A Day Here Will Cause Certain Side Effects
A Day Here Will Cause Certain Side Effects
“You don’t look that good you big fine thing ...” .
Wow , where am I ? What was that voice . The stereo . Ahhhhhh yes , Darla Hood . Its
dark in here . Wait , what’s that , illumination , a monitor , and a keyboard .
“I wake up lonely , you’re next to me ...” Another song . I can’t concentrate . All I hear
are certain lines . That’s , ummmmm , yes , Drain STH if my memory serves . What ? My wrists ,
slit , I’m bleeding !!!
Figures , all around me ! There , and there !!! All hiding in the shadows , pointing .
Where ? The keyboard .
Pictures , racing , I still can’t concentrate . The monitor , showing me something , a big
truck , plowing through a group of horrible people in Los Vegas that were once beautiful . A man
is driving the truck , he’s short , much more than me , wait , I’m tall . There , that was a straight
thought . The sounds , they keep screwing me up . Clicks , screeches .
“Move In !!!”
More stereo . Its calling to me .
“Big Truck”
I can’t concentrate . What’s happening .
The truck , in the monitor , the driver is sitting on the roof holding a bass guitar , he’s
beating a group of feminine clad men with scars all over their body . He’s calling to me . He wants
me to join him . The shadows ! They’re gone ! The room is now bright ! I can see clearly now .
What ? A horn in the background . A native Brazilian horn . What do all these things mean
? Am I going insane ? No , where is my past ? Who am I ? Where am I ?
“Can you take it ?!?”
“NO !!! ” Why did I scream that ? What was I responding to ? The music , its driving me .
The keyboard . Its moving . Why ? I feel the urge to type . The monitor , it has stopped
displaying the carnage ! Now its a calm young man , sitting in his room holding a Fender . He’s
crying . Tragedy has struck him at his heart , his very existence and reason for it has been ripped
from him , by cells !
Wait , how did I know that ? I’m really confused now !
“Bananas are a good source of potassium .”
Excuse me ? What was the point of that ? The boy , he’s still there ! But , wait , things are
changed , he’s playing a black Peavey Foundation now , the Fender is there too , near him . His
existence is valued , and tragedy never struck .
I need to talk to him !!!
Why ? How , he’s in a computer ! I know , I’ll type something .
What ? Oh no ! My wrists ! The blood , its going everywhere !!! The keyboard , its
shorting out !!! Electricity , going every where ! The stereo ! Its quieter now ! The monitor , its
phasing out ! The boy is smiling among his now together family and his friends who are leaving
for a while . There , the picture is gone , the screen is black . Huh ?
Arms , holding me ! They’ve grown out of the monitor ! OK , now I’m really confused !
More arms ! Coming from all around the walls of the room ! The arms , they reach for me , only 2
more can reach me though . They want my wrists . Oh dear PseudoGod !!! The arms , they’re
reaching up the holes in my wrists ! Why ?
The stereo is off , my blood , its everywhere now ! Wait , yes . What ? My blood , its
turning neon yellow ! The happy color . My prostate , its gone !!! How did I know that ? I’m now
knee deep in my own blood ! I have enough blood to fill an 8 by 9 room almost 2 feet deep with
blood ?
I get the feeling that this is one of those mythical and yet all to real days when I really
shouldn’t have gotten out of bed .
Ummmmmmm , my blood , its turning colors again , now the texture is different also , it
feels like marble ice cream , that’s a good thing . Wait , no , its swirling .
AAAAAAAAA , pain !!! My blood is turning to rusted iron spikes from days past ! Hey ,
nothing can surprise me now , what’s next . It doesn’t really hurt anymore . Wow , hold on there
, now that surprises me !!! A large hairy thing , coming out of the spikes . Its reaching for me !
The wall and monitor arms , they’re gone !
Wait , everything is gone , the walls , the computer , the arms . But the sea of spikes
flowing out of my wrists and the hair with eyes and arms are still with me . And the music , its
back with more fury than ever !!!
“Listen all a’ ya’ll this is sabotage!”
Yep , the music is definitely still here .
There , that’s annoying , a stupid question posed by a fly ! What , where did a fly come
from ? From in back of me . Now its turning the pages of a large book , being overly loud about it
in order to cause me pain . The hair is just standing there now .
Wait ! A car , a large old car , an old one , the kind Elvis drove in pink , it hits the hair ,
and bowls it over , and drives away . Now that had no point , nothing has point anymore , is this
my life ? A painless white void with loud music and annoying insects among a sea of pain not my
own ?
The sea , its gone ! Replaced by grass . Fields . The music blares . Reality . No .
Now things are getting fuzzy . I know where I am . I am that boy in the monitor , the
black instrument is in my hands now . I am on my bed . My mind is clear once more . What
strange thoughts . What’s this , this is not the room in the monitor , this is different , this room is
white , like the other room , the black in my hands , its gone ! I’m still on a bed , but not mine !
These walls are not plaster . These walls are foam , cushy . I can’t hurt myself .
A man . He is entering , a white coat shrouds him . He is going to hurt me , I know it !!!
He has a shiny object in his hand ! A syringe ! He’ll not take me ! Not now , not ever , I
won’t let him in my head , that’s where he wants to be !
NO !!!
I’ll kill him before he can get me !!! Charge !!! Die scum !!!
Blood , all over my hands again . Where’s the man ? Oh , on the ground . Dead , his
throat , ripped out ! There is something warm and wet in my mouth , I must swallow , it tastes
good . Where is the man’s throat ??? The door ! Its open , this is a trap , but I am trapped !
Lesser of two evils ! Run ! Out the door , a hallway , women , men , all in white . Screams ! Men
in blue , with batons , NO !!! They want me too , never ! NO !!! All around me , my head ! Pain ,
Pain , Pain , Pain ! Black , Black , Black , Black ! I’m going down , NO !!! Must fight ! Can’t
fight , I’m to weak , submission , the only rout left . I die .
The End
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