“Hello, Grove? Y-yeah, it's Briar. Look... I really, REALLY don't feel well... if you don't mind, I... I gotta take off tomorrow. I feel really ill... Okay. Okay. Thanks...”
I knock over a bottle as I hang up. One, two, three, four... Ugh, way too many.
“Get... the fuck... out of there...” I say as I tap the some-teenth drink against my head. Was Dad right? Is there a legitimate reason why this is happening to me? Does it happen to him, too? I don't feel so good... I sit there, watching my drink like it's some sort of show. The liquid- slowly churning as I spin it around my hand. Everything slows down. I look down into the bottle, the alcohol spinning.
“NEED.”
I knock over a bottle as I hang up. One, two, three, four... Ugh, way too many.
“Get... the fuck... out of there...” I say as I tap the some-teenth drink against my head. Was Dad right? Is there a legitimate reason why this is happening to me? Does it happen to him, too? I don't feel so good... I sit there, watching my drink like it's some sort of show. The liquid- slowly churning as I spin it around my hand. Everything slows down. I look down into the bottle, the alcohol spinning.
“NEED.”
The word spins downward to the bottom of the glass. I throw it across the room. The smash hurts my ears. I scream as I vomit all over the floor next to my end table. No. There has to be a reason. I grab for a pen and start scribbling down notes on a piece of paper. “Need.”; a need for what? Alcohol? Already had plenty of that, thank you. I start scribbling down past words. They have to connect, they have to define something. What do they have in common? One word, not too complicated, usually pertaining to something around me. “Reincarnate”? Of what, my Mother's memory? What does that have to do with anything? It's as I said, I don't feel that anymore. She's gone. I've accepted that. But was what I saw really her? And what had I “forgotten” exactly? It's nonsense. It doesn't pertain to anything. It doesn't have a god damn meaning. My brain is simply fucking with me, this whole world is tearing me apart! I flip over the coffee table in front of me. I scream. I cry. I scream again. I turn around violently.
…
A figure stands before me.
T h i s i s y o u r f a u l t .
T h i s i s y o u r f a u l t .
“W-What the fuck...?” I stumble over the flipped table.
T H I S I S Y O U R F A U L T ! ! !
“Who are you?! WHAT are you?!” I scream at the black figure.
L O O K W H A T Y O U ' V E D O N E !
It backs me up to the wall. I have never been so terrified. This thing feels real. But it can't be...
T H I S I S Y O U R F A U L T ! ! !
“Who are you?! WHAT are you?!” I scream at the black figure.
L O O K W H A T Y O U ' V E D O N E !
It backs me up to the wall. I have never been so terrified. This thing feels real. But it can't be...
Y o u a s k w h o I a m , w h e n y o u d o n ' t e v e n k n o w y o u r s e l f .
“... I know who I am.”
T H E N W H Y H A V E Y O U F O R G O T T E N ? ! Y O U A R E A S H E L L O F A
M A N Y O U O N C E C L A I M E D T O B E . A N D Y O U H A V E N O O N E T O
B L A M E B U T Y O U R S E L F ! !
“I have done nothing wrong! I am not who you think I am!!” I scream at the apparition.
Y O U A R E A B E T R A Y E R !
Y O U A R E A B E T R A Y E R !
“Betrayer...?” the figure turns to the wall. He tears it down as if it were wallpaper, revealing stacks of papers behind it.
Y O U L I V E I N Y O U R O W N T R E A C H E R Y . N O T E V E N O N C E
R E G R E T T I N G T H E A C T I O N S Y O U H A V E T A K E N ! ! !
The figure runs his hand violently across the papers spelling out a word across the wall.
“BETRAYAL.”
Y o u h a v e b r o u g h t t h i s u p o n y o u r s e l f .
The figure runs his hand violently across the papers spelling out a word across the wall.
“BETRAYAL.”
Y o u h a v e b r o u g h t t h i s u p o n y o u r s e l f .
The figure vanishes before my eyes, along with the papers it had created.
I sit against the wall. Catatonic.
