Home sweet Hell

It's Sunday evening, another partially eventful weekend has passed by, and I'm still bored of it.. The same shit happens, as much as I look forward to weekends, the only reason why I treasure them is because I know I don't have anything to worry about, I can mellow out.

As some of you may know, I have quit doing pot.. and I'm having a rough time with it.. especially with whats happened, my mind doesn't stop racing about everything, and my body isn't coping well with the change back to oxygen.

With that, I have also decided to cut down on alcohol, no more than 3 - 6 beer's in one night. Why you ask? why would I do such a stupid thing? well, it isn't stupid, not to me. See, I'm a paranoid fuck, and every time I get either stoned or drunk, someone starts on me (it isn't because of my intoxication, they just have a problem with someone else and I somehow get involved) and I haven't ever been able to fight back because of being too fucked up, and it makes me feel sick, so I'm never getting to that point again.

So, on Friday night, I went to Sam's and caught up with him and Connor, I miss those guys so much at times it isn't funny.. at all. Last night, being Saturday night, me and a group of people went to my mates going away party.. he's going to Europe for 6 months. After leaving there we went to Donkey's, watched movies etc etc.

Had softball today, which I had one of my worst games this season, it was raining, cold, wind was strong AND the opposition was making my job as catcher as rough as fuck, they moved as far back into the box as they could, and leaned as far over the plate as they could. Leaving me in the dark for trying to see a ball hurtling at me at 70 K's an hour.

One particular pitch pissed me off. At first it was just a normal pitch of dads, a little too high and to the inside of the plate, about a second before I would usually catch it, the ball dropped 90 degree's and moved outside, smacked me in the arm and bounced into my stomach. Also accidentally threw the ball at the umpires head.

So here I am, back in home sweet hell, slowly preparing myself for a week of boredom at work, doing bell testing for 10 weeks, oh such joy.

The wind blew from behind me, urging me to go forward, towards the 2 men. They started talking to the child, doing the whole "jump in my car and I will give you lollies" story. The child didn't buy it and tried to run away, he ran towards me. I wonder if he can see the giant monster lurking in the darkness next to the bush, wouldn't that scare him even more? I watched as he ran his little legs off, the men were laughing and started running after him. Disgusting. The child screamed and kept running towards me, he must have been a fast runner for his age, because it looked like he thought he could out run them, aside the slight fear that showed in his face there was a look of hope and almost looked relieved because of the distance between him and the men.. but he didn't realize they were gaining on him quickly.

I kept running and running, hoping that I could outrun the so-called police officers, I knew that all policemen wore a blue uniform, they thought they could trick me could they? I was smarter than these men, they are the ones my school told me to watch out for, but where am I to run away to? into the bush? there wasn't much choice for me now. I noticed a huge strange looking tree, it looked like it was alive. "Don't run from the police! we are only here to help you!" the men yelled, and almost lost their footing with laughter. I ran and ran, closer to the bush, maybe I could lose them in there.

I heard a very low growl, it came from the weird looking tree... as I got closer I realized it wasn't a tree. I couldn't tell what it was, It stood much taller than my daddy and mummy! a lot bigger than anyone I had ever seen. I stopped and stared at the beast, my brain told me to turn around and run away but my feet wouldn't listen. The men laughed "Finally come to your senses? come back and we will show you our policeman car!" I didn't look away from the beast, I felt like it was staring right at me, even though I couldn't see it's eyes... If it had any.

The men came next to me and grabbed me by my arms, and stopped when they noticed the beast looking our way. "what the fuck is that!?" the taller, fatter of the men asked, he had white balding hair, gray eyes and was very wrinkly. "Don't fucking ask me, shoot it for fucks sake before it attacks us or something!" the younger one said, he had black hair and big brown eyes, he was very thin and had a strong American accent. The older man pulled out a semi-auto glock and was about to pull the trigger. I blinked, and the beast had disappeared.

None of them knew it just yet, but I was actually about 5 meters behind them now, I laughed to myself about their stupidity. I growled loudly this time, and they turned around "What the fuck!?" one of the men said, as the other started to fire at me, I pounced over the stream of the pissy lead bullets and landed onto the old man's head and took him down to the floor with a thud, for the child it must have felt like an earthquake. I looked into the gray eyes of the old withered man. He was speechless with fear. Or maybe I had killed him on impact.

The younger one screamed and ran over to the child and picked him up and started running back the way he came. Again, laughing to myself.. what chance did he really have? the feeling of power over these 2 idiots felt insane. I leaped over their heads and landed about 10 cm's in front of where he was running to. I then picked him up by his throat, the child screamed as he let go of him, and feel to the floor. At first, I had a fairly loose grip around the frail man's neck, I could rip him in two with my fingers. He managed to get out a small pipe he had concealed on him and hit me in the head with it, not that it did much damage, it merely broke over my head. I then squeezed as hard as I could, smashed his puny body into the ground and squashed his pathetic looking face into the ground, blood splattered out everywhere. I looked up and saw the old man about 5 meters away, pointing the gun at me, I sprinted, as fast as I could at him. His face changed from one that looked like it had won, into a face that knew that these were the last seconds of his life. My tank-like body connected with his, and within seconds, he was flattened to the ground. He was dead.

I looked for the child and he was suddenly right in my face, he had blood all over his face, and his upper lip was terribly cut up.. but he didn't look human anymore. He looked dazed.. he open his mouth to say something. Then I woke up.