Billy's Last Hours
One voice. DO IT! DO IT! Over and over I hear it in my head. DO IT! DO IT! The 6 rolls in, prefect for the 7. DO IT! DO IT! 7 rolls in, 8 and 9 side by side looking like a pair of eyes. I picture the face, demented, bloody, constantly saying. DO IT! DO IT! Out of all the voices in the world it had to be the most demonic one. DO IT!!! The last words I hear...
There is one thing I remember very well. One thing I know I will remember for the rest of my life. It is a dream I had as a toddler but it stuck very well.
I'm at a playground having the time of my life. My parents are in the distance talking to each other. I don't care as long as I know they are there. I continue to play but then I notice people start to walk away. When the playground becomes empty I expect my parents to come get me to leave. I turn to them and I see them leaving. I yell as loud as I can but they don't turn. I don't exist. They leave and I'm all alone. Billy's childhood...
Billy's Last Memories
Many nights I remember being alone as a child. I was the unwanted child of teenagers. They don't know how the early years of loneness affected me. So I decided to write this...
Billy's Final Minutes
I look at the drawings on my wall...DO IT! I look at my high school logo...DO IT! I look at my past baseball jerseys...DO IT!
I stand up. I walk towards my cabinet. I open the cabinet. I look on the bottom shelf. I see my knife. I see my very sharp knife. I grab the knife. I extend the blade. I test the sharpness. I smile:) My imagination runs wild. What could I possibly do with this knife? A stupid question because I know exactly what to do. I know exactly what I want to do. Then it speaks again...DO IT! DO IT!