Something's Wrong

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What is that thing? This is so much bigger than I can understand. Than ANY of us on here can. We're young, we're stupid, just kids that don't know what the fuck they're talking about. Am I the only fucking person that sees these...things? These strange visions, as I've grown to call them? Am I the only one?

That fucking tree is, god. It EATS people. Or does it eat them? I don't know, but whatever it does, there's no more traces of the people left afterwards. Why am I seeing this shit? It's like looking into a pool of memories you weren't supposed to look into. And now you're getting spanked by your mom for ever daring to try.

What happened to that guy? I remember a backpack left over and a phone. But there were OTHERS. The Other People. I don't know what to call them anymore. At first glance you think they're people, but the more you look, the less human they are. You can see it in their eyes. There's something fucked up in there. Something twisted inside them that is aching to crawl out like some kind of monster. You shouldn't look them in the eyes. If you do, maybe they'll take your fucking soul or something. Or maybe worse than that. I don't want to find out.

Where did I go wrong? God, I was just minding my goddamn business. Or maybe it goes further than just getting caught up in it at the wrong place and the wrong time. Have I seen it before, a million times over? That sickening man? The one that ruins everyone's fucking lives? What IS it? WHAT THE FUCK IS IT? I can feel something inside me. It makes me want to cry my eyes out. There's something different about me.

Is that tree the core of everything in the grey world? Does it POWER its very existence? You have to find him.

No. This isn't happening again. SHUT THE FUCK UP. SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

I forgot what I was trying to say. Fuck. Just, just, fuck this shit. There's something in the water. Why is the sun dark?

Fine. FINE, you little freak. You wanna talk so badly? TALK. Oh now you're quiet? FUCK. YOU.

They lost the game. Didn't they? So many lives lost only to accomplish JACK SHIT. You don't ever see them trying anymore. Where is HE? WHERE IS HE? HE IS HOLLOW NOW THAT'S WHAT.

They said they did it. But IT'S STILL HERE THEY ALL ARE

Don't call him that anymore. He's hollow now. HOLLOW. It's not what you THINK you little GIRL.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

Why did I forget? What was I saying? It was important god it was important.

YES YES it was about a theory I thought about when I was thinking about what I said.

It MAKES SENSE. ALL THOSE PEOPLE GONE. FuCK JUST SHUT UP WHO ARE YOU WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU

I don't know how I know all this. It comes and goes like a bouncing ball in my brain. But something is WRONG. What happened to them? It's like all those poor souls were trapped in the past somehow. The world moved on despite everything that happened those years. So many died so many died so many died OH MY GOD THEY ALL DIED

Please come back. Please.

YOU CAN'T BRING BACK THE DEAD. OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD. What happened to you? What happened to US? WHY DID THEY DIE? I'm sorry I can't control this fucking voice. I have to SAY what it SAYS or else my head will EXPLODE.

It was in 2015 when everything exploded. The time leap I was talking about, what IF they ARE all trapped in the past still? All of it, all of THEM? WHAT IS THIS THING?? What happened to US? Are we trapped in the past still? The world feels like it's at a stalemate like nothing's real nothing's real nothing's real.

You remember don't you? You HAVE TO REMEMBER. PLEASE. You forgot. They all did. Like it was a passing dream. YOU'RE DREAMING WAKE UP.

ALL OF IT WAS REAL. YOU HAVE TO REMEMBER THE NIGHTMARE PLEASE I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE THAT REMEMBERS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

THEY KILLED THEM THEY KILLED THEM THEY KILLED THEM

OH MY GOD. NOT EVEN GOD CAN SAVE US NOW.

EVERYTHING IS ON FIRE.

It's coming back, IT'S COMING. THE NIGHTMARE IS COMING. PLEASE.

How could we ever FORGET?

Something's WRONG. With us, with the world. Don't you SEE IT? LOOK CLOSER LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK LOOK

They're coming.

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