Rings Freedom

This story contains both gore and violence as well as mental health issues such as psychosis and kleptomania.

At first it didn’t appear to be anything special. That may be because it wasn’t anywhere near me. Even though I was a crossed the room from it caught my eye and called to me. It’s not the first time I’ve been drawn to an item before but this one felt like it was screaming begging to be freed from its wearer. The screams were so loud it blocked out the music playing in the background and pretty much near deafened me as well. I had to get closer I had to try to help it. As I approach I tried my best to keep focus and scale this guy. But it’s so hard every thing screams for freedom and I have to pick which ones get the chance. Whatever this guy seemed liked your average rich guy to good to even touch the same money you have. God he seems so insufferable no wonder this ring doesn’t want to be near him anymore. Luckily I’m to interactions with people like him mostly because to anyone else I would appear to be a carbon copy of this guy but they don’t know what I truly am. Obviously I can’t just walk up to him this is what he expects everyone to do so I have opted to just “accidentally” bump into him.

“Well excuse you, you you might want to watch where your walking next time” *God I was right He is in sufferable*

“I’m so sorry I just got lost in thought, Flynn Langdon again my apologies I often get lost in thought”

“You’re at a party man what else can be on your mind other than this?”

“Oh, these events can be so tedious to me no one here really wants to provide any conversations with substance so I if I don’t just get lost in thought I’ll probably end up being another mindless drone”

“You know what I actually understand I a world like this individuality is how you truly stand out”

At this point he reached out his hand for a proper introduction and as soon as I came into contact with the ring it was like the flood gates broke unleashing a tiraid of whispered pleads for help. Begging for freedom if it wasn’t for his overly firm grip (probably trying to impress me) I would’ve pulled back as if he had one of those hand buzzers. However I managed to keep my composure. Honestly I know we talked more I can’t begin to say what it was about. The pull from the ring was just so overpowering. Eventually we stopped to talking but he had given me his information and invited me out for drinks sometime. I went home and I just couldn’t stop thinking about ring and is pleads. Like is said before its not abnormal for me to hear them but it was just so vivid where they’re normally just whispers that are easy to block out because I can’t just save everything that asks otherwise people would start noticing. But this ring I don’t know what makes its special but it was SCREAMING and I can’t block them out. I hardly got any sleep all I can see when I close my eyes are that ring nothing else there is no escape no respite all it is that ring. Usually if something specific gets stuck on my mind I can just help something else and block it out but I’ve tried wallets, belts, necklaces, even stuff as brazen as small statues from stores but even the little golden bull pleading for freedom into the green pastures but lurking in the background noise was still the ring incomprehensible as ever but just as loud. I NEED to see it again I think I’m going to call him and see if he’ll go out for drinks sometime soon (it’s going to be terrible but I need to try to get that ring). Well he said yes it took him some convincing but after I said I was in the market for new ventures he hopped on the opportunity *Hook line and Sinker* all of the business “Bros” are the same joke. Well after I few more sleepless nights and increasingly fruitless endeavors to try to stifle the screams for awhile but nothing helped GOD NOTHING HELPS luckily todays the day and I have never been so happy to half to go out drinking with a bro. Well he picked the most gaudy spot for day drinking. When when I say GAUDY I mean it literally screams come day drink and feel rich. Inside it was worse then the exterior at least the the outside tried to maintain some decency but inside there’s what seems to be solid gold statues (obviously plated) of naked women and I spare how much detail it goes into but trust me its rough. Not only where these statues every where the whole room reeked of cigar smoke and musty velvet cushions. I don’t how it was done but it was both shockingly bright like walking into a room with all of the lights on and dark and dank as if we were so deep into the ground. He was sitting in a corner booth you know one of those circular ones however it doesn’t work super well do to the statue in the middle towering over then center. If it wasn’t for the constant scream of the ring I’d probably sank into the velvet seats and try to avoid the staring eyes of the statues but I had a task and I needed to focus luckily the screams made it hard to get off task. We talked for awhile business stuff boring stuff and honestly I actually did not care. Finally I got him to brag about himself which got him talking and showing off his ring. Apparently its an heirloom from his grandfather who died something like ten years ago. This was the first time I truly got to look and hold the ring. Holding sent a shock through my whole body I felt its begs deep in my bones it rattled me so much I was considering if it just was an earthquake but eventually it settled and I came to and got an actually look at it. It was very reminiscent of a class ring with a ruby set in the center of the ring. Along the band I can only assume its was the initials of his grandfather or at least a family name. Holding the ring I could finally hear its cries clearly. Not only did it beg for freedom and to be away from this guy but it begged for justice for it too. I’ve never heard such gruesome details from an item let alone it screaming it as if it knew I could hear, as if it knew I would SAVE it. I have to save it I have to get it way from. 

“Um, pardon me do you happen to know where the bathroom is?”

“Yeah its over that way”

“Ok I’ll be right back”

“Yo man my ring can I have it back” *EVERY FIBER OF MY BODY IN UNISON WITH THE RING SCREAMED TO RUN* 

“Oh yea sorry man I had some sushi and it must have not been super good” 

“No problem we’ve all been there”

“Alright I will be right back”

I need to breath relax breath just breath. The screams are so loud pleading me to come back pleading me to not abandon pleading me to come free it. Its begs are so loud I need to help it I NEED TO GET IT AWAY FROM HIM. 

Something clicked I knew what to do and I knew how to do it walking out of the bathroom it was like the stars aligned the screams faded it was a simple dialogue between the ring and I. I got to learn why the ring wanted free. He didn’t value it he didn’t give it the respect it deserved he flaunted it like it was his when he was truly it’s, and it doesn’t find value in him anymore he’s a worthless piece of flesh that doesn’t the deserve the air he breathes much less to own a ring as beautiful as it. 

“Hey man everything ok you don’t look to hot”

“Well I’m ok I think I need to leave the sushi is hitting harder than I expected” 

“You know what man thats fine, do you live close by?”

“It’s a little bit of a walk”

“You know what I’ll just call an uber for you and I’ll make sure you get home.”

“Oh man you don’t have to”

“Yeah but we still have some more to talk about and I don’t want to go back to the office yet”

“Alright well thank you” 

YES it’s working I didn’t expect him to pity me but he did I just have to grit my teeth and bear through just a little more business talk and then I can free it. We arrived at my home after 30ish minutes it would have just been faster to walk but this way worked better my house is a controlled environment. I invited him in for a thank you drink before he left. Obviously he accept his kind will do anything for a free drink. Once inside I could barely contain my excitement. The ring and I were overflowing joy as the pieces coming together. 

“*He’s not paying attention DO IT NOW FREE ME*”

Hearing the ring demand this I grabbed the nearest heavy-ish thing funnily enough a freed candelabra and I swung it at full force at the back of the head the first thud was wet and reminiscent of a watermelon falling on to concrete he stood dazed for a second and then collapsed.

“*He’s still alive you have to finish him you have to kill him to save me*”

I began swing over and over the ring cackled the laughter filling my head the relief I felt as the ring was being freed was immense. THE LAUGHTER WAS FINALLY DROWNING OUT THE SCREAMS. I kept swinging and swinging not stopping.

“*you did good I can be freed take me you deserve me*”