Post by twilight on Dec 6, 2017 17:27:56 GMT -5
The year is 1978. Second to last life I had lived. My name was Roberto. But my family and friends called me Bert. I was living in the black hills of South Dakota. My 2 only friends were brothers from the Sioux nation or what was left of them. They lived about a mile away from our spread. We usually met by the wheat fields which separated our communities. There we would usually play, sometimes we’d just walk around looking for stuff to shoot with our bb guns. Sometimes we would go fishing, sometimes we would just work on our tree fort, using old wood and anything we thought could be stuck in a tree without it falling off and hitting one of us in the head.
Its mid September and the migrant farm workers had left. The farmers were busy harvesting and we were walking along the side of the road. Old dirt roads. When an old red pickup truck rolled up to us. There was a man in the truck by himself, maybe 45 or 50. He said if we needed a lift home. We all shook our heads. Back then there was no guarding of ones self as there was today. John and Joseph my friends were 11 years old. I was 10.
The man said his name was Josh. And he kept pulling matches from his dashboard and turning them off with the tip of his thumbnail. John and Joseph that it was cool. He pointed out how hot it was out there so eventually John and Joseph got in the truck and left with him supposedly going back to their camp, they were maybe ¾ of a mile from their home. But they were never seen or heard from again.
Josh took them. There was a big search, people came to talk to me, police came to talk to me. Asked me if we had fought or if there was anything I could remember. I kept telling them of the man in the red truck but they put little emphasis on that. I am not sure if they didn't believe me or just didn't care. But I knew what was real and what was truth.
They gave up after 30 days, most believed they had just run away. But I knew better. 6 months later I started exploring the woods, each day after school I would go out further and further and one day I came about this wooden house in the woods. The same truck but now a pale blue instead of red.
There was a billow of smoke coming from the chimney. It was early March and still kind of chilly. As I approached the house I saw the man named Josh sitting on his sofa asleep, a bottle of wild turkey lay near him almost empty. The TV was on, volume very high. And I knew what I had to do. Josh had taken my only friends in the world and I knew someone like him did not deserve to be here, not in any fashion or form.
I carefully opened the door and walked past him to the stove. Old propane gas stove, and although I had just turned 11. We all know how to work stove. I opened up all the valves and let the putrid smell of the gas fill the room.
And I wanted to wake up, scream at him to tell me where my friends were, what had become of them. But I was afraid of the answer mostly because I knew they had moved on. Josh had taken them. And that was that. Josh had not come forward and it had been in the news for weeks. He had not come forward for a reason. And that one reason was enough to ensure Josh saw the bowels of something much much worse than Jeville.
I found his little stash of matches that he used that warm fall day. I waited almost 3 hours, he almost woke up once or twice. I grabbed a few of his matches and walked over to him. The room was almost suffocating. I could of left the house and waited for him to hopefully move on by himself but I couldn't take that chance. I hold 2 matches in my right hand and nudge him. He didn't wake up. I hit him with his whiskey bottle in his chest and he wakes up, eyes bloodshot. At first I don't think he knows where he is at, or who I am. But after a few seconds that realization does show up.
Josh: What are you doing here?
I do not say a word but he is already smelling the gas and his eyes grow large with alarm. I raise up the matches and flip it with my thumbnail as he had as the flame comes alive he tries to take the flame from me but its too late, the house comes alive with fire, I feel pain for a few seconds and then it is over. Josh is gone and so am I . Worth it. Worth it a thousand times over.
Even a young person I knew right from wrong. I knew a lot. Now I am Twilight and I still know right from wrong.
Emerson being the world champion, that is right. Right as rain.
Travis Deacon you won the IC title for what? Just so you wouldn't defend it, I don't think you even realized you were the IC champ. You lost it just as quick. You were a disappointment like you always were and always will be.
Now onto Robert Saints, there was a time you used to vie for the world title, now you are relegated to being single fiddle or worse yet 3rd string, you are a nobody who never really accomplished anything. Isn't it sad for you that Emerson is wearing that title and you are relegated to 3rd string starter status? It must eat at your ego? Well that's an easy fix Robert. Just do better! Be Better! Its not that hard.
I guess that is all I have to say tonight.
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Its mid September and the migrant farm workers had left. The farmers were busy harvesting and we were walking along the side of the road. Old dirt roads. When an old red pickup truck rolled up to us. There was a man in the truck by himself, maybe 45 or 50. He said if we needed a lift home. We all shook our heads. Back then there was no guarding of ones self as there was today. John and Joseph my friends were 11 years old. I was 10.
The man said his name was Josh. And he kept pulling matches from his dashboard and turning them off with the tip of his thumbnail. John and Joseph that it was cool. He pointed out how hot it was out there so eventually John and Joseph got in the truck and left with him supposedly going back to their camp, they were maybe ¾ of a mile from their home. But they were never seen or heard from again.
Josh took them. There was a big search, people came to talk to me, police came to talk to me. Asked me if we had fought or if there was anything I could remember. I kept telling them of the man in the red truck but they put little emphasis on that. I am not sure if they didn't believe me or just didn't care. But I knew what was real and what was truth.
They gave up after 30 days, most believed they had just run away. But I knew better. 6 months later I started exploring the woods, each day after school I would go out further and further and one day I came about this wooden house in the woods. The same truck but now a pale blue instead of red.
There was a billow of smoke coming from the chimney. It was early March and still kind of chilly. As I approached the house I saw the man named Josh sitting on his sofa asleep, a bottle of wild turkey lay near him almost empty. The TV was on, volume very high. And I knew what I had to do. Josh had taken my only friends in the world and I knew someone like him did not deserve to be here, not in any fashion or form.
I carefully opened the door and walked past him to the stove. Old propane gas stove, and although I had just turned 11. We all know how to work stove. I opened up all the valves and let the putrid smell of the gas fill the room.
And I wanted to wake up, scream at him to tell me where my friends were, what had become of them. But I was afraid of the answer mostly because I knew they had moved on. Josh had taken them. And that was that. Josh had not come forward and it had been in the news for weeks. He had not come forward for a reason. And that one reason was enough to ensure Josh saw the bowels of something much much worse than Jeville.
I found his little stash of matches that he used that warm fall day. I waited almost 3 hours, he almost woke up once or twice. I grabbed a few of his matches and walked over to him. The room was almost suffocating. I could of left the house and waited for him to hopefully move on by himself but I couldn't take that chance. I hold 2 matches in my right hand and nudge him. He didn't wake up. I hit him with his whiskey bottle in his chest and he wakes up, eyes bloodshot. At first I don't think he knows where he is at, or who I am. But after a few seconds that realization does show up.
Josh: What are you doing here?
I do not say a word but he is already smelling the gas and his eyes grow large with alarm. I raise up the matches and flip it with my thumbnail as he had as the flame comes alive he tries to take the flame from me but its too late, the house comes alive with fire, I feel pain for a few seconds and then it is over. Josh is gone and so am I . Worth it. Worth it a thousand times over.
Even a young person I knew right from wrong. I knew a lot. Now I am Twilight and I still know right from wrong.
Emerson being the world champion, that is right. Right as rain.
Travis Deacon you won the IC title for what? Just so you wouldn't defend it, I don't think you even realized you were the IC champ. You lost it just as quick. You were a disappointment like you always were and always will be.
Now onto Robert Saints, there was a time you used to vie for the world title, now you are relegated to being single fiddle or worse yet 3rd string, you are a nobody who never really accomplished anything. Isn't it sad for you that Emerson is wearing that title and you are relegated to 3rd string starter status? It must eat at your ego? Well that's an easy fix Robert. Just do better! Be Better! Its not that hard.
I guess that is all I have to say tonight.
Fade To Light
