Category : Books-Fiction

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

I have done evil deeds throughout my life but this one takes the cake. I was at the age of 10 at the time. My mother loved me with all she had. My father was a drunk who came home wasted each night and beat upon me and my mother. Until one night I caved.

     He came home like he always did every night, drunk and barely able to see straight. God, how I hated his stench. The smell of alcohol on him. I was implanted forever in my memories. "Honey, I'm burp... hoooomme." My father said as he stumbled through the front door frame. 

    My mother was cooking supper in the kitchen about ten feet around the corner from the door. "Hi honey." She barely spoke knowing he was all but wasted. He stumbled all the way into the kitchen ,he just about fell into the tv on the way, "hi baaabbyy, what you...what you cooking?" He replies with a raspy sigh. " Well, with what little money we have, I'm cooking some macaroni and cheese with bologna sandwiches." She replies with a smile. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you stupid bitch!" My father loudly says as he punches her in the face. 

     My mother begins to cry. "Where is our son, I want to show him this shit that you have made!" My father roars. "Tell me where the fuck is he!" He smashes her face again. My mother calls my name while trying to stop her tears, "Steve, Steve come here please." She crys out. 

     At the time I was in my room sleeping so I didn't hear a single word  that has been said. Dreaming of running, running from something but I can't figure out what. "I'll show him how he is supposed to listen." My drunk ass father says low and angrily as he tridges towards my room in an unknown blind rage. "Don't do it honey he is probably just sleeping, let him be." My mother pleas and begs through tears. "Shut the fuck up you stulid bitch." My father smacks her away with a backhand. 

    She falls back on her rump and begins to cry tears of pain. "Don't do it please." She mutters all in vain. My father enters my room and sees me on my bed sleeping. "There you are you little bastard." He says monotoneously. "I'll show you." He grabs me by my shirt and drags me off of my bed, causing me to hit the floor hard. At this time I'm awake and well aware of the occurence. I begin to scream and thrash madly all around me. 

    "Shut up you little shit." He kicks me in the ribs. I lower myself to a simple whimper. He drags me through the hall and past my mother, causing my head to hit everything within site. I look at my mother and notice she is crying and screaming but I can't seem to hear a thing. "Am I dead?" I immediately thought. "No, I ain't I'm just hiding inside my head where I can't feel anything." My thought echos throughout my mind. 

    "Hello?" I hear in the dark abyss of my thoughts." "Is someone there?" The voice asks recognizing my presence. "How are you in my thoughts  and who are you?" I reply almost immediately. "Oh it's you." The voice says harshly. "I don't know who you are, how do you know me?" I ask. "I'm the one whom you run from everytime you dream." It replies. "The one whom will be with you all your life waiting inside, waiting to be let out." "Will you let me out?" "I wish to be let out and help with your problems." It says all these things. "You can help me?" I ask naively. "Yes all you have to do is accept me and embrace me and not run away." It replys back. "Ok I accept you." I say unhesitantly. "Ok, all you have to do now is wake up." "Wake up?" I reply. "I thought I was awake?" I snap off. "No." The voice says. "You are not awake, you must wake up!" It yells at me in a demonic roar. I snap back to reality. 

   I wake up in a cold sweat just as my father grabs me and yanks me off the bed. "I'll show you." He says as he drags me down the hallway from my room while I'm screaming and thrashing. "Shut up you little shit." He kicks me in the ribs. I remebered this from my dream. I grabbed his leg instead of whimper. "What the fuck are you doing?" He says. "Get the fuck off me." He kicks me onto the kitchen counter right beside the steak knives in the knife holder. I grab one as if on instinct and hop down from the counter. Blind rage has froced me to move into my next actions.

   I came upon my drunk father in near seconds. "What the fu...ahh!" He screams as i ram the blade into his thigh just beside the artery. He fell down on his ass and I jumped on top of him. "Don't do it son I'm your father." "I have no father." My voice wasn't mine. I rammed the blade into his chest and straight into his left  lung. He weezes for a few seconds and then lets out a final breath.

    "I killed him." I thought to myself. "I can't believe it I actually killed him." I snapped back to my senses. I looked at my mother who had fear in her eyes. "What is wrong mom?" I asked without knowing what unholy deed I just done. I look down because something wet was touching my pants. Blood. It was blood. I started freaking out and panicking. 

    I fainted about twenty seconds after that. "What did I do?" I thought to myself. "You embraced me." The voice echos at me. "What you again." I said back. "You made me do this?" "Why?" I ask. "I didn't make you do anything, I gave you a little push and you went along with it, aggressively." The voice teased. "No I didn't i didn't do anything!" I scream at it. The voice remains silent for a few minutes.

    "Do you want to know what I am?" The voice asks me. "I suppose so." I reply. The voice walks into a light inside my mind. "I am you, well your other half so to speak." The voice looks like me but is a shadow in a sense. He has all my appearences except his eyes. Those are slits, like a snake. He has an aura of black surrounding him. "How are you me?" I respond feverishly.

    "Oh don't sweat the small details, we can go over this for the rest of your life." The thing laughs hellishly at me. "No we aren't." I say tremblingly. "Oh but we are, when you accepted and embraced me you awoke your evil side." It said. "I am that side of you, here until death do us part." He chuckles. "This can't be happening." I say to the creature standing before me. 

    "Oh, but it is you poor thing, now I need you to wake up." It says like before. "I don't want to live my life as a killer I don't want to wake up." I say. "Do it do it now!" It screams at me. I shuddered out of bed in my apartment.

     I am 23 now and still it's living within my head. His name is Geregora. He claims anyways. He is my alter ego which comes out of me when I want to hurt someone. Terribly. 
     
    Try as I might I try not to let him get the best of me. I truly wish to be a peaceful person. But he doesn't allow me to. He is one of my many unholy confessions. I just hope that he may never be used again.


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