Cp. 1 Homecoming
As I walk across the garden, I see the outline of the forest top in the
horizon. The oaks as old as the town itself, the happy and fresh beech and the
dark pines. All standing mighty at the western border of the town as protectors
in eternity A short flashback of my childhood shows a mess of pictures,
pictures of transparent family members, my old room, my school, my girlfriend,
and the forest. That was all many years ago, before the incident.
As I reach
the back of the garden I see”Old Tree”, I had had more hours with that tree,
than what I could count. It together with my dog, had many times given me the
silence and understanding I needed to control what had taken control over me.
From time to time I even woke up under that tree. Just to open my eyes, and as
the blurry borders of my vision disappeared the big branches with the golden
brown leafs came into focus, a deep, deep feeling of being home reappeared and
I felt Him inside me, going back into his slumber. I try, for the first time in
years to think of that day, the day that changed my life forever.
It all began a few years ago, the incident, as I reached the middle of
my teenage years. I just began my high school years, and before the first week
have ended. I was already marked as a Weirdo, the most of the school already
gave me the look I was so used to, the look that says: "I just don't know
what's wrong with you?" I fully understood them; I would have given the
same look if I didn't know what was inside me. I didn't know what was inside me?
One day, in a Math class when I began to doze off into my own world of
freedom and nature, I suddenly began shaking and humming out of control, the
only thing I could was to run, run out of the classroom and home. Only one
thing I never could fit into my head was: that the distance from the school to
my home was almost five kilometers and I got there within ten minutes? When I
felt my home near me, I sniff out the woods and ran in that direction. When I
woke up aging, I don’t know how much later, I was lying flat on the ground in
the middle of the forest. I had no idea what just happened or how long I had
been lying there, when I began to get a feeling of my surroundings I realized
that it was late in the evening and I shouldn't be able to see as clearly as I
did. I got to my feet, but could feel the leafs and branches clearly under my
feet's I look down myself and fell back onto the ground. All my cloth and my
boots were ripped apart and my body was covered in scratches and wounds, not
just old wounds, but fresh wounds where the blood was still running in a small
steam. I spat on my hands and began to clean some of the biggest holes in my
torn apart body. The next thing that hit me was that the scratches looked like
claw makes, and all started just around my solar plexus and had just the size
of my own hand. I could feel the blood in my head disappeared; the world around
got black and I fainted again.
”That was by all means the weirdest day in my life” I thought to myself.
Even today, five years after, I still had scars on my left chest, five long
think scars that always reminded me of that day, of the day when He woke up the
first time. Ever since He had only tried to rip himself or me apart with such
anger nine times. On summer solstice and winter solstice when sun began to come
back or go away. He had apparently an idea to go berserk on these two times a
year. The week before these two days each year, I tried to get as far away from civilization as possible. Summer solstice was only nine days away and I was too
close to civilization, too close to my parents. I knew to myself, that if I was
the cause of their harm, of rather He was, I would kill him just to stop the
madness. Because the day I completely lose control over Him, I’m too dangerous
for this would to roam around, the way I have been for the last five years.
There was only one reason I came back to this place, I had to tell my parents
and friends that I wasn’t dead. They all thought I died on that summer solstice
five years ago. The police sad I had gone mad at someone, and got killed by a
bear in the big forest. That was actually not a very bad explanation, because
all they every found of me, was small pieces of my cloth and some of my blood.
I had seen the news a few days later, a spot of a young boy who ran out of the
classroom and never got back. The police had told everybody he got killed by a
very large animal and probably got eaten.
Now five years after, I have decided
to tell the closest of my family and the few friends I had, what had happened,
and what I knew by the time being.
But I got to hurry. In nine days, I would lose complete control of
myself and could only watch and feel from a distance within my body as He took
control, and destroyed us and everything around us. Nine days seems like a long
time, but from the first day of the week of summer solstice He began to gather
power and I needed more and more energy to hold him in position. I had maximum
2 days to tell what needed to be told and get far away into the forest.
When I arrived to the old town a little week ago I wasn’t afraid to get recognized, I had changed significantly from the small white and nerdy boy,
with short greasy hair. I was almost 30 cm taller, due to him, and what He had
pulled us through, my hair was so long it was put up in a ponytail and it was
almost black instead of the beforehand mix of blond and brown. Only a few
people would be able to guess that I was only 22 and not mid 30’s or even
older. I had found my old girlfriend, the few friends and my parents’ house
just in a couple of hours. My girlfriend was more beautiful than ever before,
and was of course with another boy. When I saw them together I felt a rage
within me that almost made me lose control, not because she found another boy,
but because the one she found, was my old best friend through 15 years. I
needed to turn my back to them and breathe slowly to get back control. ”They
don’t need to know anything, at least not from my mouth.” I turned my back to them and walk toward my
parent’s house.
I turned around from ”Old Tree” giving it a last look and whispered ”thanks my old friend” and began to walk
slowly up to my parents’ house not knowing what was to come.
The Next Chapter: "The Truth", will hopefully come soon!
MOOOOOOAAAR!!!!
SvarSlet