Monday, August 8, 2011

An Old Conversation

"What's that?"

"That's the thingy that talks to me at night."

"It's just two black circles."

"Sometimes I don't see it. I can hear it even when I'm sleeping. One time, I heard a song while I was sleeping."

"Can you tell me what these black circles are?"

"It's eyes. I saw 'em, then closed mine right away and fell asleep."

"Can you tell me what it said?"

"I dunno."

"You mean, you don't know what it said?"

"Yes. It mumbles."

"Do you know why you are here?"

"Because the teacher sent me."

"You are here because you broke down crying. Right in the middle of the class. She also said that you seemed to be losing your focus and would zone out at any time. And you would fall asleep when you were supposed to be on task."


"Have you been getting enough sleep? Be honest."

"If I sleep, that thing well get me."

"Has it ever come to you while you were awake?"

"No. It only comes while I sleep, so I stay awake."

I can't remember the rest of the conversation. All I remember was being hurt when my councilor didn't believe me. No one believed me about that monster, so I was upset. Angry. I wanted her to hurt. I didn't say anything about it though. I kept it all to myself since I didn't want to bother people. Things were normal for the next couple of days. One day, I found out that the councilor wasn't at school any more. I tried asking the teacher, but she wouldn't answer.

She did answer, eventually. Days after the councilor left. She told me that the councilor died.

Someone had slit her throat, was what I later found out. Her body had multiple scratches on it.

Sometimes, I think it's my fault that she died.


  1. Oh dear. What a sad story... Does it still come to you at night? Or was it too long ago for you to remember?

  2. I wonder who could have killed that counselor. It seems like a bit of poetic justice to me.

  3. I didn't realize I spelled that word wrong. Counselor.