Well hello...I've never written or kept one of these things before, but I guess it is out of puree boredom that I have chosen to write in this. I have never looked at a diary for such a long time, I guess the last time I looked at one was when I was younger and my friends and I would read my sister's diary. I guess I was about eleven or twelve, you never really keep track of these sort of things after such a period of time, but my friend Ben and I would sneak in every week to read what was going on in her life. It's really odd how one could be so interested in another's life and even more so when you find out how many secrets this person has or maybe you discover that they aren't the same person as they appear to be. I have never understood the concept of writing in a diary, it's something you write and no one ever reads. What does that say about a person? Could it actually be a sign that they may be writing to themselves and that could imply that all have split personalities and just are not aware of it? Now, I have every intention of keeping this diary open to anyone that may wish to read these scraps of paper that will end up in the trash or I will stop writing in after days. I've never really liked the word "diary." What kind of word is "diary" anyhow? I think that the proper name really should be journal. So this book from now on shall be referred to as Jordan's Journal.

Day 2 of writing in this little book. I guess the entertainment of television and news has stopped amusing me. I can't imagine how someone could sit down and watch the same shows or other shows exactly like it everyday and still be entertained. Why do we have so many channels if all we watch are a few favorites and the shows that they watch are completely pointless in the first place? Most of these shows don't even have episodes that link to each other. My dad watched a lot of TV. I never understood why either. Everyday he'd sit down in the same spot and watch the same shows that were usually re-runs. My dad was always the type to own the most expensive objects ever. It didn't matter if it was the best or not, just so long as it could be bragged about to his other friends and such. He didn't even like talking about my sister or me. He'd avoid talking about either one of us at the parties he constantly held, but when he had no other choice he would introduce us as "These are the kids, they're smart." And that would be the end of it. Of course his friends weren't interested in us at all, it was just that we existed…that was enough for them. My sister at this point was roughly around 19 and I was about 16. So I guess we were used to this by now. High school however was different.

Day 3

I guess you can say that there really are different types of people. There are of course the kids that have way too much money and are incredible at sports. I don't know, but that's the way it works, if you're good at sports, you're automatically rich. It's a gene thing or something rather. There are the kids that don't care what happens at school; they're just there. The over-achievers and the classic smart kids that perhaps lack social skills, and the kids that try to be cool. Where did I fit in? That's a good question I guess. I guess I was a little bit of all of them. I wasn't popular, I was rich, I was good at sports, I tried to be cool, and I didn't really care what went on in school. Girls were a constant reason for my lack of academic attention. Let's see…the first girl I ever loved hmm…was of course Angel. It didn't start this way now… in fact I had to work more for that relationship than anything else. It started the way any normal relationship would, I tried talking to her and she knew I liked her. But something was wrong…something was always wrong… We went out to the mall to grab something to eat while we talked, and of course me being the idiot that I am, spilled both trays I was carrying back to the table right on Angel. Now everyone in the mall saw this and bursted out laughing. She wasn't too thrilled about this so she slowly got up and went to the bathroom, it was humiliating enough to clean up the mess but even worse when I got up to put the tray away but as I turned around the tray smacked her in the face and gave her a bloody nose. She got up yet again and told me she never wanted to see me again. So I arranged for another meeting while sending a constant supply of flowers. So eventually we got back together and dated for 3 years.

Day 4

After high school I didn't go to attend college like I wanted. I mean hell…it's just more school that I won't listen to. Angel went to college; I haven't seen her since. I guess that takes us to today sort of. That was my life and I was able to tell the story in a few pages. A few fucking pages is what my life amounts up to. I guess that's just how things go.

Day 5

Well…maybe I should get out and do something. At this point it wouldn't have to be something useful, just anything. So far all I've done is sit down in the room and think. It's really amazing what you can do with a little discipline. I think I should leave somewhere.

Day 6

It's strange. I woke up this morning and found that I wasn't in my apartment. I was actually in a house. I have no idea how I got there. I was in my friend Mary's house and I couldn't begin to explain what happened because I have no idea myself. She wasn't home when I woke up and I slept on the couch so I guess that rules out a few thoughts.

Day 7

I found out I was taken from my apartment as a joke to see what I'd do if I suddenly woke up somewhere else. What kind of joke is that? Don't they know that doing something like that can seriously mess with your head? I don't get it. The worst things amuse some people. Wrestling? If it's fake and they know it, why do they watch it? Does the violence amuse them that much? Enough to make them think that it's real? I wonder if that's a problem. Not wanting the truth then convincing yourself of your own truth?

Day 8

Do people ever shut up? Why can't we just sit down and shut up? Is there really a need to constantly make some sort of noise with our mouth? It's not essential to our survival. Sometimes people bother me greatly. It's the fact that people stop in the middle of walking to converse with other people. And then they bitch about how slow people walk and complain about the crowd. I don't understand people. And I probably never will. Is it a bad thing to hate people? I don't know if I'll ever get used to anyone anymore. I wish Angel were still here.

Day 9
Everyday I get more and more frustrated with myself; I picked up the phone last night and almost called her. I don't know what would happen. Are we still in love? I don't know. I don't think I even know the meaning of that anymore. I've already stopped hanging out with most of my usual friends. Chris and Kyle were good guys but they had too much to talk about and needed every luxury known to mankind. I hate that. I hate sleep, I hate food, I hate socializing and I hate everything that makes a person lower themselves closer to being less human. Then there's Hector. He's a good guy and I don't wish to bring hell into his life. He seems to have things straight. I really wish I could just close my eyes and fix the world. I guess that'd be an answer to the question "If you were a superhero, what super power would you want?"

Day 10

I got a little too bored and I have decided to go out and make people realize how stupid something's really are. Like take for instance, today. I went into a church while they preached about god, I asked if I could say something and of course he replied "Son, this is a house of god." So I took the podium. I got up and told everyone the bible is a conspiracy. It really is when you think about it. If you're a monk, you detest people killing and stealing; you want to find a way to make people stop. You must fake a supreme punishment and just for good measure a big reward for being good. We all know this, but don't realize it. We tell kids about Santa and presents if you're good and lumps of coal if you're not. How's this any different? If god is so high and mighty, why's Armageddon always a threat? If something good happens, then it's god's doing…but if something bad happens, it's for a good reason under god. Really, what the hell is that supposed to mean? People or gods, they are all changed eventually, by greed or leisure, which in today's world is not an option. So of course after I was done, I was kicked out but a few followed my path and stopped going to the church. This may be a step in the right direction.

Day 11

I finally did it. I called her. She was actually happy I called. But for some reason…I didn't feel love, I just felt, level, stable. I wasn't such a fucking mess anymore. Thing's were clear. I only asked to see her again and she said that'd be great. So I must get myself ready. I don't know why I didn't say anything else on the phone. I guess there wasn't anything to say. I can't think of anything completely necessary. So I hung up. I hope to see her soon.

Day 12

Bad luck huh? I guess this proves everything is against me. Dead. Just as things were getting interesting, just as the pieces were locking to the right puzzle, it was a car. One stupid car that decided to take away the one nice thing about this horrible place. Horrible… I don't understand. It really is my life now isn't it? I suppose "god" had a reason. Well all I can say is that if he's real, he won't be when I follow.

Day 13

I started going out with my friends again. It makes me sick. I can't stand to hear all the words that come out of their mouth. It's irritating me to the very last sound that comes out of their mouth. But something was different this time. I felt something, I'm not sure what it was, but if frightened me. I didn't know what was wrong. My blood ran cold, I couldn't see, and then everything seemed unreal. I didn't know what was going on. I hope It's something big, maybe it'll get me somewhere interesting in life.

Day 14

I know what it is. It's death. I felt it. I went out with my friends again. While we were walking on the street, I was carrying a spoon from the ice cream we ate, and I just imagined what it'd be like to take that spoon and use it as a murder weapon against a total stranger on the street. Now I know that a plastic eating utensil would have no effect on the human flesh, but if it did… I had a vision of it. I could see it, feel it. I felt my blood run cold, it felt like it really happened, and that's when I felt afraid again. I'm afraid I might actually snap and do it someday. But it's something to write about.

Day 15

It gets worse… My friends. I did it to my friends. I thought of what it'd be like to murder my friends. It felt the same. In my mind, I killed them, but they didn't even know it. Angel's funeral was today. I didn't go. I don't know why. I guess the family is thinking I'm an asshole, but I don't really care for them anymore. It's too bad, I wonder if she's giving god a hard time?

Day 16

Today was a good day. I got rid of those pests that wouldn't shut their filthy mouths. They irritated the hell out of me and I finally silenced them. And I imagine I can relax much more now. There are less and less people at annoy me now. I can't say it's a bad thing either. I just hope they don't come back to bother me some more. God must have a handful of work to do…

Day 17

An officer stopped me today. He came to my house and asked me questions I didn't like. He was too…too…I don't know but I sure as hell wasn't going to take it. He went on and on and on about nonsense. I didn't understand a word he was saying. I don't think he'll bother anymore people for awhile either. I took some stuff from his car though, I now have really cool lights for my room.

Day 18

I think I'm in trouble. There's people outside. People who are mad. Mad at me. I don't know what it is I've done. They're calling me a madman and a sick person. But it's crazy, I feel fine. I haven't been sick in a long time. Some more officers came over. They were hostile. Guns, I hate guns. I see them as a sign of weakness. Those cops were weak. I hated them. There are more and more people outside now. Helicopters and cameras, I think I'm on TV now. I don't have a TV anymore. I'm tired. I think I'll pick up the officer's gun and show them real power. I got up out of the house, with gun in hand, I start approaching the lights and the cars that circle the house. I hear voices shouting. I can't understand a word they are saying, but it's really loud. I see one officer pointing his gun at me. I raised my gun up and pull the trigger at one of the officers faces. The gun explodes and sends a metal slug projecting out. A explosion focused in one direction. In this case, an explosion focused at one's face.

Day 19

I went to heaven. It's really nice up here. People don't bother me. I'm comfortable, I don't have any officers bothering me. I have a comfy bed but I don't use it. Angel visited me. Ironically, Angel's brought Angel to see me. Haha that's funny. So I talked to her. She said she's fine and she hopes to see me later. Ben, Hector, Mary, and Chris came today too. They said they were gonna help me out and get everything together while I start me new life in heaven. The perfect life. I got to met god too. But he's not like the robe-wearing priest. He wears a nice black suit with the dark navy stripes and he is almost bald. Not at all like you'd picture god. He sat down and talked to me and asked why I would want to do such horrible things to my friends and why do I lie so much. I didn't understand what he was talking about. He sighed and looked down from his glasses and across his clipboard and put his pen down. He asked again. "Why do you want to do bad things to your friends?" I replied. "Man god, what the hell is your problem? They tried to read my journal."

Jordan Starky Napoleon

In a small city on the coast of Japan, lived a young man by the name of Air. He awoke in his small room with the sunlight greeting him. His eyes squinted and slowly opened. He rolled over and looked on the end table. His Jesi belt stared at him. He shook his head and grabbed the belt. As he climbed out of bed, he realized he didn't change his clothes from the day before. He shrugged and ran down stairs. A true Jesimon™ trainer isn't concerned with hygiene! Air came to the bottom of the stairs and was welcomed by his mother's voice. "Air! Professor Redwood wanted you to stop by. Do you want me to save your money?" Air simply shook his head and said farewell. As he looked outside his house, he noticed everyone was walking back and forth in a path. Air shook the feeling and headed over to Redwood's lab. Air pushed open the glass door and walked past several men in lab coats carefully working instruments. One man looked up from his desk. "Air! Good to see you!" Redwood stood in a white lab coat with a red shirt that made it seem he was crazy…crazy with knowledge! "I've got two surprises for you. The first is that there's a Jesimon™ tournament in Turquoise City! The second thing is…" Redwood turned around and went through tools, then turned around again. He tossed a jesicross to Air. Air snatched it. Redwood grinned. "It's Werejesi." Air looked at the jesicross. Redwood continued. "It's still powerful during the day, but at night, it's power doubles!! So hurry up! Get to Turquoise City now!" Air nodded and left the building. Air walked past several houses until he reached the edge of the town. Before he could take a step that would begin his journey, "Stop!" A voice pierced Air. He turned around to reveal his rival, Oxy. "Ha! Are you thinking about entering the tournament? Well you shouldn't, so let's go! Go Snakejesi!" Ash took a stance. "I choose you ninja jesus!!" He grabbed his jesicross and flung it to the ground. The cross popped open and a round jesus wrapped in a dark blue ninja uniform. Like all Jesimon™, Ninja jesus stands at one foot. Ninja jesus stared down snake jesus. Snake jesus stood in his snake suit and began to walk towards ninja jesus. Air saw the fore-coming attack. "Ninja jesus! Dodge!" The ninja nodded and began to move. As the Snake jesus finally reached Ninja jesus, he slowly swung his arm at the ninja's face. Ninja jesus slowly crawled to the ground, dodging the attack. As the Snake jesus noticed his attack missed, Ninja jesus slowly barrel rolled away. Air pulled out his jesidex. The two Jesimon™ slowly moved towards and around each other. Air finally pulled up snake jesus' info. Air called out. "Use ninja strike on his belly! Go!" Ninja jesus got a jogging start. Snake jesus' eyes widened. Ninja dropped to the ground on one knee and slowly swung his hand and hit Snake jesus. The snake fell to the ground and stayed out. Oxy snarled. "That may have worked! But I've got a new weapon!" Oxy put his hand over his jesicross. This jesicross was encased with black. "STOP!" The trainers turned to the source of the voice. Redwood stood there. "Oxy! Back off! Air's on his way to the tournament! Leave him!" Oxy closed his eyes and grinned. "We'll settle this later, when gramps isn't around to save you. Smell you later!" Oxy left. Redwood shrugged and left. Air looked up to the sky and felt the cool air. Air found the next city…Vertigan. It was getting late, but he had energy to spare. He walked towards the Jesimon™ gym ahead. Air eyed some kids playing Yu-Gi-Oh! Air snickered "Losers…" Air found himself in front of the Jesimon™ gym. His hand ran across his jesibelt. Three jesicrosses were on it. He figured he had enough to defeat this gym leader. The door creaked open and moonlight poured in. There was a man leaning against the wall. "You wish to challenge me? Fine! Let's go!!" Air quickly went for his cross. "Ninja jesus! I choose you!" Ninja jesus popped out and yawned. The man snickered and pulled out a cross-shaped jesicross made out of rock. "Go Rock Jesus!" A heavy, round rock appeared. The rock slowly moved to form arms and legs. "Ninja jesus! Don't let him intimidate you! Ninja strike! Go!" Ninja jesus leaped towards the rock and struck with a mighty blow. The gym leader laughed. "Fools! It's made of rock! How are you going to beat him like that!?" Sure enough, the rock did not budge. It instead spun around and put its arm out. His forearm landed square on Ninja jesus' head. Ninja jesus stumbled back, squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed the sore wound. "Ninja jesus! You've done your part. Return!" The gym leader smirked. Air got an idea. He looked through the window. "Werejesi! I choose you!" A rounded wolf-jesus appeared. "Tackle!" Air shouted. The gym leader gasped. "What is that!?" Werejesi picked up the boulder and tackled him through the wall. Werejesi quickly sprang back, ready for action. The rock was now on its back, unable to move. "Return Werejesi!" Werejesi nodded and returned to his jesicross. Air reached for his last jesicross. "Finish him off…MAGE JESUS!!!" A jesus appeared out of the cross holding a walking stick with a jewel at the end of it where the knot was. "Use water rush!" called Air. Mage jesus waved his wand while whispering words. Suddenly, a giant blast of water overtook Rock jesus. As the rush of water cleared, the rock jesus laid motionless. The gym leader just opened his jesicross with his eyes still closed, he returned his Jesimon™. "You truly are powerful." He then tossed a small item at Air. Air caught it and examined it. It showed to be a rock star. One of the many stars that would allow him into the final showdown at Vertigan. As Air exited the gym, he thanked the gym leader for the match and hurried out the door. After all, he had more gyms to visit.

An early summer morning hinted at a good day for everyone. This did not apply for a particular man. He lay in bed completely still. The clock edged to six-thirty. The man immediately opened his eyes to his empty apartment. The construction paper taped to the windows blocked out any indication of the time of day. Darkness clouded the room for so long that a thin layer of fog hugged the room. The man rose to his feet and calmly got dressed. He wore a Polo shirt with the smooth creases and trousers in need of ironing. He slowly walked out the door of his apartment and headed down the stairs. As he reached the bottom floor, the old land-lady was standing at the foot of the stairs in her worn-out pink bathrobe and hair curlers still wrapped in her hair, taking out her garbage. She called out to him.

“Mr. Marcassi! Still working early are you? I don’t suppose you could help an old lady with her trash?” Marcassi sighed. He did not enjoy disrupting his schedule.

“Of course Mrs. Lucan.” He walked over quickly to assist an old lady. As he opened the trash bin, Mrs. Lucan tried to strike up conversation.

“Are you up to your experiments again Mr. Marcassi?”

“Yes I am afraid so. I appreciate you allowing me to use the cellar. I know there are much better ways to utilize a cellar than for a crackpot’s experiments.” Mrs. Lucan and Marcassi both raised the trash bags together and closed the bin. Mrs. Lucan slightly smiled.

“Oh no. I’ve got nothing to put in a cellar. It’s better to have a genius’s studies occupy the cellar than a old lady’s rotting furniture.” Marcassi sighed as he began to slowly take steps back to the cellar stairs.

“Well, intelligence is something defined by others and not myself. Good day.” Marcassi quickly made for the stairs leading down. Time was the most precious element of experiments and productivity. Marcassi took a deep breath and grasped the knob to the cellar door. The familiar feel of the cold knob welcomed him. He slowly turned the handle and descended further down the stairs. As he reached the last step into the hazy cement room, he saw his assistant leaning back in the chair scratching his head with a pencil.

“Do you ever work? All day you sit there in your lab coat and talk constantly.” His assistant laughed and leaned forward in his chair.

“Look at it this way, I’m here for moral support. Without me, you’d probably go insane with how much time you spend down here.” Marcassi chuckled at his assistant’s remark.

“I suppose you’re right, but would it really hurt to pretend to work? Flip through some papers, sharpen a pencil, dig through your pockets, anything.” The assistant laughed heartily as he dug through his pockets.

“Well, I do have something rather helpful for you today.” He nodded towards the desk. Marcassi turned to the desk where an envelope lay. Marcassi slowly picked up the envelope and read the address.

“Stoud Company?” The assistant bowed his head down and stared at the floor. Marcassi cautiously opened the envelope as if it contained dangerous materials. He unfolded the letter and began to take in the news it offered. “It’s been accepted? Our research has been accepted?” The assistant looked up, grinning.

“Congrats doc.” Marcassi slowly released the letter, letting it float back down to the desk.

“Our research, it will finally mean something.” The assistant turned away for a moment in his chair while drumming a pencil on his head.

“Yeah, finally. Our hard work will pay off.” Marcassi turned sharply.

“Our work? What have you done on this project? Honestly! You haven’t done anything, but sit there in your desk with comments that have nothing to do with our work.” The assistant laughed under his breath.

“Well, maybe if you hadn’t of dragged me into this, I wouldn’t be a factor. I don’t need to remind you what I am.” Marcassi turned away from his assistant. He pushed his hair back.

“I can’t believe I’m talking to you. You don’t even exist. You’re nothing more than a figment of my imagination. You’re just a voice in my head, nothing more. I guess I really am alone.” Marcassi stared at his assistant until he slowly faded away from the chair and left Marcassi alone in the cellar. Marcassi sighed and slowly sulked to the lab table. He picked up a metal box from the table and sighed, “This is it. I can’t do this anymore. I’ve got to do something before I lose my mind.” Marcassi sat himself on the floor. As he sat on the cool floor of the cellar, he felt the metal box numb his hands. He clenched his teeth together and weighed all the pros and cons of his actions. The banging on the cellar door grew louder. More thoughts clouded his mind. The steel in his hand grew warm just before the cellar door flew open. The man looked up to see men flood into the room. The men called out to the man on the floor as he raised the metal object in his hand. His mind suddenly emptied into a void. In his epiphany of understanding, he let out a small laugh. A loud noise pierced the ears of those in the room. With a loud crash, Marcassi finally grasped reality and looked up. There were men in white lab coats standing with blank expressions on their faces. Marcassi examined their lab coats closely. A small label was sewn into their coats; it read “Stoud Company.” Marcassi’s eyes went to the floor and there laid the metal box, smashed along with it’s contents. One of the men from Stoud Company finally looked up and spoke.

“You fool. Why on earth would you do such a thing?” Marcassi looked at the contents of the metal box. Several test tubes full of blood lay on the floor shattered. In the midst of the chaos, he thought about his experiment. His cure, he spent too much time thinking of fame rather than the experiment’s purpose. His thoughts drifted as he stared at the blood crawling across the floor. The blood samples he was testing for his cure, his proof, and his fame. He blamed his assistant for this. The men from Stoud Company turned one by one for the door. They exited slowly and the last man muttered under his breath “Crazy fool destroyed our cure.” Marcassi heard this and silently whispered to himself.

“Your cure and mine.” Marcassi thought back to when he began his project. The cure was for problems, chaos, or his insanity. The room finally emptied out and Marcassi was left alone again. His assistant would not appear again this time. Marcassi sighed and remained on the cold cellar floor. He slowly put his head in his hands and rested on his knees. “I’d rather be insane than be alone. Maybe this is why some do go insane. I’ve wasted so much time alone and without friends that I have gone insane myself. This work, this cure is not just for me, it’s for those poor souls out there that have lost sight of sanity. Somewhere along the lines I guess I forgot that. This is where I’ll remain alone without a cure.”

Childhood fears are perhaps one of the most embarrassing things to recall. As a child, frightening movies or killer clowns did not easily perturb me. My fear had an odd combination of Freddy Krueger and a toilet.

As the youngest in my family, I had always been teased by me oldest sister. She would try to find morbid tales and movies that could scare any child, but I was not any child. I have been raised watching scary movies and hearing the worst tales of gore. However, one movie had me genuinely terrified. A Nightmare on Elm Street is one of the biggest horror movies. It was released in 1984 and my oldest sister had me watch it. A Nightmare on Elm Street had me running from toilets for much of my childhood. There is no correlation between A Nightmare on Elm Street and toilets, but I was an odd child. The lead character Freddy Krueger himself was a bit frightening, but I discovered something much worse.

It was almost like any other trip to the bathroom, but unlike a normal trip, I had just watched Nightmare on Elm Street. After finishing my usual “business”, I leaned over and felt the cold porcelain of the toilet handle. As I slowly pushed down on the handle, I could hear water slowly rushing in, and at the same time, I could hear something inside me snap. I found myself overrun with fear and sprinting back to the living room. In the hallway, I felt as if Freddy himself was chasing me down the hallway. As I approached the living room I slowed to a brisk walk since I noticed my sister was still watching T.V. I quietly sat down without saying a word, trying to hide my secret. As I thought about how silly and embarrassing the whole situation was, I dug my hands frustratingly into the velvet brown couch cushions and clenched my fist.

The problem had pursued me for several months, but over time I had forgotten all about Freddy and the fearsome toilets. However, an unfortunate event led to more fear and chaos. Problems that go unsolved often come back much worse.

Quite sometime later, I was sitting on the floor of my living room. The brown shaggy carpet brushed my legs as I played with my Hotwheel cars. I looked up to see my sister singing along to a tape. I recognized the voice of Will Smith on the tape. As time went by I felt the music fill the room and the hairs on my arm stood on end. I began to take a liking to Will Smith as I swayed back and forth. I did however; notice something strange about the music. I heard many familiar words that spooked me to understand the words. Then, another voice began singing. My eyes looked upwards as if looking into my mind, trying to find the owner of the voice. Just then, my eyes suddenly widened, my muscles grew tense, and my fingers slowly released the red plastic convertible in my hand. The car drifted to the floor and fell softly on the thick brown carpet. My jaw slowly dropped as I leaned away from the stereo as if Freddy himself were creeping towards me. Blood began to rush to my head. I arose from the floor, being careful not to alarm Freddy. With one foot behind the other, I made my way blindly into the hallway. I stumbled into a room and closed the door. My hand ran across the wall searching for the light switch. I could feel cold tile, then rough plaster, finally the cool plastic touch. I pulled my hand upwards, commanding the lights to shine. As the lights shone, I slowly realized I had made my way into the bathroom. I thought nothing of it as I let the blood return from its venture to my head. I was so caught up in a frenzy I had forgotten the countless cups of kool-aid I had drunken earlier. I made my way to the toilet to do my “business.” As I finished, my hand went to the handle. My face froze and I grew terrified. The blood quickly rushed back to my head as the familiar feel of the handle warned my hands. I pushed down on the handle slightly, but when I heard water rushing I quickly released the handle. Five minutes passed before I attempted to leave the bathroom alive. I stared at the handle. Knowing what terror it would bring. I clenched my teeth and said to myself “Not this time. I won’t run away this time.” And I made the bold gesture of pushing the handle down. The rush of water spun clockwise. The bowl filled with water quickly. I felt as if my fear was pouring into the toilet itself. I turned away from the toilet and shut off the lights. “That was the easy part.” I thought to myself as I exited the bathroom. I looked down the long and dark hallway. My legs begged to run, but I remained strong. I stood up straight and walked down the hallway. I closed my eyes. I could feel Freddy sidestepping behind me with his claws right behind me. I opened my eyes to see if the madman was truly there. I parted my eyes and light invited me. It was as if the light of the heavens were greeting me. I opened my eyes fully and saw the light pouring in from the front door. I let out a sigh and a laugh. I joyously returned to my Hotwheel cars that have been waiting patiently.

I am glad to say I went on to never run away from a toilet again. I face the toilet everyday without a second thought just as I watch Nightmare on Elm Street and laugh at how fake it all really is. I had conquered Freddy. I conquered Freddy. I had conquered Freddy, the toilet, the bathroom, my sister and my fear.

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