his mind. I didn’t want to screw this up.
The sun was setting about now. It was about sixty degrees out, and I knew that it would be a cold night, but I didn’t mind.
I walked about 40 yards to the barn were I sleep, once there I sat on the ledge of the opening right next to the entrance. It was where I slept. It wasn’t very comfortable, but it let me live in peace through the night.
I grabbed the blanket under the little shaft under my “bed”. It was thin, worn, and didn’t do much. But it gave me comfort, enough to where it felt somewhat secure out there in the cold night, alone.
I lay there on the cold wood, wondering about what tomorrow would bring. I hope my dad is still acting cool. I would hate it for this streak to end now, just as I was starting to enjoy this bloody life I live. The life everyone lives. I would hold onto that. The “everyone” part. Knowing that everyone lives the way I do is comforting to me. It keeps me sane. You may hear me saying that a lot. Talking about my sanity and how I deal with this screwed over life that every kid lives until the age of nineteen. It sucks. But knowing that the kid streets or whatever away from me is living the same way. It’s comforting.
So I make myself fall asleep, asleep into the night.
But before I fell asleep, I had a chill run up my back, thinking about how unpredictable tomorrow might be.
I always have this damn dream. I don’t have it every night, but I have it the majority of the nights I spend sleeping. The dream is like a mirage. It manipulates me until I know it’s not real. And when I find out it’s not real, it hurts like hell. It makes me want to die. It makes all the physical pain my dad has given me in the past emotional pain. It converts my ignorance over to shameful sin. I hate this dream. But while I’m consumed by the mirage, by the “ignorance”, it’s all good. Life couldn’t be better.
The dream starts out with me leaning against this old apple tree. It’s a big tree, with fruitful apples that look delicious to eat. Though, in the dream, I never chose to eat one.
So I’m sitting there, against the rough and jagged edges of the bark, looking into the evening sun set. What a beautiful sight. The weird thing that might be confusing you is that it’s peaceful there. There’s not a lot going on. Everything is great. The grass is lush green, and the scenery is all too amazing. Way more amazing than anything I have seen in my real life.
Usually, when I sit there, I am aware that it is all just a dream. But this time was different. This time, the grass felt all too real on my finger tips, the wind in my face felt all too brisk, and the bark on the tree felt way too rough. Though I was at peace with myself, and this time the dream was doing a pretty fine job at manipulating me, I was scared. Scared that the next phase in the dream would be the same as what has happened in past dreams. I was scarred of reality. The reality that this fiction, this imaginary world might bring. It’s scary.
The dream goes on like the same old story you here as a child. It’s as if the dream is written in ink, and is unable to be erased.
So, the thing that happens next is my dad. He shows up seemingly from nowhere, you can’t here him walking to his destination. You merely just see him in the blink of an eye. He is standing about 3 or 4 feet away from the tree I’m sitting at. He says, “Do you want to see the other side?” His voice convincing, and he doesn’t even have a hint of anger in it. You could guess that I liked it.
“Of course I do.” I responded like always, “Take me there.” I got up swiftly, excited to see what was on this “other side”. I knew what was there in the back of my head at the time, but then it was as if I didn’t. I doubt that makes sense to you, but remember I was consumed by this ignorance. I was taken over by the mirage.
My father gave me a loving look and said, “Take my hand son, I want to take you to the place you always wanted to be. The place you always wanted to see, but I never let you.” His hand was outstretched, and I grabbed it. Gentle but firm. “Your good to me father.” I said in blatant retardation, “Let’s go.”
So we went. He led the way into the sunset, and when the brightness of the lights was too much to bear, and I couldn’t handle the colors anymore, we disappeared.
I opened my eyes to the noises of things of the unknown. The unknown for me that is, I bet you know what they are. I bet you know what all these buildings were, and what all the cars were doing in the same place. I bet you knew that massive building with the point on top of it. I bet you knew what that was. I didn’t. I wasn’t allowed to.
So all of these noises, just taking over my sense of simple thought: of understanding. But my hand was still in the grasp of my dad’s. I looked up at him and I noticed he was looking off into the clouds. “Son, this is it. This is what I’ve been hiding from you for so long. Do you like it? I hope so, because it is great. It is fantastic. I love being in it, and torturing you by keeping you from it.” His smile shifted to a little bit more scary like I’ve saw it so many times before, but it quickly changed, and my comfort level swiftly changed from frightened to fine again. “Can you show me around master?” he looked confused. “Master? What master? I am your father, not your master. Don’t you ever call me that again? Do you understand?” I smiled.
“Yes father, I don’t know what I was thinking.”
“That’s better; let’s see some of this place.”
Light flashed before my eyes again, and we found ourselves at this huge flabby construction. With lots of noise, the noises being like bells or something. The scenery was all very interesting. The structure I was talking about waved in the wind, and it had an entry way with some lady sitting at a table with a tub of green paper beside her. She looked happy and lively.
“Who is that person father?” I asked, pointing to the lady at the desk.
“That son is the person who takes all of the money from the paying customers.”
“Oh.” I said, faking understanding. “Then, what is this place?”
“This is called a circus. It’s where children and their family’s go for fun. Would you like to go inside?”
“Sure!”
We walked to the table where the lady sit, there my dad said. “Two tickets please.”
“Ok sir” the women replied.
Last edited by Taylor (Spy) Reid : 10-27-2007 at 10:10 PM.
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