The Things Not There
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Category:
Angst › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,326
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
The Things Not There
Author: Hiriyou
Description: I dunno. This is disturbing to other people I guess. *shrug* Includes some really strange gore. It\'s not the best, but here it is. Also, this is the first in an series called the \"Broken Chilren Arc.\"
The Things Not There
I see things that aren't there. I know they're not there... but I want them there. So I put them there. Yesterday, a girl sat next to me in class. She was naked, and her entire left side was decayed. The flesh was rotted clear to the bone with bits of muscle tissue hanging off. The parts of her that weren't rotting were ashen and looked cold as ice. I also saw a man walking a little boy and a dog. He told the little boy to go ahead of him. When the boy did, the man sicced the dog on him. The dog clamped down and tore off chunks of skin and muscle and fat. There was blood all over its muzzle. Then the man backed the dog off and pulled the little boy up. They started walking again as if nothing had happened.
These things aren't there and I know it. I put them there because I want something to see, because no one sees me. I don't smoke anything, take drugs, I'm not crazy, I'll admit I've drunken before... but only a little. But I'm nothing like crazy. Because if I were crazy, then the things I see wouldn't be fake. And I wouldn't be seeing them the way . I . I just want something to see. Nightmares in the daytime. Nightmares don't come to me. Any nightmares I ever had weren't scary and I controlled them. But I wanted to be scared. That's why dreams are sweetly cruel things. They give you a paradise for a time, then it becomes stinging dust in your eyes when you wake up. Nightmares are the dark corners on our dream rooms. But I never stop dreaming, so there are no corners for me. That's why I don't have nightmares.
So I have to make my own nightmares. Make some corners to this endless dream room of mine. That's also why my nightmares only come out in the daytime. They don't like my dream room. And frankly, I can't blame them. Just last week, my nightmare was unusual. I don't know why, because they're all unusual. But it was different then most of them... First there were three people. Two girls and a guy fighting over a dead bird. It had a curved claw sticking through it's neck. Straight through. The people were fighting over who got to stab themselves with the claw while eating the bird whole. They were very loud. I could hear all their words.
It wasn't really a nightmare. But the bird came alive in the guy's throat. The guy had won. That bird pecked a hole through his neck and used the hole to pull the claw out of it's own neck, then fly away. A giant cat came and ripped up the guy's body to shreds in order to get it's claw back.
Remember, I know these things aren't real. It's still true. But I wish they were real. I made them so I could have something to see. That's all. Now I wish that everyone could see them like I can. Maybe it will make them see me. I wish they could. But I don't think they can. It's not that I'm not real. Because I am real. So, I may be there, but they don't want me there, so to them I'm not there at all.
All these things I see... Can you see them, too? If you can't, just take them out of your dream room. They don't like it there.
Description: I dunno. This is disturbing to other people I guess. *shrug* Includes some really strange gore. It\'s not the best, but here it is. Also, this is the first in an series called the \"Broken Chilren Arc.\"
The Things Not There
I see things that aren't there. I know they're not there... but I want them there. So I put them there. Yesterday, a girl sat next to me in class. She was naked, and her entire left side was decayed. The flesh was rotted clear to the bone with bits of muscle tissue hanging off. The parts of her that weren't rotting were ashen and looked cold as ice. I also saw a man walking a little boy and a dog. He told the little boy to go ahead of him. When the boy did, the man sicced the dog on him. The dog clamped down and tore off chunks of skin and muscle and fat. There was blood all over its muzzle. Then the man backed the dog off and pulled the little boy up. They started walking again as if nothing had happened.
These things aren't there and I know it. I put them there because I want something to see, because no one sees me. I don't smoke anything, take drugs, I'm not crazy, I'll admit I've drunken before... but only a little. But I'm nothing like crazy. Because if I were crazy, then the things I see wouldn't be fake. And I wouldn't be seeing them the way . I . I just want something to see. Nightmares in the daytime. Nightmares don't come to me. Any nightmares I ever had weren't scary and I controlled them. But I wanted to be scared. That's why dreams are sweetly cruel things. They give you a paradise for a time, then it becomes stinging dust in your eyes when you wake up. Nightmares are the dark corners on our dream rooms. But I never stop dreaming, so there are no corners for me. That's why I don't have nightmares.
So I have to make my own nightmares. Make some corners to this endless dream room of mine. That's also why my nightmares only come out in the daytime. They don't like my dream room. And frankly, I can't blame them. Just last week, my nightmare was unusual. I don't know why, because they're all unusual. But it was different then most of them... First there were three people. Two girls and a guy fighting over a dead bird. It had a curved claw sticking through it's neck. Straight through. The people were fighting over who got to stab themselves with the claw while eating the bird whole. They were very loud. I could hear all their words.
It wasn't really a nightmare. But the bird came alive in the guy's throat. The guy had won. That bird pecked a hole through his neck and used the hole to pull the claw out of it's own neck, then fly away. A giant cat came and ripped up the guy's body to shreds in order to get it's claw back.
Remember, I know these things aren't real. It's still true. But I wish they were real. I made them so I could have something to see. That's all. Now I wish that everyone could see them like I can. Maybe it will make them see me. I wish they could. But I don't think they can. It's not that I'm not real. Because I am real. So, I may be there, but they don't want me there, so to them I'm not there at all.
All these things I see... Can you see them, too? If you can't, just take them out of your dream room. They don't like it there.