It took it
I see many pictures
The person is always smiling
Looking so happy no care in the world
An Innocent kind and caring face
Who is this person in these pictures?
I do not recognize the face
Yet somehow, I know it
I think for hours who is this?
Finally, I ask who this person is
The question seems to shock everyone
Who is it, why won’t they tell me?
They look at me and speak slow and low
It is you.
Don’t you remember?
My mouth speaks without me know
Of course, how could I forget I was kidding.
One thought comes to my mind
The darkness has taken something else from me.
It wasn’t ok after all, I got home, and Crystal looked at me and then just walked away, not one word was spoken to me. I looked down at the bump at the door then tried to get over it. My hands were not as strong as they use to be. I closed my eyes then the chair moved shocking me, I opened my eyes and looked back. “She’s just shocked give her some time it will all go back to normal just wait and see.” Said Kellie, as she pushed me into the house, she smiled, but it was a lie I could tell she was just trying to make me feel better.
That night was a silent one as me and Crystal laid in bed, not a single word was said between us. Soon my mind began to wonder. Was she was mad, or maybe she just didn’t know what to say to me, well maybe she felt guilty about the fight we had when it happened. But I didn’t really care much about the reason, just that she wasn’t saying a single word to me at all, not even a good night.
The next day came, and I was sure things would start to get better but I was wrong, she didn’t say anything at all to me not even good morning. But I didn’t get mad about it instead I just tried to talk to her. But she still wouldn’t speak, at times she would nod her head but never a single word. I tried day after day to get her to talk to me about what was going on, but after a week I just couldn’t anymore, I gave up trying to get through to her. Then another week passed by and I started to learn how to do my daily task on my own. I stopped asking her to help me, and soon it was as if she wasn’t even in the house with me. The sound of the wheels of my chair squeaked in the house as I moved around every morning, but they were no voices or footsteps.
I quickly fell into a downward spiral and began to push everyone else away, without Crystal talking to me I felt like I was rejected, and I began to push everyone else away that was trying to help me. Before long me and Kellie were fighting every day over everything at work, which meant business was not doing great. After a week of fighting with Kellie and complete silence at home, I was going crazy and just wanted my old life back the way it was before everything happened. Soon I just shut down and lost track of everything, I just lived day to day like nothing mattered. I was stuck in my mind, and not even my life mattered anymore.
Then it happened. “I think we need space to think about us.” Said Crystal one night out of the blue about two months after we had stopped talking. “Space! Space! What more space do you need, we haven’t talked in two months what more space is there.” I said exploding out. “I think we need to be apart for a while, have some time away from each other to think, you know.” She responded to me in a bleak almost cold-hearted tone of voice. “No, I don’t know. What more space could you possibly want, I mean do you want me on the moon, would that finally be enough for you then.” I said angrily as I rolled to the edge of the bed, she didn’t respond this time she just sat on the bed looking down. My mind was filled with angry and so much sadness that I couldn’t say anything else. I just reach for my cane and pulled myself up off the bed.
That was the last straw, I snapped and lost my hold on reality that night. I went downstairs and laid on the couch looking at the ceiling my eyes filling with tears running down my cheeks. Then out of nowhere, he walked up. “See I told you she didn’t love you, like anyone could ever love someone like you, your already broken.” The words he said hit me hard, so hard that I forgot that I was in my house and there was a strange man in my living room telling me how worthless I was. As the tears rolled down my cheeks, he walked over to me, he shook his head, as reality slowly crept back into my brain, I started to realize what was going on.
“Wait where did you come from, and how did you get in here. You don’t even know me so how are you telling me about myself.” I responded reaching for my cane. “Now get out of my house before I call the cops!” I yelled picking up my cane getting ready to swing it at him, but he just looked at me with a smug smile then started laughing. “What are you going to do with that thing, do you really think there is anything you can do with that stick.” He said laughing louder than before mocking me.
My anger grew even more, I griped my cane tightly with both hands. “Get out of my house!” I yelled out then swung my cane as hard as I could right for him. I was going to make him leave, whether it was willingly or if I had to force him out of my house. My cane flew through the air straight for his body I bet he wished he had left now I thought.
Then I fell from the couch as my cane went straight through what was supposed to be his waste. I hit the carpet hard. I was stunned more than I was hurt by the fact that my cane went straight through him. He walked closer to me then looked at me with an evil smile that stretched from ear to ear. “Man I can’t believe you did that, I mean seriously don’t you recognize me.” I looked up at him angry and confused. Wondering what was going on, and what he meant by don’t I recognize him. I had never seen him in my life I was sure of that fact. He leaned over so I could see his face more clearly and his smile grew airier.
It hit me like a brick wall he was on the cover of one of my books, I didn’t recognize him at first but he was the face of my heroes, I had spent months doing drawings of him with Kellie. He pulled back and stood up then started to talk. “I see you finally realize who I am now.” The expression on my face change to one of horror as I pulled myself back up onto the couch and he patted me on the shoulder. Was this a crazy fan that broke into my house or was it something worse, someone that wanted me dead maybe.
“No you’re not dreaming Will, you of all people should know, that you’re having a psychotic break right now, and don’t go asking me a dumb question like how you know this is all in your head.” He said as he walked around the couch.
“This has to be a dream it must be one, there is just no way this is really happening to me right now…” My words were interrupted. “Will, who are you talking to?” Crystal’s voice said in horror, her voice caught me by surprise shocking me back into reality. The next second he was gone, my mouth opened to speak but all I could do was stutter on my words in silence. “I’m going to stay with my mom for a while, I don’t know how to deal with this right now.” She said as she pulling her bag over her shoulder at the top of the stairs. She rushed down the stairs then out the door before I could even open my mouth. I didn’t even move before she closed the door behind her.