Room for one more?

(Thank you Gslinger for your kind words, this is my first attempt at posting any work online, so any input good... or bad... would be appreciated, I hope this doesn't start falling into predictability)

 

Re-living that night always gives me Goosebumps; mainly because it’s the night where everything changed... When I awoke the next morning, I found myself back in my own bed, at home, as if nothing had happened. I remember panicking, checking my hands for shards of stone but came to the conclusion it must have been a nightmare, a horrible mind breaking nightmare.

Ignorance is bliss,

but what do you expect after such an experience?

Dressing as normal, I noticed a subtle change as I stared at myself in the mirror. My usual pale skin had taken on a healthy glow, the slightest hint of a tan. If I hadn’t known better, I would have thought that the boy staring back at me spent all his days outside in the sun, playing sports all day long. My hair too had become shinier and I felt really good both physically and mentally.

Sheer coincidence I’m sure.

Back at home and at school my appearance didn’t go unnoticed, and it was fair to say that I attracted a lot of attention. I may as well have been a completely different person. After that, things settled down, Colin and the others had been shocked to see me but were also happy to pretend nothing had ever happened. It remained that way until I turned sixteen.

Ah... the joys of becoming a young adult.

Sixteen came and went; it was easy to say I did feel different. Physically my body had changed a lot. I had grown in height and bulked out muscle wise practically over night, and I had to admit I was impressed but thought it to be a normal occurrence... I mean, you only turn sixteen once don’t you. Something that wasn’t normal was a voice, or more specifically, voices... it was one voice, chatting about anything and everything all at once in a persistent whisper. It sounded more like millions of insects in a box, the constant insistent clawing.

It took a long time but I learned to ignore it, filter it all out, however as the weeks passed, the number of voices seemed to lessen, but those that remained grew in volume. By the time I turned seventeen, the voices died... all accept one. This surviving voice was strong, commanding and confident... Something I had become by now with the dramatic change in my body and attitude, well more so than I had ever been before.

I tried my best to ignore it like I had the others, but it would say things, talk to me about the people I was around, shout and scream and laugh as if all at once. It was enough to drive even the strongest mind insane...

Well who wouldn’t believe themselves

to be insane if they heard voices in their head all the time?

Eventually it came to the point where I had had enough; it was time to seek help, or at least advice on how to deal with this thing in my head. So I made an appointment to see the school councillor, a nice woman on the whole, but quite all there either now that I think about it. The conversation was pleasant, she asked about home, family, how I was doing work wise, and then finally about the voices... I couldn’t help laughing at the idea of sharing my head but it was true all the same. I was indeed losing my mind, or so I dearly believed.

 She asked about when they started happening, how or why I think they started... the usual sorts of questions I suppose. Then she made the mistake of asking what it was saying now. I fell silent for a moment, and for once so did the voice, I got the distinct impression it was smiling, and not pleasantly either.

Who wouldn’t try to take advantage

 of this sort of question?

A laugh completely unlike my own broke through my lips. It was long, low and sinister to say the least making my skin crawl. I must have had an out-of-body experience at this moment because my body, much that it was my body, got up out of the chair while I was still sat in it, or at least watching from it. Surreal isn’t quite the word, but it will have to do, because I don’t know a better word to describe it all.

Well if you’re not in control,

your not responsible for your actions either are you...

At first I had to laugh, it couldn’t possibly be real. I reasoned at the time that I must be day-dreaming, but that train of thought soon came to a sudden halt when my body reached out and snatched up her notepad before tearing it to shreds. The look on her face was a picture, however, things got much worse.

Oh much worse...

Once there was nothing between my body, who I was not happy with in the slightest, and the councillor, he literally pounced on her. All at once I choked on my laughter as they both went backwards as her chair tipped up and over. Her cry was muffled quickly and I panicked, not knowing what was going on. I don’t know how but I was suddenly back in control of my body and I visibly paled, feeling the colour drain from my face as the situation became clear. I, or he, or whoever was in control at the time had pinned her to the floor and commenced a massive make-out session. Don’t get me wrong, she was hot, but she was easily twice my age, a member of the school staff and a married woman... what was worst of all out of all these things was that she didn’t fight back.

It’s amazing what you find out

 when you go for something.

However, there is going for it, and ‘going for it’. I’m glad I was able to stop; otherwise she may have been naked by this point. I broke the kiss quickly, and removed my hands from her breasts as if I had been burned before literally scrambling to my feet while she lay in a crumpled heap below me with a confused and slightly hurt expression on her face. I told her that’s what happens when you ask questions and left just as quickly as my legs could carry me.

I fled from the school grounds and returned home even though it was barely lunchtime; all the while deep booming laughter rang in my head. I remember throwing open the door to my parents’ house, slamming it shut behind me and screaming with rage at the top of my lungs... only then did the laughter stop and a managed to silence myself for a moment.

Waking the dead springs to mind...

Now as far as things had come, the trick gone wrong, the voices, my altered physical appearance and mental state... not to mention jumping a member of the schools staff, had all seemed a prologue to this moment; first contact as it were.

A big moment for one and all I am sure.