Twenty-six day,
count them,
savor them,
for soon they’ll be gone,
disappearing into nothingness,
fading like the liffy,
So fear me,
fear my name,
fear my face,
for when you see it,
you’ll know your time is done,
so say it,
say it,
say it with me,
breath it,
drink it
take me all in,
you know it,
you feel it,
twenty-six days,
and we will be,
as one.
Do you see me?
Do you feel me?
Do you know I’m here?
waiting and watching,
smelling your growing fear,
days turn into weeks,
weeks into years,
feeding your fears,
growing your pain,
waiting for you to ripen,
soon,
twenty-seven days and you will bloom,
twenty-seven days seal your doom.
Silence,
moments,
time,
twenty-eight days,
counting down,
time is running out,
soon,
you’ll be shown,
all the things I’ve built for you,
hand crafted,
engineered to perfection,
made for pain,
do you dare,
no,
of course you don’t,
that’s why the choice was never yours,
it’s always been mine,
moments,
leading to your demise.
The question is asked,
It’s the same every time,
so I close my eyes,
dreaming of something new,
dreaming of a place,
where suffering is something few,
people have to face,
and the question is not asked,
so come with me,
let us be free,
to be who we are,
without judgement or hate,
without others telling you,
how you should live your life,
for when they lay down in bed,
in their putrid shit of lies,
they care naught for you,
or how you bend in pain,
then you ask it again,
the question asked evermore,
the question?
What’s Twenty-nine times forty-four,
don’t think it’s easy,
don’t be so smug,
because the answers not,
one thousand, two hundred and seventy-six.
Winter comes again,
like a forgotten friend,
sore,
sour,
salty,
tasting this pain,
hot,
thick,
blisters,
licking at my marks,
disfigured lies,
deleted eyes,
whispering me a new name,
something dark,
from your cold heart,
then I’ll dig it out,
and feast on your soul,
I’ll make your flesh,
into a fucked up dress,
and feed the rest,
to the homeless,
nothing of you will I waste,
so fear me now,
for your date is set,
your end is almost here,
count the days with me,
count to thirty and you will see,
you,
will see me.
Said,
unsaid,
thoughts forgotten,
deeds done,
undone,
time and time again,
count them,
thirty-one days that seals your fate,
washing,
scrubbing,
bleeding,
tearing,
ripping at all I am,
bravely going forward,
back,
until it starts again,
looking,
searching,
finding,
building,
shaping it to fail,
plotting,
planning,
acting out,
someone’s blood will spill,
they’ll never catch me,
you’ll never know,
I’ll be your bestest friend,
until the night,
when the mood is right,
I’ll slice you open,
and then,
you’ll see your end.
Some may say,
that my words are wrong,
confused,
mad,
and insane,
but if I were you,
and I’m not,
just so you know,
I would be careful what you say,
because things are dark,
on my side of the fence,
and I’d love to give you a tour,
thirty-two rooms,
and only one door,
my house is a sight to see,
so,
when you have time,
come and visit mine,
trust me,
you’ll be perfectly,
safe.
Like a spiders-web,
your trapped,
you can’t win this game,
you shouldn’t even try,
you see there’s thirty-three way out of here,
and every way,
you die,
how do I know?
it’s just a gift,
that’s what I say anyway,
but I’ll tell you the truth,
if I must,
I spike your drink yesterday,
it’s an interesting cocktail,
that I made you drink,
a bit of this and that,
but the really cool things,
are what you’ll do,
once it starts eating away on your insides,
first your stomaching,
it will explode,
and then so will your heart,
and finally,
so will your head,
but don’t worry dear,
you’ll long be dead,
before the exploding of your head,
because as you know,
you’re heart,
it’s the second thing to go.
Tick-tock,
did you see that cock?
thirty-four,
but he acts a lot like four,
juvenile and disobedient,
he even shits himself,
yeah I said it,
I told it like it is,
you think this is some joke?
You think my words are false?
Then take a look,
see his pants,
the stain on the back tells all,
he shat himself,
you know I’m right,
so suck it up and take it down,
this fucking jerks a clown,
and when you hear,
how he lost that ear,
you won’t want him around,
I kid you not,
it was with a goat,
he did try to poke,
but it wasnt in the mood,
and knocked him down,
upon the ground,
and kicked him in the balls,
then Mary Tucker,
he tried to fucker her,
underneath the willow tree,
she didn’t wanna,
but he still trued to fuck her,
so she bit off his ear,
and swallowed it down,
so there you go,
I told you so,
that Jerry is a jerk,
so next time you,
think of that fucking… poo,
you’ll know he’s really a shit.
Thirty-Five hearts,
placed in a row,
ripped from their owners,
for that’s what I stole,
nothing else did I want,
nothing needed but this,
for the feast of the fairy,
is about to begin,
blood will be spilt,
sex will be had,
for fucking a fairy,
is a pleasure you must have,
now do you realise,
tales of old are a lie,
for a fairy is not sweet,
but is sour and horny as fuck,
so join us and dance,
drink and fuck,
because my fellow human,
it’s a one way trip.
Words thirty-six,
whispered to me,
wrapped in a cloth,
placed against my soul,
how it twisted me inside,
wanting to die,
breaking my heart,
draining my life,
my withered body you left,
my soul you stole,
you used me,
abused me,
told me your lie,
you hissed in my ear,
you shook me with fear,
and now all I can do,
is wait for you,
as you move on to the next,
plotting and planning,
my vengeance,
and,
your death.
Salty,
thick,
and warm,
washing over me,
spraying from your throat,
with each pump of your heart,
your life is draining away,
you stumble,
you tumble,
you crash,
into the ground you fall,
you panic,
you gurgle,
you gasp,
for hope,
for air,
for life,
but nothing can save you,
nothing at all,
not now you’re mine,
not now you’re under my thrall.
Cutting,
chopping,
through your flesh,
stabbing,
ripping,
with it’s blades two,
tearing,
slashing,
within,
opening you up,
pain,
screaming,
is it over you cry,
I smile,
and you cry some more,
as I cut out your tongue,
no need for anymore questions,
not where we’re going.
Seeping out,
through the holes,
tears in my flesh,
Pale,
is what I am,
as my life leaves me,
as I feel my heart beat,
it’s final beat,
and my eyes lock with yours,
I wonder what will become of you?
will he kill you too?
or does he have something worse in store,
but I guess it doesn’t matter anymore,
well,
not for me,
not now,
I am free.
Fuck it hurts,
as I shed my skin,
bleeding out,
releasing my sin,
my soul,
my everything,
but I prayed to you,
as it tore its way in,
seeking my repayment,
for my faith in him,
but as the darkness came,
and I close my eyes,
I realised,
their words,
Were lies.
In a straight line I run,
towards what must be done,
towards what must come,
I want it,
I feel it,
I see it,
but I don’t need it,
I can’t touch it,
I won’t be it,
I spit,
and I rip,
and I groan,
the closer I get,
I am loosing control,.
focus is lost,
perpetual darkness holds me,
deceiving my own mind,
into thinking I’m the sane one,
to thinking I am…
Words said in anger,
used as a weapon,
harder than punches,
sharper than a knife,
used to harm,
used to fight,
they make you,
they are you,
your words,
cutting,
ripping,
tearing,
killing,
your fucking words,
your fucking lies,
twisting and turning,
innards and out,
lies,
fucking lies,
and one day,
they’re going to find out!
She sits in the attic and stares at the large dusty, cobweb covered chest and nervously wipes them away from around the lock and places a key inside, and her heart skips a beat as it turns. For more years than she can remember her mother never let her near the chest, but in the last days of her life she told Clara that once she had passed she was to open the chest, and whatever she found inside was hers. Her father places a hand on her shoulder and she looks up at him, tears run down his face, she smiles and places a hand on his lap.
“Are you sure, Mum never let me look inside it, never once, what was she hiding?”
“Open it and see,” he says softly. “But remember what we talked about, remember what Mum said, don’t be afraid, just follow your heart.”
“I know,” she says as she shuffles forward and opens the chest, a bright blue light shines from within, coming from a strange rock that sits next to a single letter and a photo, besides that the chest is empty, she looks back at her father and he nods his head.
“Read it,” he says as he gets to his feet, she can see in his eyes he is uncomfortable.
“Where are you going?”
“Your mother was very particular about this part, she said you had to be alone when you read the letter,” he says. “I’ll go make us a brew,” he says as he shuffles out of the room.
Slowly she reaches in and picks up the letter and the photo, it’s of her mother and her father, how young they both seemed, how happy they are. She feels something run through her body, a cold breeze, or something like that, and then she opens the letter up and begins to read.
‘My Dearest Clara,
God, this sounds crazy, to be writing this letter, to tell you how important this moment is. No one should ever have to know what you are about to know, let alone believe, but this is for lack of a better word, the truth you need to know. The rock that sits in this chest is something remarkable, something amazing, and the journey you will take will be one that will not only change your life, but it will also create it. The photo you hold is of your father and I after we first met, destiny you could say played a hand in it all, and love. Before I met your father I knew there was something greater out there for me, something amazing, and like you are now, I had not yet found it until I met him. The rock made that happen, where did it come from? I don’t know, it just always was there, some paradox on time allowed it to happen, as it did you, I know, it’s hard to understand, it’s even harder to explain. But know this, my love for you is more than a mother’s love, and your father, his love for you is more than a father’s. Follow your heart, let destiny guide you and know that there is no mistakes, there is only fate.
Love, always,
Mum.’
Clara sits and stares at the letter and then to the photo, realises for the first time how identical she looks like her mother, when she was younger, she places the letter and the photo on the floor and peers into the chest, at the strange glowing rock.
“What are you trying to tell me Mum?” She says aloud as she reaches into the chest and picks up the rock, she feels a warmth spread through her body from the rock and then her head begins to spins violently and she crashes to the floor with a thud, as the blackness takes her she sees her father standing in the doorway of the attic.
She must have laid there for hours before she regained consciousness, the moon now shining in through the attic window and she forces herself to her knees, the open chest sits in front of her and the rock, now black and cold sits in the centre of it. It’s then that she notices how clean the chest is, the cobwebs and dust gone, did her father clean it and leave her on the floor? She gets to her feet and walks towards the doorway, stopping for a moment, she looks around the room and notices how uncluttered the room is, and her mind races.
“What is going on?” She says as she opens the door, as a young man opens the door from the other side as well, they both jump in shock and Clara crashes to the ground, she stares at him in shock and realises how familiar he looks, in fact, he looks like her father did in the photograph.
END
The banging on the door cause his heart to race a million miles an hour, panic sets in and he quickly scans over the monitor to his left and highlights the door camera. A well-dressed man holding a briefcase stands at the door and patiently waits for an answer. He clears his throat of the saliva and mucus and presses a button on the keyboard in front of him.
“C-can I help you?” He asks.
“Mister Welford?”
“You’re him?”
“If by him, you mean me, then yes, I am him. We spoke over the phone about the classifieds ad, we arranged to meet, at twelve thirty, which I believe is now.”
“Y-Yes, of course, please come in,” he says as he pressed another button and several locks on the door release. “It’s open.”
The man opens the door and steps inside the house, cluttered with boxes and garbage, sitting in the centre of the amassed pile of waste, that has obviously taken quite some time to achieve, is Damon, he turns in his wheelchair and looks the man up and down.
“Marcus?”
“Yes,” he replies as he walks towards Damon and stretches out his hand to initiate a handshake, Damon backs away.
“So, how full of bullshit was your ad?”
“As we discussed over the phone, there is no ‘bullshit’ as you say, to my advertisement, what I offer is real. All it requires is the preliminary questionnaire to be answered and based on the answers you supply, I either grant you what I promise or I leave and that is that.”
“Sounds too simple to be true.”
“The great things always are, now is there any where I can sit?”
“Take your pick?” Damon replies as he gestures forwards with his hands around the room. “As you can see, I don’t have any need for chairs, and I never have any guests.”
“Then, I will stand,” Marcus replies as he places his briefcase at his feet and opens it, pulling out a small tablet. “This will only take a few minutes to complete, and as long as you answer the questions truthfully I will be able to assess your request correctly and give you an answer once the questioner is complete.”
“Doesn’t this answer all your questions,” Damon says as he pulls a floppy, frail leg up from his wheelchair and shakes it towards Marcus.
“Sadly, your disability does not instantly gain you access to our product, you must meet other guidelines before an assessment can be made.”
“Fine, ask your questions, but you better not be wasting my time.”
“As should you, remember, you called me,” Marcus says as he presses several buttons on the tablets surface. “Let’s begins, why did you contact me?”
“Because of your classifieds ad, are all the questions going to be like this?”
“Yes, but that’s not the answer, that’s the result, why did the advertisement appeal to you?”
“Because you offered to cure this,” Damon says as he shakes his leg around again.
“That is not what the advertisement stated.”
“Of course it did, you put an ad in the paper saying your offering one free wish, which can be any wish you desire, that’s what you’re saying to me, or is that outside the realms of your abilities?”
“Nothing is outside my abilities, how did you end up in the wheelchair?”
“I was involved in a head on collision with a truck, I wasn’t wearing my seat belt and was thrown sixteen meters from the car into a sail that ran alongside the road, it shattered by back and pelvis, leaving me stuck in this piece of shit since then.”
“When was that?”
“Nineteen eighty-eight, how am I doing?”
“Can you tell me what your life is like now?”
“This is my life,” he says gesturing around the room.
“When was the last time you left this house?”
“Nineteen eighty-eight.”
“When was the last time you had sexual relations with another human being?”
“Two hours ago.”
“How did this occur?”
“Excuse me?”
“Obviously they came here, how did you meet them?”
“It was online, no one ever comes here.”
“I don’t follow?”
“I jerked off while watching some chick fingered herself in front of a camera for money, is that clearer for you?”
“Yes, of course, do you have full use of your extremities?”
“What? Do you mean does my dick get hard?”
“Yes.”
“What sort of fucking questions are these?”
“These are the questions you need to answer to satisfy me.”
“No, OK, it needs help.”
“Pills?”
“Seriously?”
“Do you want your wish to be grated or do you want me to leave now before we complete the questions, remember Damon this relies on your honesty.”
“Pills ok, lots and lots of fucking pills.”
“I see your house is littered with technology, is this how you interact with the outside world?”
“Yes.”
“I have a proposition for you, I will dispense with the remaining questions and grant your request if you come and sit with me outside for two minutes?”
“I can’t do that?”
“Why not, there would be no more questions, you would have your wish, what is not to appreciate in that offer?”
“I suffer from Agoraphobia, I can’t leave the fucking house, so just finish your questions.”
“OK, that is unfortunate. Well answer this one then, if I was to grant you one wish, what would it be?”
“Another hundred,” Damon replies quickly with a smile.
“This is the last question, please if you will not take this seriously then I’ll have no option but to decline you’re request for our product.”
“It’s fucking obvious isn’t it, I want to use my fucking legs.”
“So if given the chance you would wish the accident never happened?”
“Yes, of course I would, that accident ruined my life, I’d give anything to go back knowing what I know now, I’d change it all.”
“Then we are complete,” Marcus says as he places the tablet back into his briefcase and pulls out a small vial of green liquid.
“What’s that?”
“This, is your wish, tonight, before you sleep, you must drink the entire contents of this vial and when you wake in the morning, your wish will be a reality.”
“What’s it going to cost me?”
“There is no monetary charge, that is not what this is all about, the only cost I take from you is your time today.”
“You’re fucking joking? If this shit you’re sprouting is true, why the fuck are you giving it away?”
“I never said I was giving it away, I just said there is no monetary cost,” Marcus says as he holds the vial out towards Damon, who quickly grabs it from him.
“So that’s it, done, you don’t need anything else from me?”
“Not today, I will however come and see you again in a weeks’ time, just to make sure everything is as you requested.”
“Sure, sure, I look forward to it, now leave.”
“Good day, Mister Welford.”
“Yeah, good whatever, just leave,” Damon says as he stares intensely at the vial as Marcus leaves, for five or more minutes Damon sits there staring at the vial until finally he rips the lid from it and drinks the contents down quickly, it only takes a few moments for him to collapse back into his chair, unconscious.
#
Slowly, Damon opens his eyes, and for the first few moments he lies there, confused of his surroundings as everything from the day before slowly comes back to him like a sharp poker in the skull. He leaps up from his bed, and he stops.
‘Did I just leap?’ Damon looks down at his feet as they sit, firmly planted on the floor below him, and he wiggles his toes, amazed, and petrified at the same time. A smile grows on his face as tears of joy run down his cheeks.
“That fucker was telling the truth!” He yells out as he runs out of his room and out into the adjacent hallway and then down into the lounge area, he looks around excitedly and once again confusion sets in, his computers are gone, in fact the whole room is different, or the same, or what it once was, he’s not sure at the beginning, until he sees the calendar on the wall.
“Fuck me, this can’t be true, can it?” He says as he pulls the calendar down and he feels his anxiety build up, he then nervously walks towards the door and his hand clutches the handle, shaking in fear as panic begins to take over, he releases his grip on the handle and staggers backwards as everything slowly begins to close in on itself.
TO BE CONTINUED