Insanity Or Reality?

This is about a boy who has schizophrenia and he is growing up. But his ability to see something else may be a gift...

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3. The It

He or as I would say It was menacing. The reason why I say It is that It was half alien and half human. It wore a black chain mail chest plate and a silvery spiked metal shell on his left shoulder. I guess this was a way of intimidating the enemy and it worked perfectly in my case. His tall and fit figure dazzled me. It was muscular, bulky and strong. It was Gavrilo Princip and I was Franz Ferdinand. It had an assassin quality as It was sly and sneaky, the cliché type.

It took out It’s razor sharp sword, moved towards me and held the sword to my throat ever to fluently and smoothly. My breathing quickened. My pupils dilated. My hairs were standing. Strangely I had a mad look on my face. I could tell as my face muscles tensed so awkwardly; they still hurt now. My head tilted as if I was looking at my prey and my teeth automatically sharpened. I was going to suck out the blood of my sub ordinate just like a vampire. Suddenly, I was superior and It was somewhat intimidated. The bad thing was that It still threatened to kill me by slitting my throat like I was some helpless chick.

The strangest thing was that I liked it. I liked to power and I liked the bloodlust. But I loved, no I desired, to kill. And no, I am sure that I am not a vampire…

At this point I think I should call It a he as he did speak to me. “Greetings simpleton,” he bellowed with pride and a hint of hatred. I felt anger swell up in my throat. I had to do something but my movements were restricted. Wait now I am wondering why no one else heard his loud voice. I am sure it had pierced my eardrums but no one else seemed to even notice.

In about 2 seconds after saying such offensive words he disappeared just like that into thin air. I was stunned and perplexed. I tried to grip his by his collar but all I grasped was soot and dirt.

Later on I felt like it was just another one of my hallucinations. But this one seemed so real and vivid and bright and crisp and… it was like a super hallucination. I was mature enough to understand that these sorts of things don’t happen in the real world. This is probably because of the increasing number of horror movies that I am watching. Yes that’s why I’m imagining things. Yes that’s it.

Writing about this makes me feel so much better, it’s unbelievable. I guess I’ve stopped fretting and now I’m slightly calmer than before, however there is this nerve-racking feeling that something is watching me…

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