Breezy windy day

Just like that. the spring festival has come to be. It is one of the most memerable events of the year. Kids playing on the bouncy booth only to then be yelled at by their mothers. Ah and you can’t forget the sweets! The taste of the delicious apple pie along with chocolate coated strawberries. I can just taste the delicious goodness on my lips. I love the joy and happiness the event brings.

But I want no part of it. It hurt me to think about ever day. It brings back all those memories from year prior. The year when my life was torn to shreds. It is that day that I lost all hope in humanity.

The year started at that place. That place in the festival. Every year I despise everyone who goes there. It hurts me to think about. Still though, every year I force my self to go there. I don’t want anything like that to happen to anyone else. No one deserves that. That was how I came to loosing my eye after all.

It was supposed to just be a prank, or so they say. But I know the truth. Better than anyone else. They wanted this to happen. I still don’t know what I did to upset them so much that they would do that, but I know it was on purpose.

The culprit was never found and no one was to blame. Someone did this and I want to know who. I remember bits and pieces of what happened before but I remember that memories as clear as glass. It is as if it was glued to my brain. It is the clearest memories that I have.

Now everything year I go to sit there. And wait, wait for my life to be torn apart again and again. Watching myself be taken and tortured again and again.

That was the night my life changed for good. The two boys from class took me from the fesival and burned me. They cut my eye out all just so they could say I told you so. Yet by the time I got free all the police said was that it was a prank gone wrong. So now every year I go back to the place it happened searching for answers.

Every year it is the same. I go there, try and search for answer only for nothing to change. So every year I leave there with disappointment and no step closer to finding the answer, until this year.

As I got to the festival I noticed this young girl about 13 years old. She had blond hair but dyed the tips red. But that wasn’t what stood out. She had a teddy bear, just like what I had all those years ago. Maybe the bear had something to do with it? Or maybe it’s wishful thinking. I have been looking for so long yet no luck. It’s almost as if someone is preventing me from succeeding.

As time went on I followed the girl around. She went on the rock climbing wall, and had some sweets only to then look around confused and almost as if in a daze walk to the park. I remember it happening to myself as well. Its almost as if I’m watching myself on that day all over again.

I remember that creepy looking park. The swing never stop swinging as if a ghost riding it along. Sing along to songs. All memories of the outside life is demolished as if it is gone. Only to be filled in with lies. Lies of torture and torment.

As I stare at the girl in front of me I realize. It isn’t a different girl. It is me. From 15 years ago when it all happened. From the day my life was torn, torn into shreds. I am finally able to get the pieces together. That memory of the boys were false. That park gave me it. Dug it deep into my brain so I would remember it. It was so real that I felt it happen. Something is going on here. Something beyond the earth. Something happened here 15 years ago. Something no one has ever seen before. I watch as younger me reaches up and climbs onto the swing. Everything around me vanishes into dust as I stare at only her/me. I can hear voices echoing in my head screaming to leave and never come back. To save myself from endless pain.

Yet I still stay there sitting almost as if I am frozen in fear. Only to be pulled deaper and deaper into the void. Darkness surrounds me pulling at me. Hands reach out to me and pull at me tearing at my eyes. So this is how it happened.

Suddently everything goes white. It blinds my eye and the next thing I see is my younger limp body sprawled on the floor. Bloody with one eyes missing. People around me scream at me and try to help me. The police soon came and carried me away. I know what happens next. I wake up a few days later screaming about them with the memories I got plugged into my brain. I scream to them with my lies. No wonder they never found the culprit, there never was any. Or at least no earthly being.

Something is wrong with that park. I have gone to it many differnt times throughout my childhood yet only on this day, the day of the festival did that ghost or whatever it is come to claw at me. I am possibly the only person who knows the truth and I can’t stop them. No matter how hard I’ll try.

Little do I know what really happened until years later. Now that I finally know. I must be terminate. I have to be stopped. The darkness has come back to finish its job. And pull me away into the darkness for the rest of enternitt.