•Prologue•
the thoughts of spiders .. the
darkness .. the heats of depression and suicide. dripping blood and vampires ..
skulls and bones .. screams and tears. Death. once pulled into the
swirling vortex of self destructiveness, seemingly, the darkness inside the
stone walls became my prison. the light above the well is only a hallucination.
the words offered here were captured in notebooks and on scattered shards of
paper .. at home ... at night ... in the heat of depression ... in the swamps
of rage ... down in the deserts of isolation ... beneath the moon ... naked ...
in tears ... on the filthy floors of indefinite bedrooms .... these are my
confessions, private illustrations, eternal secrets, & momentary leaps
of skull-screaming madness
.... it's all
here. successes, failures -- insecurities. My Little Sins.
my words ... to your eyes.
yours in struggle,
-i who shall not be named.
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•One•
It began with a vision.
yes, a vision. i remember waking up that one gray morning after a most terrible
night. it was november. my tear-stricken eyes were sensitive to the morning
light, and i didnt like the cold. it was unmistakably silent with the exception
of the constant ticking of the palm-sized watch on my dresser. i hated that
watch.
there was no doubt in my mind that i never was exactly normal ..
these visions only confirmed my suspicions. long nights of hard partying ..
drugs .. alcohol .. blood fights .. and fornication had become the norm. it was
the only way i could escape it. i was sixteen.
7 A.M. and my feet hit the cold floor. Outside my window the
trees were bare and the sky was gray. leaves blew across the road in a spiral.
no cars. no noise. silence. just the cold. this was the room i never left. it
felt somehow safe to me in a life that was insecure. that is where my security
ended. i dare not leave that room until darkness falls. so i wait .. and wait
.. think .. and d e t e r i o r a t e . . . . . .
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•Two•
“FUCK!!!!!” my fist hit the
wall and i clearly felt a snap. a wall? a wall. yes .. a wall. once again it
had metamorphosized back. it had stopped taunting me. but now it was clear my
wrist was broken .. the bone protruded from the skin and stuck out. it didnt
hurt, i had grown immune to the pain. it was still warm with blood. i stared at
it for awhile and let my arm dangle there. i recall writing an entry:
tuesday, november 23: As each day goes on and on, i feel more and
more depressed. i dont know why. ive felt this way a lot lately, and its slowly
been progressing. people notice that i always lack eye contact and talk in an extremely
low tone. so i guess its noticeable. i’ve been crying hysterically for hours
and i dont know why. i cant tell anyone about it, so i tell myself. If i did
commit suicide, would anyone really even miss me? ... or would i be forgotten
in a matter of weeks? i cant wait until i die! then they’ll be sorry! i will
have my revenge. for all the times i was just a joke, and for all the people
that keep pushing me away...further and further away from whatever it was that
i knew before .. revenge is sweet. Once im dead there’s nothing that they can
do. i cant live this life anymore.
Its now 9 PM. i remember
driving back from the hospital with my right arm resting in throbbing pain. it
was raining now and the drops on the windshield only intensified the beams of
light from oncoming cars. it hurt my eyes .. i squinted hard to avoid the
stinging pain. i was tired now. my weary eyes were barely open, and all i
wanted to do was belt out and cry. they stung with oncoming tears.
Driving down the highway the flashes of
lights hypnotized my eyes, and it was hard to see. in a desperate attempt to
keep myself awake, i thought of that watch .. that same, irritating “want-to-blow-the-brain-out-of-your-skull
because of the ticking” watch that resided on my dresser. a surge of anger
rushed through my body as i began to hear that god damned ticking. that
ticking...that ticking .. i could hear it in my mind .. constant ticking. it
began to get louder. slow at first then faster and faster. i couldnt take it.
the angst-ridden, soul-shattering music filled my ears and soothed me. the
volume was pushed completely beyond a safe capacity. my windows rattled and
shook violently at the sheer intensity of the music. i turned the death metal
up even more and screamed the lyrics at the top of my lungs. my throat began to
bleed, and my words came out attached to gurgles of blood.
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•Three•
I was home now and coughed hard trying to
recollect myself. blood dripped from my mouth and down my chin; it landed with
a splat on the ground, and trailed up to my safe room which i rarely ever left.
i felt more relaxed now. calm and cool, but still in pain. ...always in pain... my mind ached from racing thoughts, and my
arm throbbed from a protruding bone. my eyes stung from tears and lack of
sleep. my hair was still unwashed. i was a train wreck waiting to happen..
steaming forward down the track at full force, fueled by the torment of my life,
and heading hard only to find the track runs out. i was going to crash.
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•Four •
My skin tore and a warm trickle ran down my
arm. i had been sitting in this place for nearly a day .. unmoving .. not
wanting to breathe and be alive. it was hard times. i felt relief in having my
lifeblood flow from my tattered skin. i held my wound and licked the excess
blood. it was hot and salty on my tongue, and i loved the taste. i breathed a
sigh of relaxation as my back pressed against one of my rust colored walls.
anxiety attacked me .. i began to cry. tears flowed down the endless river on
my face, and the red blood in my eyes made the two dots of blue seem as lovely
as a spring sky. “FuCk tHe SkY!!” i screamed at the top of my lungs, then
recomposed myself. no one was listening. I became enraged at my own desolation.
the blue sky hurt my eyes, and i avoided it. i shimmied back into my corner and
buried myself in my knees. I cried out loud again, choking myself with mucus
and saliva. i heard a voice and paused for a moment. looking up, a face began
to appear on my far wall, and the silver liquid metal-like substance seeped
under my door. it was happening again and i was scared. the silver substance
gradually turned into a pool of blood, taunting me into taking a swim. it began
to seep from my walls and windows, under my mattress and from books. over my
shelves, and surrounded my room, until, finally, my whole room was a sea of
red. the evil face on my wall began to stare and laugh from the deepness of his
belly, and in the very depths of his eyes i could see the flames that governed
his very being. my eyes were still red .. my face still wet with dripping
tears, and suddenly, i stopped. stopped breathing. stopped thinking. just
listened. listened intently. i could feel the blood flow increasing through my
veins as my heart began to race faster .. so fast it felt like it would burst.
i swear that a gaping hole would replace the muscle and tissue that now
occupied my chest. “that fucking watch...” i let my voice trail away in a low monotonous
tone. everything in my room was covered in the red seeping substance ..
everything.. except for the gold little pocket watch residing on my dresser. i
felt an intense rage, then a sudden calmness, and everything went black and
faded away. it was 2AM.
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•Five•
I must have slept for a long time, because
that whole week i remember not a thing. maybe i was asleep.. or.. awake.. or ..
drugged...? passed out? i don’t know. but the next thing i could recall was
waking up at a party .. upstairs of course. under the sheets .. naked. clothes
were flung, strewn about the traditionally-shaped four-cornered room. it looked
country. flowers and oak furniture decorated the room. floral prints and lace –
frightening. i remember sitting up abruptly, after quickly realizing what had obviously
happened, and my sunkissed light brown hair hung in my eyes. i put my cold hand
to my forehead and clutched the sheet to my breasts as i stumbled out of bed to
look for my clothes. (which was quite a feat, i must say, seeing as though i
had no recollection of what i wore! hahaha.. yesss..) i prayed my partner
wouldn’t wake, i didnt want him to see me.
i was exhausted, the inside of my legs hurt,
and i wanted to go home. the pounding of the music downstairs only added to my
headache. i could barely see through the thick darkness of the room, but i
managed, and took one last look at my partner. he was fast asleep on his side, an
arm hanging off the side of the bed. “..charmed..” i breathed out loud
sarcastically .. then shut the bedroom door and went home, still wrapped in a
peach bed sheet.
i imagine that it must have seemed somewhat ..
odd .. to an onlooker. a girl running home wrapped in a bed sheet .. stepping
on the dirtied ends and tripping herself to her knees. but at that point, i
didn’t give a flying fuck how it looked: i ran full force all the way home. i
could feel the adrenaline pumping through my veins as i began to sweat. my
whole body throbbed with pumping blood. i clutched tighter to the blanket as i rounded
the corner of my street. my feet were tired and becoming blistered from running
on pavement; my skin was wet with perspiration. the hair that fell across my
face was damp and stuck there when i finally stopped on my porch to rest and
catch my breath. i put one hand on my hip and looked up to the clear night sky,
and took a deep breath in ... and out. i kept my head back and moved my eyes
around, looking at the stars, and noticing the moon. it looked so close i
thought i could touch it.
yes .. well.. anyway.. a key. coming back
into reality again, i thought that i might be needing one of those. i remember
that i kept a spare in the garage. so i creeped down off my porch and down into
the backyard. the only light i had was that of which nature had provided me.
the sweet smell of the grass was long gone now. it was an early morning in
december. sweet december...
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•Six•
next entry:
friday, october 13: As you probably have noticed, dear diary, my
last entry was nearly 11 months ago, and nothing has
changed. if it has changed, it’s gotten worse. much worse. ... my confession .. im diluted and perfectly flawed. i shall live
by passion and not by rule and im insecure ...i need aggression and im supposed
to be strong and have all the answers.
..a cannibal in the new church of cancer but i'm nothing special! im not
unique! i have many secrets. and im at an end. yes. im at an end .....and
there's ...no way out!!! i need to find my sanctuary ..... someplace safe. gotta
get this outta me..... this is my escape and i think about it all the time. im volatile. but im still not comfortable in my skin. i need
to talk to someone new. i’m suffocating.
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•Seven•
..And so i am here again, a year later. it
began with a vision. yes, a vision. i woke up on this cold gray november
morning, and my tear-stricken eyes are sensitive to the morning light .. i still dont like the cold. it is still unmistakably
silent with the exception of my watch still residing on my dresser.. ticking..
i still hate it. long nights of hard partying
.. drugs .. alcohol .. blood fights .. and fornication had become all too
familiar to me. and i could no longer escape it. i am seventeen.
7 A.M. and my feet hit the cold floor. Outside my window the
trees are bare again and the sky is
gray. leaves are blowing across the road in a spiral. no cars. no noise. just silence.
and the cold. this is the room i never left. it felt somehow safe to me in a
life that was insecure. but my security ended. i dare not leave this room. this is where i take control.
it
ends with a vision.
...B A N G...
the end.
©2003. s(b)mk