Post by The Lost One on Apr 30, 2014 17:20:42 GMT -6
You know how they tell you that you can't remember your dreams? Some people will disagree, while others will agree whole heartedly but what they will all agree on is that there is a reason for it. The barrier between dreams and reality is made to keep you grounded. To keep you from reaching for dreams that are either impossible or simply unrealistic.
There is however another reason. A darker reason. Both simple and yet so completely profound. The barrier between dreams and reality exists to protect you. To protect you from all the things you would rather not remember.....or are simply to painful to face. A place where your soul can scream and hopefully heal.
The man known simply as Brody sat alone in a empty movie theater. No popcorn. No soda. He stared vacant eyed at the screen as a scene played. A scene of a party, or more accurately the backroom of a party. The girl on the screen couldn't have been a day over nineteen. She had strawberry blond hair and a slender build. She had a sheet wrapped around her body, holding it up over her chest. Her hair was a mess and her face was one of complete disbelief.
Standing near the door pulling on a pair of jeans was Brody. His hair was a bit longer and he was younger, but he had the same arrogant smirk on his lips and what were clearly fresh scratches on his back. He ran his fingers through his hair and the girl said something, but no sound came from the image.
Sitting in the crowd Brody looked over to his left and found the girl sitting beside him wearing a simple pair of jeans and a T-Shirt. She looked smug. Happy even. Brody licked his lips and closed his eyes willing her to go away but she wouldn't. Finally his eyes slid open and he whispered.
Brody: “....I'm.....sorry.”
Girl: “I know.”
Brody: “I....didn't know....”
Girl: “I know. Do you even remember my name?”
Brody: “....No.”
Girl: “Didn't think so....”
The girl shimmered and vanished and the movie screen was replaced by a night club. The woman was nearly thirty with jet black hair and a dressed that hugged every one of her curves. Brody looked much like he did now, his eyes narrowed on the woman from the bar where he leaned with a beer in his hand and a plan forming in his head.
Sitting in the audience Brody had to shut his hands over his ears and cradle his head in his arms to protect his ears from the sounds which suddenly began. Thunderous and loud. Imposing and completely unwelcome. The woman's screams and shrieks and moans, played at volumes even a rap concert wouldn't dare try.
Brody's screams for mercy from the sounds were completely drowned out by the screams and then finally the sounds stopped. The screen showed the woman with smeared make-up standing outside Brody's house with her head down in shame.
Brody didn't need to look next to him. He felt her presence. Sitting where the girl had once sat was the woman. Dressed in the same beautiful gown with mascara running down her face and her eyes accusing. Brody didn't look at her, simply whispered.
Brody: “....I didn't know.....forgive me.....”
Woman: “Why would I forgive you? You ruined my life.”
Brody: “....I'm so sorry.....”
Woman: “Did you know I was married.....and drunk?”
Brody: “....Yes....”
Woman: “And you did it anyway.....”
Brody: “....Y...Yes....”
Woman: “And someday, someone is going to do it to you.”
Brody: “....Please....no more....”
The woman's laughter echoed like a ghost as she faded away and Brody looked up again and then quickly back down. It was a scene he knew all to well. The Goth Club and poor Candice. Blue jeans and a black corset with a pretty pink highlight at her bangs. Brody didn't need to look over....he could smell her.
Brody: “...Candice.....”
Candice: “You remembered my name. I am shocked.”
Brody: “....Why?”
Candice: “Because your a using, manipulative bastard.”
Brody: “No....why this.....am I in hell?”
Candice: “No my dear. You are sleeping.”
Brody: “....Sleeping?”
Candice: “....How else could I be here?”
Brody: “......”
Candice: “Are you ready?”
Brody: “....for what?”
Candice's phantom laugh faded like a whisper on the wind and Brody looked up. His eyes immediately snapped shut when he saw the club. When he saw Ashley and Bethany. He shook his head but the more he refused to look the louder the volume became. Jeszika's screams. Her begged words becoming so loud the seats around him were vibrating.
Even with his hands over his ears it wasn't enough. Blood began to run down his hands from his ears and he began to cry, but the pressure in his skull was to much. The tears came out as thick lines of blood. His whole body began to tremble as he begged over and over for it to end, but he couldn't even her his own voice over the screams that slowly turned into mocking laughter.
Then they were all around him. Jeszika, Candice, Aerynn, Ashley, Bethany and so many others. Over a hundred standing in every row and filling every seat. Pointing and laughing with merriment as the sound of Jeszika's laughter, turned into shrieks for Mistress.
Brody lifted his head, blood now running freely down his cheeks and from his ears and began to scream his soundless scream. And he would scream for what felt like hours listening to Jeszika and Melissa while all the women he had wronged laughed and watched.
Broderick Montgomery III sat bolt up in bed a sheen of cold sweat standing out over his naked body. He was unshaven with a faint outline of stubble on his cheeks. He sat leaned up in bed with his hand over his face and his chest rising and falling as he gulped in deep breath after deep breath. It wasn't until he pulled his hand away from his face that he realized he was crying.
A hand reached out blindly for the cell phone on the counter and the blinding flash of blue showed him ten missed calls. A wild hope surged through him but was quickly deflated as he hit of the button on the screen and skimmed through the list of missed calls.
Ten missed calls from Aerynn.
A quick toss of his hand sends the phone flying to the floor where it bounced and he slid from the bed. Brody walked through the house and into the kitchen in the dark where the black haired figure of Rose was waiting for him.
Rose: “I was wondering when you would wake up.”
Brody: “....Get out.”
Rose: “....I am only here with some last minute legal papers that require your signature.”
Brody: “....They can wait.”
Rose: “No they can't! That bitch cannot ruin your whole life.”
Brody: “.....You won't go away until I do will you?”
Rose: “....Nope.”
Brody made a irritated noise low in his throat and twisted the cap off a half empty bottle of Crown Royal. A quick snap of his fingers for a pen. As he reached out to sign the documents with one hand he lifted the bottle with the other. The bottle was drained by the time he finished signing.
Rose smiled happily and turned for the door. She made it halfway when the bottle shattered on the wall next to the door and Brody snarled.
Brody: “Get out....and the next time you call her.....something she isn't....the bottle won't miss.”
Rose pulled the door open and looked back over her shoulder.
Rose: “Don't worry Mr. Montgomery. It will all get better in time. It all gets better once you accept your fate. I know it's scary and sometimes it's going to hurt....and you will beg for death....but when it's all done and over with....you will never know fear.....or remorse....or pain again. This will make you stronger.”
The door closed and Brody stared after it awhile. He didn't want to hear that it would be okay. The world would never be okay again. He felt like his entire soul was bleeding. A second bottle of Crown was pulled from the shelf and he staggered back toward the bedroom.
Brody stood in the center of the doorway leading to his bedroom when he lifted the bottle and took a long, deep drink. He wavered back and forth still more then a little drunk from before bed and then he saw it. Sticking out the top, from behind the dresser.
The wooden shaft and strings. A quick movement pulled it from out behind the dresser. Brody sat down on the bed. He set the bottle of Crown down on the floor and began to strum, but the audio of what he sang simply died away leaving the screen in silence.
After he finished singing he stood up suddenly and swung the guitar against the wall and then the dresser and finally against the door frame until it splintered in his hand. Breathing hard he pulled the bottle of Crown up from the floor and took another long drink, looking over the shattered remains of the life had had left.
When he finally slid down the bed to the floor he broke down. Broderick Montgomery finally felt true heartache. After his entire life, he finally knew what it felt like, and he didn't think he would survive it.
There he sat, on the floor with the bottle of Crown tipped over and spilling out over the carpet around him with his face in his hands. And it was then as everything when dark the strings of the guitar were heard. Gentle and steady. As the words came a soft vibrate could be heard and a screen flashed across the screen. Jeszika's face with the words "I'm sorry..." written via text message, but Brody never saw it. In his rage he had kicked it under the bed, and by the time he sobered up the next morning, and found his phone under the bed, it would have been deleted.
There is however another reason. A darker reason. Both simple and yet so completely profound. The barrier between dreams and reality exists to protect you. To protect you from all the things you would rather not remember.....or are simply to painful to face. A place where your soul can scream and hopefully heal.
**
The man known simply as Brody sat alone in a empty movie theater. No popcorn. No soda. He stared vacant eyed at the screen as a scene played. A scene of a party, or more accurately the backroom of a party. The girl on the screen couldn't have been a day over nineteen. She had strawberry blond hair and a slender build. She had a sheet wrapped around her body, holding it up over her chest. Her hair was a mess and her face was one of complete disbelief.
Standing near the door pulling on a pair of jeans was Brody. His hair was a bit longer and he was younger, but he had the same arrogant smirk on his lips and what were clearly fresh scratches on his back. He ran his fingers through his hair and the girl said something, but no sound came from the image.
Sitting in the crowd Brody looked over to his left and found the girl sitting beside him wearing a simple pair of jeans and a T-Shirt. She looked smug. Happy even. Brody licked his lips and closed his eyes willing her to go away but she wouldn't. Finally his eyes slid open and he whispered.
Brody: “....I'm.....sorry.”
Girl: “I know.”
Brody: “I....didn't know....”
Girl: “I know. Do you even remember my name?”
Brody: “....No.”
Girl: “Didn't think so....”
The girl shimmered and vanished and the movie screen was replaced by a night club. The woman was nearly thirty with jet black hair and a dressed that hugged every one of her curves. Brody looked much like he did now, his eyes narrowed on the woman from the bar where he leaned with a beer in his hand and a plan forming in his head.
Sitting in the audience Brody had to shut his hands over his ears and cradle his head in his arms to protect his ears from the sounds which suddenly began. Thunderous and loud. Imposing and completely unwelcome. The woman's screams and shrieks and moans, played at volumes even a rap concert wouldn't dare try.
Brody's screams for mercy from the sounds were completely drowned out by the screams and then finally the sounds stopped. The screen showed the woman with smeared make-up standing outside Brody's house with her head down in shame.
Brody didn't need to look next to him. He felt her presence. Sitting where the girl had once sat was the woman. Dressed in the same beautiful gown with mascara running down her face and her eyes accusing. Brody didn't look at her, simply whispered.
Brody: “....I didn't know.....forgive me.....”
Woman: “Why would I forgive you? You ruined my life.”
Brody: “....I'm so sorry.....”
Woman: “Did you know I was married.....and drunk?”
Brody: “....Yes....”
Woman: “And you did it anyway.....”
Brody: “....Y...Yes....”
Woman: “And someday, someone is going to do it to you.”
Brody: “....Please....no more....”
The woman's laughter echoed like a ghost as she faded away and Brody looked up again and then quickly back down. It was a scene he knew all to well. The Goth Club and poor Candice. Blue jeans and a black corset with a pretty pink highlight at her bangs. Brody didn't need to look over....he could smell her.
Brody: “...Candice.....”
Candice: “You remembered my name. I am shocked.”
Brody: “....Why?”
Candice: “Because your a using, manipulative bastard.”
Brody: “No....why this.....am I in hell?”
Candice: “No my dear. You are sleeping.”
Brody: “....Sleeping?”
Candice: “....How else could I be here?”
Brody: “......”
Candice: “Are you ready?”
Brody: “....for what?”
Candice's phantom laugh faded like a whisper on the wind and Brody looked up. His eyes immediately snapped shut when he saw the club. When he saw Ashley and Bethany. He shook his head but the more he refused to look the louder the volume became. Jeszika's screams. Her begged words becoming so loud the seats around him were vibrating.
Even with his hands over his ears it wasn't enough. Blood began to run down his hands from his ears and he began to cry, but the pressure in his skull was to much. The tears came out as thick lines of blood. His whole body began to tremble as he begged over and over for it to end, but he couldn't even her his own voice over the screams that slowly turned into mocking laughter.
Then they were all around him. Jeszika, Candice, Aerynn, Ashley, Bethany and so many others. Over a hundred standing in every row and filling every seat. Pointing and laughing with merriment as the sound of Jeszika's laughter, turned into shrieks for Mistress.
Brody lifted his head, blood now running freely down his cheeks and from his ears and began to scream his soundless scream. And he would scream for what felt like hours listening to Jeszika and Melissa while all the women he had wronged laughed and watched.
**
Broderick Montgomery III sat bolt up in bed a sheen of cold sweat standing out over his naked body. He was unshaven with a faint outline of stubble on his cheeks. He sat leaned up in bed with his hand over his face and his chest rising and falling as he gulped in deep breath after deep breath. It wasn't until he pulled his hand away from his face that he realized he was crying.
A hand reached out blindly for the cell phone on the counter and the blinding flash of blue showed him ten missed calls. A wild hope surged through him but was quickly deflated as he hit of the button on the screen and skimmed through the list of missed calls.
Ten missed calls from Aerynn.
A quick toss of his hand sends the phone flying to the floor where it bounced and he slid from the bed. Brody walked through the house and into the kitchen in the dark where the black haired figure of Rose was waiting for him.
Rose: “I was wondering when you would wake up.”
Brody: “....Get out.”
Rose: “....I am only here with some last minute legal papers that require your signature.”
Brody: “....They can wait.”
Rose: “No they can't! That bitch cannot ruin your whole life.”
Brody: “.....You won't go away until I do will you?”
Rose: “....Nope.”
Brody made a irritated noise low in his throat and twisted the cap off a half empty bottle of Crown Royal. A quick snap of his fingers for a pen. As he reached out to sign the documents with one hand he lifted the bottle with the other. The bottle was drained by the time he finished signing.
Rose smiled happily and turned for the door. She made it halfway when the bottle shattered on the wall next to the door and Brody snarled.
Brody: “Get out....and the next time you call her.....something she isn't....the bottle won't miss.”
Rose pulled the door open and looked back over her shoulder.
Rose: “Don't worry Mr. Montgomery. It will all get better in time. It all gets better once you accept your fate. I know it's scary and sometimes it's going to hurt....and you will beg for death....but when it's all done and over with....you will never know fear.....or remorse....or pain again. This will make you stronger.”
The door closed and Brody stared after it awhile. He didn't want to hear that it would be okay. The world would never be okay again. He felt like his entire soul was bleeding. A second bottle of Crown was pulled from the shelf and he staggered back toward the bedroom.
Brody stood in the center of the doorway leading to his bedroom when he lifted the bottle and took a long, deep drink. He wavered back and forth still more then a little drunk from before bed and then he saw it. Sticking out the top, from behind the dresser.
The wooden shaft and strings. A quick movement pulled it from out behind the dresser. Brody sat down on the bed. He set the bottle of Crown down on the floor and began to strum, but the audio of what he sang simply died away leaving the screen in silence.
After he finished singing he stood up suddenly and swung the guitar against the wall and then the dresser and finally against the door frame until it splintered in his hand. Breathing hard he pulled the bottle of Crown up from the floor and took another long drink, looking over the shattered remains of the life had had left.
When he finally slid down the bed to the floor he broke down. Broderick Montgomery finally felt true heartache. After his entire life, he finally knew what it felt like, and he didn't think he would survive it.
There he sat, on the floor with the bottle of Crown tipped over and spilling out over the carpet around him with his face in his hands. And it was then as everything when dark the strings of the guitar were heard. Gentle and steady. As the words came a soft vibrate could be heard and a screen flashed across the screen. Jeszika's face with the words "I'm sorry..." written via text message, but Brody never saw it. In his rage he had kicked it under the bed, and by the time he sobered up the next morning, and found his phone under the bed, it would have been deleted.
“It's too late, to go back.
I let the darkness seap through the cracks.
Love is bleeding.
I curse my breathing.
The day is gone.
….The day is gone...."
I let the darkness seap through the cracks.
Love is bleeding.
I curse my breathing.
The day is gone.
….The day is gone...."
