satyr

Its not finished, yet. I'll add more as it comes to me. Any advice on how to improve is welcome. The use of the word 'I' gets a little repetitive.



I thought those people were my friends. If you want to call them ‘people’. Flopping around like a fish out of water. Walking down a dark hallway, with no end. Black bricks covered the walls.
“Are you okay?”
“It was like I fell asleep. What happened?”
“Follow me, feeble minded sheep. I am your Shepard. Follow the rest of the herd. Do you have a choice? No friends. Your only hope is to find acceptance, and to put food in your belly. If you choose to go alone, there will be no green pastures. Life will be a dream. Alone, everything will be dark. Burning fields. Cold and damp fur. Erie slabs of concrete and rivers of molten stone. Come, I am the omnipotent being. Under my wing you will find salvation.”
I was in a room full of people, yet I was very alone. I tried to stand up. Eyes rolling back and loosing touch with gravity. I had no feelings. No happiness, remorse, anger, or fear. Just loneliness. The walls were breathing. Sucking all the air out of the building. I had to leave.
“Thought you could go alone, eh?”
“What’s going on?”
“I am evil. I can tell the curses I’ve bestowed upon you are destroying your life. I can remove the curses. Turn you into something, like you once were. Are you ready? Put away your sick ambitions. Someone with your stature will never get far alone. Ready to join my flock? I know you’ll like it. You wont be disappointed.”
“No.”
“Still holding on to what you created, eh? I’ve never encountered someone like you. I have tried to guide you. Show you my green fields. But you refuse? Every test I give you; you always choose the wrong answer. Hell, I’ve even gave you the right answers to success. But you do the opposite. So be it. Come, I can see you need my help. I will guide you home.”
“Please, no tricks. I have a bloody face and no sense of direction.”
“No tricks. Not this time. Blood shot eyes with a pale face. A scar you will have the rest of your life. Its my 9th symphony. Greatest work of all. Or so I thought…”
The city was full of shadowy figures. Flat, colorless plains. In the distance, the place I called home. The color of my skin started to return. Walking in my house, I went straight to the restroom and looked in the mirror. Whose reflection is that? A gruesome wound right between my eyes. An inches long, an inch wide, and an inch deep. Surprisingly, there was not alot of blood. I knew though, it needed stitches.

satyr

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In a weird state of mind. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. One dim lamp lit the room with an orange glow. My car was not working, I had no way to get to the hospital. It was a worthless hunk of metal rusting away in the street. I heard a noise from the other room. My girlfriend noticed I was home. She walked in the room. The look on her face. She grasped her mouth, and stood there, saying nothing. The evil voice spoke to me.
“Go ahead. Tell her what happened.”
I didn’t know what happened. All I could remember at that time was the hallucinations. I had to break the silence.
“I’m really drunk. I tripped and hit my face on the corner of a coffee table. I think I need stitches.”
That was a lie. I don’t know why I would make up something like that. I had not been drinking. Completely sober. The evil voice, the ‘thing’ that took me home. The ‘thing’ that stole my life for a few seconds. It spoke.
“Again, you do the opposite. You can overcome the curses I set on you. The liar. The lonely lair.”
My girlfriend, I could tell she didn’t believe me. She knows when I’m drunk. I was shacking. Stuttering. A far off look in my eyes.
“Its 3:00 in the morning. Our car doesn’t work. How the fuck did this happen?”
“I was just walking, and I fell.”
“Well, maybe you can sleep it off? We’ll go to the hospital first thing in the morning?”
“I think it would be best if we went now.”
“We have no way to get there! Oh my god!”
She looked away. Not in anger, but in disgust. Reality was setting in. Neither one of us had a job. Could we really pay the bills? She looked at me, and said
“We have no one. Why couldn’t one of your friends take you?”
“Their not my friends. Their people I do drugs with.”
“I guess I could call my grandma.”
It made me feel horrible. Her grandmother was 68 years old. Waking her up, just to bring her granddaughters bum-of-a-boyfriend to the emergency room.
“Another curse. Selfishness. Do you wait till morning? The scar will be even more disgusting. Or wake up this old lady? If you do, the scar wont be so noticeable.”
I am selfish. Not wanting a huge ugly scar, I said
“Go ahead, call her.”
My girlfriend picked up the cordless phone and walked into the other room. I laid down, and tried to remember what happened. I remember I was at a friends house. There was about six other people. None of them were familiar with me. Last things I can recall: I was standing in the door way that lead into the living room, smoking a cigar. Feeling light headed. Tunnel vision. I started walking down a dark hallway. Black bricks covered the walls. Then I was ten feet from where I was standing. Laying in the floor, confused. A girl was standing over me. She asked,
“Are you okay?”
“It was like a fell asleep. Where am I?”
“You’re bleeding.”
“I am?”
She stepped away from me. I put my hand over my face. Blood covered my palm. No idea where I was cut. I stood up. It felt like there were ropes tied around my arms and chest, pulling me backwards. Someone grabbed me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yea. Yea I’m fine.”
More lies.
“Can you stand?”
“Yea.”
He let go of me. That’s when I noticed the walls were breathing. Stealing the air from my lungs. I had to get out. I wanted to run. The air was as thick as water. Slow motion. More darkness. I woke up, sitting next to the front door. Standing up, trying to open the door. There were two door knobs. I tried to turn one. Nothing. Then the other. Still nothing. The house was shaking back and forth. The door magically opened. I steeped out. My house wasn’t too far away. About a block. I was blacking out the whole time. I was home in minutes, or so it seemed. It could have been hours.
“All of this could have been prevented. I told you not to go to your ’friends’ house. He is a bad person.”
“And what are you? A person? A daemon? I’m fucking crazy! Voices in my head…”
“Correction, voice in your head. And I’m whatever you want me to be.”
My girlfriend entered the room.
“She’s on her way. I don’t think she’s too happy.”