Setting sun

Yeah, I'm a cunt. I'm a dick head, user, abuser.. you name it, thats what I am. I'm sorry, but it's who I am, what I do, it's in my blood, it's a voice in my head that I can't hear that takes control when it wants to. Get the fuck over it.

The setting sun seemed to be trying to burn as much as it could before it disappeared completely from view, the last of it's scolding burn was nearly over, for now. It had been a week since I had got out of hospital, the knock to the head from.. myself was pretty bad, even the doctors couldn't explain why my head had turned out so bad.

On the good side of things, they did find the silver liquid that was on the back of my head from the first blow I copped, they couldn't explain what it was, but it had gotten into my blood stream, they were also too nervous about trying to take it out, it seemed to have connected to my blood cells and everything else it came into contact with. It wasn't causing me any harm though, so they let me go and I got told if ANYTHING out of the ordinary happened again, I was to be rushed back to the hospital, I was happy they didn't make me stay and conduct crazy scientist experiments on me.

I was back at home now, constantly wondering what had happened that night, my body still felt weak and fragile from the attack. Almost anything I touched seemed to echo a weird sensation through-out my whole body. Even Dad noticed the difference in me, kept on asking why I was giving things weird looks, interacting with things like the fridge for no reason at all, it was like I was going crazy, or I was acting like a newborn child that had just learned how to walk.

My dream, or nightmare, was weird that night. I dreamed that I was the creature that attacked me, I was rushing through the wilderness, destroying tree's and such, anything that was in my way was turned to ash. I kept running as fast as I could, letting myself feel the rush of wind brush past my face. I then got to an open oval that was surrounded by a bunch of small old buildings, the grass was a dead gray colour, and it looked like I could push the buildings over without trying. In the center of the oval was a child, about 10 or 12 years old, bright blond hair, and fair skin, probably about 4 foot tall, the child wasn't doing anything except for staring at the ground with tears streaming from his eyes. I watched, I felt like I couldn't move from my spot, it felt like I had seen this scene before... I felt like I had to be here to see this, to see what the child would do. My adrenaline began to fade.. that was when 2 men appeared.