Who decided that this was a good idea: Call Joey Immediately

3ab7c99ce1a32b4c5c78a2e62eb9cea3 It felt amazing to feel the autumn sun on my skin as I got out of bed and stretched. But, I really needed answers. Why am I so sore? How did I end up here the way I am? Why am I bandaged up? I had a list of questions that went on and on in my head….

I immediately picked up my phone and dialed for Joey. He picked up immediately, thank god. “Hey Mikey! How are you feeling man?”

“I feel like I got hit by a bus.”

“Oh yeah… I bet you do!” Joey nervously laughed.

“Errmm- I mean I’m really really hurting man. What the fuck happened last night?” I said impatiently.

We got into a car accident last night, man. There was a raccoon or coyote or something that ran straight across in front of the car and I swerved and hit a tree. It was really, really bad. Jen, Nick, and Jeff got a little bit of a beating, but you got the brunt of it. You We all had to go to the hospital last night. Even I got some scratches and what not.” I could tell that Joey was trying his best to sound calm, even though I could just barely hear how anxious he was by the tone of his voice. “I’m so so so sorry Mikey! I never ever meant for any of this to happen.” He said in a strangled whisper that turned into gentle sobs. 

“Joey, hey hey, don’t worry about it! We can talk more about this after school if you want. Maybe grab some dinner or have a cup of coffee?” 

“Are you sure you’re going to feel up to meeting up?” still gently sobbing.

“I’m pretty sore man, but I’m not dead!” I exclaimed, feeling a hint of worry rise up in my voice. My whole body felt as stiff as a board, heavy as lead, and throbbing like tiny pins and needles pulsating through my whole body. 

“Okay,” He sniffled. “One of my classes was cancelled today, I can grab some stuff and bring it home, is that okay? Jeff, Sandra, Nick, and Jen were going to meet up at Nick’s place later on. We were going to order pizza and play some games on his Xbox. Did you want to come along then too? Only if you feel up to it. The doctor left behind some specific instructions on what you can and cannot do. I left it on your dresser before I headed out for class.” I paused for a second and looked around my room to find the papers.

“Ah, okay I see them.” I glanced over them for a bit, some of the instructions seemed a little off… At first my vision blurred for a bit before I could see the list: Michael A. Johnson, age 21, height 6′ 1”, weight 176 lbs, diagnosis minor concussion with bruising of the ribs, spine, and collar-bone. Care instructions 8-9 weeks of bedrest, laying flat on stomach with little to no lighting. Keep all windows shut at all time and take 4 vicodin in the morning, evening, afternoon, and mid-twilight, never leave the house alone ever again, keep note that they are always watching you Mikey…. My heart began to race. “How come I don’t remember going to the hospital?”

“You were knocked out when we took you in. The doctor said that you had a slight concussion, a couple bruised ribs, and you sprained some of the tendons, shit I can’t remember what they were called, in your knees and elbows. Thankfully it wasn’t anything worse than that. We all thought you were a goner…” He sniffled once again. 

Everything began to turn black and white… I felt like I was going to be sick. My head started to become fuzzy and I began to lose balance. “Mike, are you okay? Hello?” 

The voices began to speak to me… gentle whispers turned into demonic screams and laughter. Random words were screamed out like “Run!”, “Die!”, “Fuck!”, “Blood!” “Disembowel!”, “Jennifer!”, “asphyxiation!”, “Nick” , “Jarring”, “Joey!” “Devil!” “Demon!” 

“Mike?” His voice started to sound deeper with each word he spoke. “Mikey? Hello? Are you there? Are you okay?” I felt a cold chill touch my left cheek as a voice quickly whispered, “I’ll kill you.” Into my ear… I vomited black and dark red putrid liquid then fell into static… silence came after the screams…

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Who Decided that this was a good idea: Stay in the Car and Wait for the Authorities

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I really don’t know what else to do but stay in the car, especially with everything that I had just been through. I’d be putting myself in more danger if I were to venture out with that THING being out there… I just hope the authorities come fast enough so we can get the hell out of this damn fog. Dear god… did I really see that thing? Was that even real?

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15 minutes later a see a set of red and blue lights… thank god. Not one, but two cop cars appeared. I felt a great sense of relief flow through my body. A couple of the cops walked up to the car and came right along the driver’s side. Both of them seemed to be relatively young, one had short black hair with a fohawk, basic ribands sunglasses (god only knows why he was wearing sunglasses when its foggy outside), and a basic tan and black uniform. He was pretty thin and gangly, and white washed, but hell I didn’t challenge his capabilities. The other officer was much larger in stature than the other officer, he was slightly tanned, had a gold and silver sheriff badge on, slightly longer hair than the other officer, and he too was wearing sunglasses.

The officer knocked on my window and I rolled down my window and the offer slightly leaned in. “My name is sheriff Shirley, now what’s going on here?”

I took a deep breath and a rush of pure dread and panic shot through me; I couldn’t breathe! I tried to speak but the words wouldn’t come out! “Hey, unlock the door! Come on son, stay with me, stay with me…” Everything around me tingled and burned. I felt a sharp pain on my right hand side towards my lower waist. My vision started to go blurry, with my peripheral vision going black and everything else going fuzzy. I felt myself going limp as I fought to hang on to consciousness. “No, no, no, no! Hey, come on stay with me!”

The officer reached his hand through the window, unlocked the car, and held me upright. “Stan w- n–d back- imm–! Call an ambu–! His pulse i- weak. We’re lo– -im!”

After that, everything went to grey static. I felt someone or something putting me in a headlock… it felt so slimy… clammy… bony too… and I… couldn’t…. breathe.

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Who decided that this was a good idea: Go after Joey- DEAD END

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Alright, enough is enough! I decided to go after Joey, I’m his closest friend. I knew deep in my gut that something was wrong and I had to make things right regardless of how tired I was.

“Joey! Where are you bro?! Joey!!” I yelled as I ran down the concrete path that went past the parking lot. I didn’t care how much of a racket I was making, I needed to find Joey. I paused for a moment and tried to call his parents, but all I could hear was static and a busy signal. I tried calling two or three times where the last time I called I heard a “Ha” on the line. The childlike voice spooked me and caused me to almost drop my phone. I hastily put my phone away and I made a left and ran down an arched pathway which lead to the library. The shadows that the ivy covered gave off in the moonlight looked like long gangly hands with serrated claws. I saw a person walk straight into the large wooden and stained glass library doors. “Joey?” I ran after the figure that stepped in.

Thankfully our library was open 24/7 which was excellent for anyone who needed to pull an all nighter. It was deserted when I came in. Not a single student or late night staff member in sight. “How am I going to find Joey in this massive five-story library?” I thought to myself. Each floor held rows upon rows of books, study areas, computers and copiers, small sound proof conference rooms, and some floors had a cafe area where coffee and food was sold 24/7. Everything was oddly neat. The light tan carpet was oddly clean, everything smelled like pine and lemon sceneted disinfectant. All of the tables and computer areas were spotless, and it was unnaturally quiet. The lights were slightly dimmed and lightly flickered which made it feel even weirder. “PSSTTT!! I’m over here Mike!” I heard a voice that sounded just like Joey’s and I started to feel a sense of relief.

“Joey, where are you?” I turned around and saw him standing by an elevator that sat to my right side. He seemed so off; his cheeks and eyes looked wet and puffy, like as if he was crying, but he still tried to force a smile upon his face. However, his eyes were dialated and the color on his skin other than his face seemed to be flushed. “Hey man, I’ve been worried! Are you alright?”

“Come with me Mike.” He gestured me to follow him into the elevator. For whatever reason, I felt a sinking feeling within my stomach and chest. It wasn’t over…

“Now, you’re my best friend, you know this right?” Joey asked as he put his right hand on my shoulder.

“Joey, what’s going on? Where are we going?” He looked at the button selection on the elevator as the doors slowly closed. He selected the basement option, which I thought was strange because noone was allowed to go into the basement with the exception of staff members.

“Dude, why are we going to the basement? We’re not supp-”

“I just have to show something to you real quick, trust me!”

“I do trust you but I-” The elevator door squeaked and gently slid open. It was absolutely pitch black and the only source of light was from the elevator. Joey pulled me into the dark room and held me by the neck. He had what felt like superhuman strength! I couldn’t move a single muscle; I felt paralyzed in his grasp. “Joey please, let me go.”

“No. Why should I anyway?” He said calmly and quietly, almost in a whispered tone. “We’ve literally been friends forever man. I’ve been meaning to show this to you for so long now! I haven’t showed this to anyone else because I don’t trust this with anyone else. Unfortunately, my little surprise managed to get out and I had to go get it back here. I love you Mikey, you are my bestest friend! A long lost brother I’ve never had!” He began to laugh maniacally and his grasp tightened on my neck. I felt myself being lifted off the ground as his laugh grew louder and louder.

A pair of glowing red eyes opened up in the darkness and before I could scream, everything went numb.

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Confession #4

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“I have had many days where I don’t want to do anything but to eat and sleep. These days of not wanting to get out of bed only occurs in patterns. It wasn’t always like this though, I used to feel like I couldn’t get out of bed nearly 24/7. I am proud to say that this conundrum has improved greatly over time. However, the thing is I STILL have days where I can’t get out of bed. What happens is I end up having so many ideas on all of these things I want and need to do. I pep-talk myself to get up and go do stuff… but there are some days where it just does not work no matter what I do. I’m not ashamed to admit it that I have those days and I know deep down in my heart and soul that I’m not the only one who is struggling with this. I give much love and light to those who are struggling to this very day.”


Please don’t try to do this alone; you don’t have to. You are loved, you are needed, and there is always something to live for. ❤

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Confession #3

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“I am a major, major, major chocolate addict. I know that might not be an out of the ordinary confession for many, many people have sweet teeth and chocolate addictions. However… I decided to take it into my own hands to turn the OCD stigma into something positive in my eyes. OCD in reality means Obviously Chocolate is Delicious!!! So, remember that OCD has it’s own definition! (P.S. I am munching on some chocolate while writing this lovely post!”

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Confession #2

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“If I had the option to go back in time to when I was in my teens, I would simply decline it. If I had the option to change my past, again I would simply decline. If I had the power to change anything related to school, again I would simply decline that as well. Having all of this power in my hands doesn’t mean anything if I had to repeat a phase(s) in my life that I wish to change.”

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Confession

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“All I ever feel is unconditional love for all. Even if I don’t know it or deny it, the love within me is always there. I even feel unconditional love for the most vile things in this world. To this day, I still question how this can be.”

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