October 7th, 1988
Nuts about aggressive blading.
I eat non-stop.
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Thursday, November 06, 2008
Thursday, November 06, 2008
7:58 AM
“So, where’s this place at?”
“It’s right up that corner.”
I could feel my muscles tense and the sweat collect beneath my chin. I knew that I would see them. But somewhere, within me wanted me to just go ahead and look. I counted the number of heads that I was with. 10. I prayed to not count anymore as we made the turn into a sea of stones. I was in their turf now. And I did not want to turn back.
As I marched up the path with my friends, the only thing breaking the dead silence was the gravel beneath our feet. And there it was. It was old, abandoned, run-downed, and ancient. And there was this sensation I could not avoid. But I could not put my finger on it.
The house towered above me and sent fear to my bones. I sensed the uncertainty of all my friends yet I mustered all my courage and peered into this forsaken structure as my hands trembled against the rotting wood. I couldn’t let my insecurities overwhelm me as my friends were depending on me. I moved on desperately trying to maintain balance on the broken concrete ground, my eyes watching every single corner for the host of this household.
THERE HE WAS, as if expecting me. Even after all these years, I thought at the very least I would be prepared. My mouth clammed shut but my heart spoke the peace for me. He accepted my peace; at least I think he did because for a brief moment I felt assured.
I gave the look of confidence towards my friends to release the tension among them. Taking the lead I brought them to the roof. Getting there was not an easy task. The second floor was riddled with obstacles. It felt like walking on thin ice. One false move and it would be a one-way ticket to the hospital.
I turned to check on my friends and saw their faces wrapped in fright. I smirked and took the last step to enter the rooftop. I raised my head to glance at the eerie glow of the moon. I stepped into the open, and an urge to escape shot through my thoughts.
They were everywhere. Everywhere I looked, everywhere I blinked. Even with my eyes shut, they still flashed before me. I was overwhelmed mentally and physically. I calmly blocked them from my mind. I had to keep my front up for my friends. I thought could maintain it at least for a bit, until I saw her.
I knew she knew that I could see her. She sat there on the ledge, hair pulled back, staring down at me. It felt as if my heart stopped beating at that instant. She gazed at me emotionless, swaying her feet back and forth. I could feel her saying to me through that cold stare, “Join me.”
A flashlight interrupted our contact, and I knew then it was our cue to leave. I formally lead my friends out from the building. Making sure that everyone was out and safe, I faced the entrance and thanked them for their hospitality.
That was one friend that I could live without.
“So, where’s this place at?”
“It’s right up that corner.”
I could feel my muscles tense and the sweat collect beneath my chin. I knew that I would see them. But somewhere, within me wanted me to just go ahead and look. I counted the number of heads that I was with. 10. I prayed to not count anymore as we made the turn into a sea of stones. I was in their turf now. And I did not want to turn back.
As I marched up the path with my friends, the only thing breaking the dead silence was the gravel beneath our feet. And there it was. It was old, abandoned, run-downed, and ancient. And there was this sensation I could not avoid. But I could not put my finger on it.
The house towered above me and sent fear to my bones. I sensed the uncertainty of all my friends yet I mustered all my courage and peered into this forsaken structure as my hands trembled against the rotting wood. I couldn’t let my insecurities overwhelm me as my friends were depending on me. I moved on desperately trying to maintain balance on the broken concrete ground, my eyes watching every single corner for the host of this household.
THERE HE WAS, as if expecting me. Even after all these years, I thought at the very least I would be prepared. My mouth clammed shut but my heart spoke the peace for me. He accepted my peace; at least I think he did because for a brief moment I felt assured.
I gave the look of confidence towards my friends to release the tension among them. Taking the lead I brought them to the roof. Getting there was not an easy task. The second floor was riddled with obstacles. It felt like walking on thin ice. One false move and it would be a one-way ticket to the hospital.
I turned to check on my friends and saw their faces wrapped in fright. I smirked and took the last step to enter the rooftop. I raised my head to glance at the eerie glow of the moon. I stepped into the open, and an urge to escape shot through my thoughts.
They were everywhere. Everywhere I looked, everywhere I blinked. Even with my eyes shut, they still flashed before me. I was overwhelmed mentally and physically. I calmly blocked them from my mind. I had to keep my front up for my friends. I thought could maintain it at least for a bit, until I saw her.
I knew she knew that I could see her. She sat there on the ledge, hair pulled back, staring down at me. It felt as if my heart stopped beating at that instant. She gazed at me emotionless, swaying her feet back and forth. I could feel her saying to me through that cold stare, “Join me.”
A flashlight interrupted our contact, and I knew then it was our cue to leave. I formally lead my friends out from the building. Making sure that everyone was out and safe, I faced the entrance and thanked them for their hospitality.
That was one friend that I could live without.