blood shortage

I remember when times were good and there was enough blood to feed every vampire in the world, then everything changed 2 years ago and a great panic came upon the whole vampire world, that there was a huge blood crisis. Most humans had been turned into a vampire and it has led to a blood shortage never before seen or felt. The fear and moans of every vampire family was the greatest moan of suffering I had ever seen; it was brutal to witness.

99% of vampires live from 300-400 years and after living your expected life expectancy, even drinking blood won’t be enough to help vampires and even protect them against diseases and you couldn’t even step out into the night because your skin will be too sensitive. There is the 1% of vampires though who have actually managed to live for about 1000+ years and they are the special kind of vampires. No one is really sure where vampires came from and the religious vampires believe it came from Satan but the scientific vampires believe it was just nature and the freak of evolution.

Every 50 year’s vampires are allowed to reproduce children and it use to be that 100 vampire babies were allowed to be born every 50 years but due to the over population and the current climate of blood shortage, it has now been reduced to just 2 vampire babies allowed to be born every 50 years. If you don’t follow these reproduction rules the vampire babies will be put under the sun.

Nearly every blood bank has been closed and its funny you know when something vital like blood runs out, everything else runs out as well. Things like being kind to each other, sharing with each other and even smiling all goes away too. Blood wasn’t just keeping the vampire’s alive but it was keeping how we treat each other and how society lived alive as well. I kept on questioning how the blood shortage came about and blood in our society was the heart of everything it kept the economy, food and health all alive too but all of those things have all been destroyed unfortunately.

The first year experiencing the blood shortage crisis and the hunger and thirst could be felt all over but it was the elderly vampires, who were suffering first. When vampires haven’t had enough blood they turn insane and almost like a zombie, they lose who they once were. Like animals they started biting anyone and anything and even my grandparents were lost, I cried when I saw both my grandmother and grandfather biting each other. Eventually physical diseases take over and blood is the main source keeping vampires immune system alive, without it every disease starts to attack us.

Hospitals, dentists and other health related building were filled up to the top and there wasn’t enough funding or blood to treat everyone. Vampires out of desperation started to betray their morals, families and friends in search of finding blood and a new place/way to survive. Our civilization was on the brink of collapse and only the young vampires were strongest but still a victim

to all of what was happening. Luckily I am not the youngest in my family but being only 18 I still had the best chance but I knew though one day; the blood shortage will start effecting me.

Vampires started attacking farm animals and even animals from the wild and their blood might just about cave off the thirst and hunger but it also causes diseases, human blood is the only blood which could keep vampires alive and healthy for the longest. Depression and suicide were wide spread and it was a common thing to hear about vampires walking into the sun light by their own will because they had given up hope. It’s stupid as well but someone surely must have seen this coming because when vampires started increasing in number and the number of humans decreasing, someone surely must have known this was coming?

I myself started to succumb to depression and I had to go days, weeks and even months without blood and I even tried to burn myself into the sunlight but my father stopped me. Businesses are struggling because every vampire is too ill, depressed and too hungry and thirsty for blood. Any food we vampires eat; it must come with blood or otherwise our bodies will find it hard to digest. My father’s restaurant is struggling and with the price of human blood so impossibly high, one cup of 1 blood is literally the yearly income of five vampires together. My parents have been arguing constantly and my mother is always pressuring my father to sell his business but my father is a strong willed man and he will not give it away for anything. My little brother is seriously ill because he has not had enough blood and he is constantly suffering from high fever.

The education system is completely broken and there are hardly any teachers to teach and so parents must teach their children to read and write, everything is just terrible. Then a friend of mine called me on my phone and there are hardly any friends around these days. I met up with him at a private place in his car and he had some news for me, great news in a weird dark way. He started telling me about a secret blood bank which had disguised itself as an abandoned office building. In this blood bank they actually have fresh human blood all stocked up and meant for the 1% of vampires who have lived for over 1000+ years.

I looked at him like he was crazy and he told me that it was the truth and that he knew the 3 security guards that worked there, they have great benefits like receiving free blood for their families. Then he told me that three of the security guards out of six are being fired and so they will not receive any more secret blood and the three of them are angry. He told me they are putting a gang together to raid the secret blood bank and how we could all be inside and steal as much human blood as possible but the illegality of all of this, will put us at deaths row right under the sun.

My friend who also believes in conspiracies started telling me about how the 1% have all of the blood in the palm of their hands and it was their fault that the blood shortage came about, they want to kill the 99% of vampires. I never really believed any of his conspiracy stories but in that moment I felt like he was talking the truth and I wanted to be part of the raid. The three security guards who were going to lose their jobs at the end of the month were going to let us inside and it was me, my friend and three other vampires who I had never seen before who were going to be a part of this.

My friend contacted the three security guard and that we were close and they let us into the building and as soon as I stepped into the building, I could smell fresh human blood all around me. The other three security guards whose jobs were safe were murdered with a stake through the heart and were dust. The manager and right down to the cleaners of the blood bank were all murdered as well and when I stepped into the vault where fresh human blood was kept, I couldn’t keep hold of my temptation any longer.

We all grabbed whatever human blood we could get hold of and we kept on drinking so much blood and the freshness and sweet relief from thirst and hunger was heaven. I didn’t even care about the consequences anymore or that there were armed police guards outside ready to have our heads, in that moment I was in my own world. We were all arrested and taken into prison in the end and the sentencing was quick which was death by sun light but I still don’t care anymore. You see other vampires have heard our story and about secret blood banks and the 1% of vampires are now aware that the 99% of vampires see them for what they really are. I am going to burn with great meaning and an even greater message.

The Bus

Every day I get on this bus. Every day I see the same people. The guy sitting in front of me now with a brownish cap and and old warn out coat. This is the exact same spot he sits in every day without fail, the same book he reads each time getting a little closer to the end. The old guy sitting to the left of me in the exact spot every day. He does nothing other than stairs blankly out of the window like he is tired of life, I can sense a deep sad lonely feeling emanating from him like he has just recently lost someone he loved. The guy sitting behind me right at the back, a young guy in his early twenty’s constantly making phone calls and blaring out loud rap music on his beats headphones. You can sort of tell how everyone despises the guy with the amount of loud obnoxious phone calls he has with his mate “Derick”.

AJ the bus driver a very friendly guy everyone knows him, a young Turkish guy who came to this country about a year ago, he is very dedicated to his job and always strikes up a conversation with someone. But the reason I’m here today is for her. The same reason I’m here every other day, not to go home and relax after a long day at work like any usual person on this bus NO. I have been watching her for a while. She leaves her house at 8:30, walks the ten minute walk to the bus stop, gets on the bus at 8:50 and then travels to work. She then gets to work at 9:20 to her job as a Secretary, from then on she works most of the day till her 20 minuet lunch break at 1:00 she then gets back to work at 1:20 and then works for the rest of the day till 7:00. After this she walks to her local coffee shop and orders a medium latte. From then on she finishes her latte and heads off to the bus stop. She arrives at the bus stop at 7:45 and gets on the bus… well.. just about now I presume. I have remembered her exact routine.

I know when she gets off the bus and when she arrives at her house. She usually gets off at the stop just before her house because she fancy’s a peaceful brisk walk before she gets back. So that will give me enough time to sneak into her house and find a good hiding spot. I usually like hiding under their beds, plus I have done it hundreds of times before. She sleeps like a baby. Sometimes when she is in a deep sleep I stand there and watch her just before I leave through her bedroom window. She Is absolutely beautiful.

Its funny how I have known all these people for about year now and not one of them has spoken to me. Nobody knows what kind of fucked up things I have done in life, let alone the sorts of crazy things that go on in such a normal looking persons head. Anyway she has just got on the bus now I can see her talking to the driver. She is gonna sit where she has done for the past year now right on the third row of seats to the left. I always get a perfect view of her dark long luscious hair. She looks so oblivious to what is about to come. A few minuets have passed and the annoying guy on the phone and elderly man have just been dropped off at their stops. Next stop. Her stop. As she gets off the bus I go over the drill of how I will get into her house. She usually leaves her bedroom window wide open to air the room, so that’s how i’m getting in.

The driver drives off and eventually stops at the final stop. I say thanks to the the driver and me and the guy with the cap gets off. The guy with the cap goes in the complete opposite direction to me. So I won’t have to worry about him watching me sneak into her house. The street is completely empty now an eerie silence shapes the street with the cool winters air caressing my face. I make a swift five minuet walk to he house and walk round the back. I can see the window right above me. I climb up the bins and onto the small extension of the house I then slowly but cautiously crawl through her window. I’m in. I can see her through the window walking towards the house. I quickly rush around to try and find the perfect hiding spot. before I hide I select my weapon of choice which is my trusty cheese wire and then swiftly sneak into the cupboard. I hear her enter through the font door. I’m shaking dew to all the excitement. I have been itching for this kill ever since I laid eyes on her.

I can hear her now she is coming up the stairs. She enters the room I can see her through the slit of the cupboard. She flicks on the light to her room and walks straight to her window. I could just imagine dropping that heavyset window right on her neck instantly snapping it. It would be an accident. She just so happened to be leaning out of the window when suddenly it slides down instantly killing her. No I thought to myself it would still be a bit suspicious. I might as well stick to the plan. She just about shut the window and was about to get undressed. The perfect time to strike. I thought to myself. Just as she was taking off her skirt I looked to my left. Two sets of yellow piercing eyes staring back at me! I jump a little she didn’t hear me. I quickly flick on the light of my phone and shine it to my left. What I saw was a scene from a horror film. Two mutilated fresh corpses hung up in the cupboard like a couple of three peace suits completely drained of their blood. It was even more fucked up than the type of stuff I had ever done before. I look back out of the slit holding my breath of fear.

I can see her standing there staring right at me. She smiles. The hunter has now become the hunted. “I have waited for you Jacob” she says smiling at me. I stay silent. “Do you think the whole time you have been watching me I have been completely oblivious to your presence? How stupid do you think I am? she moves closer to the cupboard I am too shocked to move. She doesn’t move… she.. hovers. Oh my god what is she. As she gets closer I can see in her eyes. She is not HUMAN! I try to make a run for it but as I do the two mutilated corpses spring to life and grab me. I can’t move their grip is too strong.

She hovers closer and clicks her fingers. The cupboard door flings open exposing my presents. She looks at me and laughs. “There you are” as she utters the words and laughs I can see her teeth grow longer. She stops laughing and looks back at me with demonic eyes. “I am hungry VERY.. VERY.. HUNGRY!

The Bell

The Bell
The year was 1913 John Hawkins was the gravedigger of the town of New Haven. John was a known drunk to the people of New Haven his house sat inside of the graveyard. The townsfolk could hear him beat his wife, Helen, in a drunken rage her screams would go on at all hours of the night. People would see her bruises whenever she would leave, which was a very rare occasion. Until one-day people noticed that Helen was bearing a child. It was heard that she had the child and she died in result of losing to much blood. It was a little boy named Robert Hawkins.
A few years later people would hear the cries of the boy in place of his wife no one even seen the boy hardly at all only to help his father dig the holes for the dead. When the boy was a teen the people would see him more often he was a very small boy with hardly any meat on his bones. As usual when John would start drinking he would take his anger out on Robert until one night in a fit of rage he killed Robert with a blow to the head. When questions started popping up around town of the cause of death of Robert, John would simply answer “He just got sick.” When John would bury the dead he’d attach a bell to each grave so if the ‘dead ‘was alive somehow they could ring it as this was a common occurrence in these times where people in comas were mistaken for dead and so they’d wake up buried alive.
A few months after Roberts death, John was sitting in his living room drinking and listening to the radio, when he heard a faint bell. It was coming from the direction where Roberts grave was. John sat up quickly turning down the radio his ears at full attention very faintly the bell was still ringing. He stood up and put on his boots and grabbed his revolver incase if there were any unwanted grave robbers that John was used too. He walked outside still the bell rang very gently, John notice it was coming from Roberts grave.
John started to run back to the house to grab his shovel nearly falling in the process. He began to dig very quickly in hopes that Robert was down there alive. After an hour he hit Roberts coffin the hollow thud against the wooden box startled John at first. He opened the coffins door. The smell of decomposition filled his nose immediately, still, Robert was dead the lantern illuminated Roberts face which was very white.
“I could’ve swore I heard it.” John said. He closed the door slowly hoping Robert would say something. He reburied Robert making sure the string was in place for the bell. John went inside and went to bed as he laid there remembering the dead look in Roberts eyes. It was almost as if he was looking into the eyes of his wife’s. John remembered when he was a younger man when he met Helen, she was the daughter of his boss John was a construction worker in these times he practically built New Haven. John remembered when he first met Helen she had long blonde hair with long eyelashes and bright blue eyes and a chisel chin. John knew he was going to marry her.
He then remembered the first time he had hit Helen he was of course drunk but that didn’t make it any better. John felt sorrow over fill him. He began to cry.
The next night John was in his living room revisiting the memories he was having last night. When he heard a bell it sounded louder than the one the night before. He got up and grabbed the lantern and his revolver and ran outside it was coming from Roberts grave again this made John eager to hurry and get his shovel. He hurried to Roberts grave and began to dig again, the bell still ringing faster this time. And somewhat low pitch rather than the regular high pitch ringing. It seemed odd to John but he kept digging. About an hour later John hit the coffin again and lifted up the heavy door and Looked down and asked “Robert, can you hear me?” But to no avail. John felt enraged had someone attached another string to the bell and was playing some cruel joke on him. But why did it sound more deep, hollow almost. John put these thoughts aside, it just startled him he was overthinking it. He began to think about the sound it reminded him of the church bells at his wedding he remembered how happy he was. How beautiful Helen looked that day but Helens father did not approve of the marriage John was born to a very poor family his father had died when he was younger which his mother went through many husbands which to a result John had many brothers and sisters John was the middle child but he was expected to work and so his first job was a paper boy when John had enough money saved up he ran away at the age of 13. He thought about this while digging. But the hollow thud broke his focus. He opened the coffin Robert was there dead as the night before.
“What is going on?” John whispered to himself he looked up but then he began to feel eyes upon him, but not just any eyes, Roberts, He could feel the gaze looking at him he glanced down and Roberts eyes were closed. And so John climbed back to the surface and reburied the corpse. He then went back inside, John again laying in his bed remembered his childhood or what seemed to be a childhood he once endured but he remembered how hard he worked to run away from his problems and remembered how Robert was he would always be willing to help even though he knew his father would reject and abuse him, John believed that Robert truly did love his father and John could see in his eyes that Robert took pity upon him. John finally fell asleep.
The next night John wasn’t even in the mood to drink he couldn’t get the murder he committed out of his head and he was filled with sorrow for all the people who have left his life, he wasn’t entirely sure where his mother or siblings were or even cared. The Cuckoo clock dinged and john glanced up it was 12 o’clock but beyond the cuckoo clock john could hear it the bell it was loud very loud as if a church bell was beside his window as this was going on the cuckoo clock was still ringing seeming to get higher in pitch John cupped his hands over his ears but to no avail the bells chime seemed low and was vibrating the house very badly plates and various bottles of whiskey were falling off tables and counters John was terrified with each pound of the bell slugged his chest knocking the wind out. He stood up and starting running outside only to find that every bell attached to each grave was ringing, the only thought was Robert and what he did sorrow pounding his heart with each slug now his mind was numb with mournful thoughts of death he ran back inside and grabbed the bible under his pillow and finally screamed out
“I did it! I murdered Robert it was me! Forgive me all mighty God Please forgive me holy spirit please rebuke this spirit that is tormenting me forgive me!”
The next morning the town of New Haven awoke to find out John Hawkins was dead, he had died in his sleep, but the most peculiar part was there was a bell placed beside him on his nightstand.

Dark Rosè

I was standing next to my little sister as she blew out the candles. ” Happy birthday Sally !” I sang as the little birthday girl giggled. Today was my little sister’s birthday , and she was turning seven.

Walking in the kitchen was our mother , and she was carrying a present that was the same height as her. ” What is that mommy ?” Asked Sally but the middle aged woman only smiled and said “Well open it and see my dear.”

The seven year old wasted no time opening her present and soon enough it was opened. There standing in it was a my size doll that looked so real. ” Wow is that mine mommy !” Asked Sally when the woman nodded her head the little girl’s smile got even bigger.

After I got done washing the dishes I decided to head to my room and read. While walking I saw my sister standing playing with her new doll. When she saw me in the hallway she waved me over.

” What is it Sally ?” The little girl pointed at the doll and said ” Feel her August she feels so real.” Confident I put my pale hand on the doll’s brown face. ‘ Wow this doll feels so real it’s creepy.’ Taking away my hand I began to examen the doll.

The doll had light brown skin with black shoulder​ length hair. Her eyes were brown and she was wearing a black dress with red roses on it . ” So what did you name her ?” I ask facing my little sister and she smiled . ” Her name is Rosè .” looking back at doll I can see why she named it that. Saying good night I went to my room and read my favorite book . Little did I know a certain doll was watching my every move.

The next morning, my mother and I were cleaning up the kitchen when a certain question came to my head. ” Hey Mom can I ask you something ?” The blonde lifted her head and nodded. ” Where did you get that doll from yesterday?” My mother turned to wash the remaining dishes and replied. ” I got it from an old friend of mine why ?”

” No reason just wondering where did you find a doll so creepy is all.” Grinning the older woman only shook her head and continue to wash the dishes.

When I got home from school , I decided to head up to my room and do some of my homework. When I arrived to my room I was greeted with a awful sight. My walls looked like someone took a red marker and made sloppy little flowers on them. Angry I know exactly who did this .

I opened her door to find her doing the creepy doll’s make up. She smiled at me but soon it disappeared when she saw my glare. ” What is wrong sister ?” she asked so innocently . Walking closer to her I calming asked her . ” Why did you draw flowers on my walls?” Tilting her head she looked at the doll then back at me . ” I didn’t do that .” She said continuing to do the doll’s make up. I breathed threw my nose then let it out . ” Then who did it then if it was not you?” I asked and her next reply sent me to the edge. ” It was Rosè , she did it because she likes you.” Quickly I grabbed her arm tightly and dragged her out of the room.

She tried to get out of my grip , but I did not let go. ” If you don’t want to tell me the truth you can tell Mom then.”
After I said that Sally started to struggle even more but I was stronger. Finally we made it to our mother who was in the living room watching a movie. When she saw us she paused it. ” What do you two want?” She asked looking at us confused. ” Sally took a red marker and drew flowers on my walls.” After I finished talking our mother looked at Sally beside me. ” Sally dear, why did you draw on your sister’s walls with a marker ?” Shaking her head the little girl was still sticking to her same story.

” It wasn’t me mommy it was Rosè.” Sighing our mother continued to scold her youngest daughter. ” Now Sally you know lying is bad. I am going to ask that you go to bed without dinner tonight.” The little girl started tearing up and broke from my grip. We both watched as she ran up the stairs crying.

It was 8:30 , so I decided to get ready for bed. As I was putting my hair in a ponytail , I heard my sister talking . ‘ Who is she talking to ?’ I thought . I opened her door only to find her talking to that doll. ” What in the world are you doing ?” I asked. The seven year old only shook her head and said ” I told Rosè what you did and she is not happy.” Crossing my arms I laughed. ” Oh yeah like the freak of nature is going to do something.” After I said that Sally and I began throwing insults at each other. ” You know both of you have something in common . You both are stupid and freaky look.” Sally started to cry and screamed for me to get out and I did.

Waking up in my bed the next day, I saw that there where scratch marks on my arms with a frowning face drawn on the back of my hand. Frustrated I got up and looked for a certain pest. Sally was sitting at the kitchen table eating her breakfast until she felt a hard slap on her cheek. Looking up she saw her older sister glaring at her. ” What was that for ?” Asked Sally but I slapped her one more time before answering. ” That was for scratching and drawing on me last night. ” ,Sally wiped her tears before replying, ” It wasn’t me , it was Rosè.” Angry I let out a frustrated sigh and glared at her. ” I swear I hate you sometimes.” Sally glared back and said ” Your gonna regret saying that. She is watching​ us you know.” What she said kinda scared me little . I August a fifteen Year old was scared of what a seven year said me. I watched her walk upstairs​ to her room and closed the door.

It was a Saturday night and I was home alone. My mother was working late and the little pest was at a sleepover . ‘ Finally I get some time to my self.’ I thought relaxing on my bed I began to think about the doll. ‘ Something isn’t right with that thing .’ Hopefully she will get tire of it like she did with the others.

I flinched as a loud crash was heard from downstairs​. Sitting up from my bed I went to go check it out. Tiptoeing downstairs I turned on the kitchen light only to find a glass on the tile floor broken. Carefully I picked up the shards and put them in the trash. Looking at the counter I noticed some knives where missing. ‘ Maybe mother misplaced them or something.’ Turning my back to the counter I got the feeling of being watched ,But I shrugged it off. Heading towards the kitchen door something in the corner caught my eye.

Looking back I saw my little sister’s doll standing next to the dining table. ‘ Oh great .’ I thought as the doll was smiling and staring at me. Walking up to the doll I decided to put it back in Sally’s room. Reaching out my hand to grab it , but instead I watched in horror as the doll’s face change to a glare and tried to bite me. Scared I stumble back against the kitchen wall as the life size doll came to life and glared at me. ” What’s the matter ?” She said grinning at me . I could not believe it , this thing was alive the whole time. Trying to be tough I asked the doll ” What do you want? ”

The doll stared at me until I realized she had something behind her back. Pulling out two knives that belongs on the counter. She pointed one at me and simply said ” I want you love” and threw one of the knives at my head missing by an inch.

Scared I screamed and dashed out of the kitchen with the doll laughing following behind me. Once I made it to the stairs I felt something grabbed on to my leg and felt a sharp pain on my calf . I looked into the crazed eyes of the doll and kick her with all my might . She let go and fell down the stairs while I quickly got up and limped to the first room I saw. Limping in and locking the door I saw the room had a window . Looking at the window I noticed it was the type that does not open. ‘ Well of course it is Sally’s room after all.’ Then suddenly loud footsteps were heard coming up the stairs.

Quickly I got in Sally’s closet and closed the door . Dump Dump Dump my heart was beating so hard I could hear it. Sweat began forming on my forehead as I heard the doll talking and getting closer. ” Well look at this it seems the victim left me a little blood trail.” I heard the door Knob jiggle as she tried to open it. ” Hum it is locked oh well.” I sighed as I heard her footsteps going away from the door.
‘ Maybe this is my chance to escape.’ As I was going to open the closet door I flinched as the bedroom door burst open with force. My heart started to beat like crazy as her footsteps came closer to the closet.

Then suddenly the closet door swung open and on the other side was the crazy doll standing there grinning. ” I found you love !” She shouted and grabbed my ponytail and pulled me out of the closet. Struggling we both fell to the floor and started wrestling . I started slapping her as she grabbed me by my throat . I noticed the doll’s eyes change to a crimison red. I watched as she lifted the knife in the air and watched in slow motion as it came towards my chest . I felt extreme pain and the last thing I saw was the doll smiling at me before I gave into the darkness.

Lilly finally got off from work. It was 10:30 pm and she was planning to go to sleep. Walking in her house saw the lights were still on . ” August I’m home .” Said Lilly but she was met with silence. ‘ Strange usually she answers me back.’ The woman thought before walking towards the stairs . Lilly started to get worried as she saw a blood trail leading up the stairs. ” August !” Shouted Lilly as she followed the blood trail to Sally’s room. Lilly opened the door and saw the most terrifying scene ever . Before her was her daughter hanging from the ceiling fan with stab wounds all over her body and her eyes where missing. The poor woman called the police but they found nothing . While a certain doll was watching the whole event laughing. you Can’t spell Slaughter without Laughter.

I’m sorry

By Knockknock

It is a very uncommon deficit, those words stay with me… Its what the doctor told my dad, what my dad told me, and what the kids at school made fun of me for…

Termolophlaemene, or TPM, its been my closest enemy ever since I was born. Not a lot is known of it but what is known still terrifies me to this day. Around the age of 7 was when it really decided to kick in. I had already had a very difficult social life, I had no friends, my mother was killed in a car accident… She died in my arms that night, I had recently been homeschooled on account of my “deficit” so starting school in the middle of second grade with traumatizing imprints on my mind. It didn’t make it easier having uncontrollable and somewhat violent children running around.

I couldn’t focus. I actually couldn’t focus, I wish I could say that was the worst it got. But anyways I would always and I mean always nod off in class, learning simple addition and subtraction was the last thing on my mind. I had.. Imagined things, things no one should ever imagine, I pictured I was inside the mind of a soldier that had just experienced shell shock, the twisted and insane mentality that made him do unspeakable things to himself, I imagined I was a poltergeist terrorizing an innocent family, I laughed and bathed in the utter raw dread and fear the family had knowing I would brutally murder a child that night, right in the middle of these fantasies my teacher would slam a book on my desk to get me on task. I would apologize to her in advance, she thought I was apologizing for nodding off. She had no clue.

I was sent to the counselor for the remainder of the day, he would ask me over and over why I couldn’t focus. My father being too ashamed to inform the school of my problem, I had to improvise and say that its just a child’s mind taking him 1000 miles away form where he actually was. He wasn’t buying it. So I decided to bite the bullet and tell him about my issue and what I had imagined. He had looked at me with this sort of remorse that also included fright. He asked what else I might ofimagined over the course of the day. I figured nothing bad would come out of this, even though my dad told me not to tell anyone about my problem, I felt like I was safe here. So I’d tell him how I imagined that I was a doctor somewhere in the Victorian era, no anesthetics, bacteria infested equipment, a dim lit room with a few candles. While a man lay before me screaming in agony begging me to just end his life. All the while I was carefully remodeling and moving the broken femur bones and putting them back in their place.
I had explained to him my very own thought as an SS officer. Ruthlessly ending the life of another vermin. One after the other, I had taken a shotgun, and I would put caves into each one of their chests, the screams. They only got louder when I had started using a knife. Apologizing and laughing after each one.

He had previously asked me to stop explaining but I was too endulged in my thoughts to notice. He had asked me what the name of my condition. And I told him the name, he then asked me what it does to my brain exactly. And seeing how I knew nothing of it at the time. I improvised again. I told him around the age of two, I was apparently the victim of a victim of a vicious dog attack, I was repeatedly dragged and thrown around while the k,9’s teeth sank deeper and deeper into my brain, while I was helpless to to anything against it, to add to the brain damage, a passed by who saw the attack tried to help by beating the dog with a stick until the dog left, I could hear the bones inside the dog as they were broken and shuffled around in its body, all the while the woman didn’t stop beating this dog, some of her blows reached me and I could hear my own skull cracking against the force of her. The whole time I’m trying to mumble out barely audible words. I’m sorry. And The counselor didn’t tale that very well.

That’s when everything went from ok to really bad. My father had been sent to civil court on belief that he had abused me and neglected me, and he won the trial but it was a bit ironic.

He started drinking. He started to yell and scream. He started to hit me. The beatings were terrible. I would have something sprained by the end of every lashing. At least I was able to zone out while I was being bashed to what was at one pint the next month in a full body cast. I had constantly told him I’m sorry. Just like my teacher.
I had asked for a meeting with my councelor, my father, my teacher, and my doctor, and after two years of constant pleading and begging I had finally got what I asked for. I was nine then and I had moved to another class since those two years but I begged for my teacher I had then. The teacher and the councelor had been informed on what my current situation was. The beatings, and my father had once again been taken to civil court, found guilty and spent the next 6 years in prison. After the gavel hit, my father was being escorted outside and I shouted I’m sorry about five times. He looked at me with hatred as he was to be gone until I was a teenager. And once again, I said under my breath. I’m sorry.

I had still gone to school staying with a neighbor knowing about what was going on.there was kids but they were way older than I was. A 17 year old and a 15 year old. Mr and Mrs tentri were usually never around. So the only company I had was these older kids. They would never want to be around me. They thought I would hurt them somehow. So one day I went up to them and said. “Melanie, Brendon, I’m really sorry. I know I scare you sometimes and I don’t mean to. I just want to be friends. And Melanie had sympathy for me and she had handed me an extra controller to play video games with them, I really took a liking to her. She was the only one nice enough to invite me to hang out with them. But Brendon disliked this. He complained the whole way. Melanie tried to defend me but nothing worked. He called me names and very often shoved me out of The way. One last time I told him I’m sorry. So one night. I grabbed a knife from the kitchen, but as Mr and Mrs tentri never left anything sharp around us I only found use for a butter knife. He gurguled and screamed all the while the dull knife went furtwand further into his Adams apple. While he was wriggling around I ran to Melanie’s room asking her to come see what I did. So we rushed to Brendon’s room. The high pitch scream deafening my hearing for a bit threw me off guard meanwhile Melanie grabbed me and started shaking me. Violently she shook me as Brendon struggled to remove the knife from his throat. Melanie finally let go of me but started dialing the police. So I had to snatch the phone from her and I pushed it down her throat. And I took the knife from Brendon as he was about to die anyways and I pushed it into Melanie’s throat to keep her from getting the phone out.
The only thing I could do next was leave. I stayed back at my house for a while, trying to hide whenever police aruved and an investigation started.

I was scared, frightens on what I might have done for these 6 years, they all should have been when I was.
One day I thought it was smart to go back to school, just one more time. I went into the counselors office to talk and release stress. I had apologized to him, and him saying “what for?” Was what I was looking for, I had taken the color pencil I had and the stress ball on the table and shoved the end of the pencil into his eye socket, then to muffle the screams that the principal would have heard, I had stuffed the stress ball down his throat. I repeated to then stab him in the chest with safety scissors, as they were the only other sharp object in the room, and I watched him as he died. The sounds of muffled gurgurling filled my adrenaline ten fold. I had come up with the excuse that the councelor thought it was about time I was to go back to class, lunch was not yet over but I had that alibi for if someone who knew where I was supposed to be had seen me. I snuck into ms. Carol’s class and she welcomed me in with open arms and within a spilt second looked at me an utter horror. I ran at her with all the force I had in me and dug my fingers into both her eyes, at this point I didn’t care if anyone heard because I would have dissapeard for 5 and a half years after that. Pushing my fingers into her skull until I had nothing left but knuckle and fist to see, I had heard the kids line up to wait for class to start up again.

Deciding that my deficit was the cause behind my acts like of aggression, I moved in with my life. This nice safe place, where all I have is my thoughts and I. I had gone to the local library to figure out what was left that I didn’t know about my problem, I found that there is a nueron in the cerebral part of my brain.. That is eating away at itself, leaving the rest of it to slowly decompose the part of my brain that decides judgment. Being disgusted by this I had preformed evasive surgery.. Since I wouldn’t have any access to anasthetics I decided clentching a razor blade in my other hand would distract me from the sounds of the drill. I like to think to this day that the surgery worked.

When I turned 10 I felt like it would be a great present to myself to go inform my doctor that I had made a full recovery. And to apologize for any inconvenience I put him through. Walking to the hospital where I was diagnosed I had a feeling ofpeople watching me. Which wasn’t odd seeing as how a small child wearing a winter coat in the middle of july was walking by himself. I had been stopped by the police no more than 30 minutes from where I needed to go, they had asked me what was wrong and why I couldn’t be on the streets by myself, and acting like the new recovered form of my self I told them thank you and and I gave them directions to what they thought was my home. Along the way they gave me sympathetic stories of when they were children and how their mothers always made them wear big coats. I had told them what happened to my mother. And they asked then why I had such a big coat, and I told them why I had it. In fact I showed them. I had stuck my arm around the passenger and had her in a hold while I repeatedly shot her until the other officer stopped the car and trued to pull his pistol out at me, but my deficit giving me the adrenaline needed, I took the dead officer’s gun and had it right under the other officers head and orders him to drive to the hospital, I told him I was very sorry after he denied to take me. I took the pistol I had and removed his jaw from the rest of his head.

Finally at the hospital, I asked the front desk where I could find doctor Friedman, being escorted to his room I was so happy and exited. I could tell him that I took matters into my own hand and preformed the surgery on my self, taking off my hoodie and showing him my scar, as his finger was on the phone ready to call security I took the scalpel that I knicked off a passing cart down the hall way, and I slit his throat, I was disgusted by the amount of blood there was. It was just too much to be real. Like in the movies.

I feel like a new man now, its been five years since then, about to be six actually. It’s only a couple weeks now until I can tell my dad how sorry I am.