Friday, October 21st, 4:18 A.M.
There I am.
There I am once again. There I am
staring out the window. The same window
I've started out before. I can see
myself doing this. I can see myself and
wish I had some control over what I see.
The sound is there again. The faint, almost inaudible sound, only
perceivable because it is being made over and over and over and over and
over. I can hear it and I wish that I
could not. I want to but I can't.
I see the hand.
I see the hand reaching out toward me.
The hand is different this time.
Different. I don't want to change
this. I want to see how this will play
out. The hand touches me and I turn around.
Mom. Mom is
there. Mom is there in the room reaching
out to me. Mom says something to
me. I know Mom did because I can see her
lips moving as if they are making noise.
The voice of Mom is inaudible to me.
All I can hear is the sound of the pointing stick.
I turn back toward the window only to be turned back
again. I can see myself turning back and
cannot stop myself from watching. I know
this is going to be bad. I know this but
I cannot stop it.
Mom. Mom is
there. Mom is there in the room with
me. Dad.
Dad is there. Dad is there in the
room with me. Valerie. Delany.
Sparra. Wanda. Matthew.
Aaron. Jay. Many other people I knew in Moenia Prima are
there. They are all there in the room
with me. They are not as I remember
them. Some are not even their complete
selves.
They are all dead.
I know this. I see myself realize
this to be true. I see myself and I want
to stop this. I want this dream, this
nightmare to be over.
The people are saying something. I can hear them now. I can hear them and I don't like what I hear.
Why didn't you do anything?
This is what woke me up today.
Hato Shurtleff
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