Requiem | By : LisaBryant Category: +A through F > Clock Tower Series Views: 1803 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Requiem “I never meant for you to get hurt” Oh those words always haunted me. It was those words that had sucked me into a world I wished I could forget. It took everything I knew away from me and made me see how cruel the world truly was. I had aided the suffering but no one seemed to want to help me. My loss of everything I had held so dear, it is nothing but dust now. The clouds were unforgiving as they darken more and more above me threatening to break open and unleash what I just couldn’t. Alyssa Hamilton is my name, sitting here at the age of eighteen remembering everything that happened to me on my sixteenth birthday. The mother I lost, the boyfriend I thought I had. The friend who was so grief stricken by the woman he too had lost. What was his name? I had tried so hard to forget but could anyone really do such a thing? “Dennis what are you doing here?” Oh of course that was his name, I wonder if he ever forgave himself for her death and his sister? Oh that day was terrible I remember the pain he and I shared. Neither of us could grasp the obvious until months later when the man I had loved visited me and explained his insanity, his change. I always knew he would be with me from then on….if only he wasn’t dead…….. It was my birthday and I was turning fourteen, he had always been by my side as long as I could remember. He had always dressed funny, but then again I never cared he didn’t treat me like all the other children did he actually cared. I remember that when I turned fourteen he told me he would be moving soon, and that we would meet again in a year and all though I was sad I believed him. My mother had send me away from home before then and told me that my fourteenth birthday would be the last one I was to spend at home. Back then I didn’t understand, but I wish I knew now what I didn’t then. At fifteen I spend my day at school, my mother came to visit for a week but she too had to return to work, and not a day later he came. He was dressed in his funny clothes again, just as I remembered him. We spend the entire week together when I wasn’t in my classes, sadly he too had to leave but it broke my heart when he did he promised we wouldn’t meet on friendly terms again. Oh I wish I would have known then what I know now perhaps it would have saved ,me from the pain I feel now, and maybe even kept me from returning home and starting the trouble that happened when I turned sixteen. I’m sure my story has been told to many people over the years as I know people who can’t keep a good story to themselves. Yet no one tells of the heartbreak I suffered and who would. I never told anyone of this as no one would believe me. But as my story is as strange as it can come, well I have to tell someone of him or otherwise I fear I would go insane. I remember him as a man that loved me, and wouldn’t harm me, as a man that would have sacrificed himself just so he could protect me. I wish he was here with me to tell his part so I wouldn’t have to. I guess you could call it a love story gone wrong, but to me it was much more, and though I suffered along the way it made me see things I thought that could never exist. When he had been born it was more of an oddity then anything. Two children born with the murderous attitude, yet they weren’t always so. People drive people crazy it seems and such was the case with him. As their death befell them, their souls did not go to the neither hells as they should have instead they remained in limbo reliving their death over the next years. When I was born he had sensed a difference in me that he hadn’t felt in years perhaps it was because he would be summoned to kill me one day, but when I was born he managed to draw on my energy and manifest himself to become visible to me. “You shouldn’t wear that you know, all the guys will gawk after you” I remember growing up with a boy, who at first was an imaginary friend as not even my mother could see him, but then one day things changed and even she could see him I think I was nine then. Puberty had set in and perhaps it gave him more strength to become visible, I don’t know what finally caused him to materialize so well, but after that he never really left my side…at least not until I left for boarding school. “Shouldn’t you be in class and not lounging out here?” Always there and never harmful, he always had to make those smart remarks. When I became confronted with the nightmare of serial killers at age sixteen, I wished he had been there to help me. To protect me like he promised he would. He wasn’t there and I was forced to face the dangers by myself. When Dennis tumbled into my nightmare, things got worse. My dream of seeing the man I loved crashed as he was once again in front of me. But a nightmare I wanted nothing to do with. “Let’s play Jemima, let’s see who gets her first!” The nightmare was so true I still have a scar to prove it, and that laugh it still haunts me to this day. I wish he was the Ralph I remember, I wish Dennis wouldn’t have had to see his love die. At the time it was all so strange and everything happened in such a fast blur I wasn’t sure if I truly wanted to remember. “Won’t you smile for me just once more?” I remember when the tower collapsed and me and Dennis hugged each other after surviving the horrors of the night. I remembered him as I stood there, I was so scared to open my eyes after the nightmare was over but the following night I thought I had slipped back into it. “why are you crying?” I had been a lot within the hours of the night, but I was frightened to hear his voice. “I didn’t mean to hurt you let me explain.” As it came to be my power already so strong then, gave him the strength to be by my side, he loved me then and hoped he could be there forever. Only when my birthday drew near did he feel the pull of his old master. In the days he was with me not even his sister had mattered, at night when I slept he could hear the voice calling him back. He learned of his sister and her lover and didn’t care, if she was happy so was he and he was with me. He told me that when he saw me and Dennis, that both he and his sister collapsed into the darkness that they had once known. They didn’t know how to climb back out and so succumbed to it. When I released them of their physical forms I showed them the true picture and they were happy again. “I promise to be there even if you can’t see me, to protect you as good as I can” I held him to that promise and there are days when I feel him near, and I know that he will remain until the day when someone else will take my heart and keep me safe…but until that time I wish to remain just a little longer insane.
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