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Fri Jan 02, 2009 3:31 am
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 Fate, Spirits, and Everything Inbetween
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The sting of his father's leather belt still lingered on his backside, as he cried in his room.
His parents had claimed the "imaginery friends" weren't real again. They said it was his fault and he needed to stop lying. He knew they were real though. They talked to him all the time. They had wanted to play. It was an accident that the ball had hit the window and broke it.
He was twelve now, almost thirteen. He had been able to see his friends for years now, but he was the only one. The beatings had continued for years now as well. No one else could ever see them. He saw "strange" people too. The other day the man looked like a walking tree, his beard made of brambles and his skin like that of old oak tree bark. The woman with him was pretty too her skin almost shining like the sun. His mother had smacked him for staring.
Why couldnt anyone else see them?....Why was he so alone? The other kids at school called him a freak. He rocked on the floor by his bed, falling off to sleep.
The whisper came in the middle of the night. It was the strange creature that lived in the old gas stove that the house still had. The funny little creature bounced on his bed, rousing him from his slumber.
Get up Get up.... You play...Outside...
He yawned awake confussed by the spirit's actions. The creature that lived in the stove had always been his favorite. He always smelled of something good, and was always warm to be around on the cold winter days. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes as he continued to be bounced upon.
I dont understand...
Get up... Outside you go... Idea .. make the hurting stop...
He was confussed but he knew the creature well enough that it wouldnt stop pestering him until he got up and out of bed.
Sliding on a pair of ratty sneakers he opened the window of his bedroom and snuck outside. The spirit hopping after him and nudging him along.
Its the middle of the night...StoveTop....I dont understand...
Idea... Help you... make hurting stop... play out...
It nudged him further down the street before it turned and scurried its way back to his house.
He sat on the sidewalk confussed. It was pitch black he couldnt play. There wasnt anyone outside and none of the other friends were awake or around right now.
He sighed pondered what the little creature was up to. It was probably going to get him beat again when his parents found out he was outside on the street at two o'clock in the morning.
The explosion rattled the neighborhood. He looked back as his house erupted in flames, the force of the blast knocking him down onto the asphalt of the street.
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