As I sit by my desk and writing in my journal all alone in my bedroom, yet being harassed by dead people, I keep thinking about one thing and one thing only; Dad. All I see every day are spirits of the dearly departed walking all over the place and speaking to one another, but my Dad. My dad never comes to see me, and it kills me inside. Why Dad? Why cannot we meet, even though you died when I was a baby?
"I'm getting into bed, it's too cold," I tell myself. Closing my journal and putting it in my desk drawer, I jump into bed and I then started hearing the same shit like always being called—
"Van Helsing," someone calls out from the crowd. I look towards the people in my room and I see a man with black hair as a buzz cut hairstyle, dark blue eyes, and pale skin. He looks to be in his twenties and is wearing armor from what seems to be from the fourteen-hundreds. As I look into his eyes and as I kept on looking into them, the one thing that I saw in his eyes was a soul that was drenched with despair. All I feel is wanting to make this man happy again.
"So, the day has finally come, to fight him one last time," he says then vanishes out of the room in quick silence. Who is this "Van Helsing," that everyone speaks of? The people that were walking and talking in my room then began to fade away. I lay back down, and I tried to close my eyes, but I then hear a scream from someone. I sit back up in alert, wanting to know where that came from. I look around and I see nothing but the spirits fading away into the shadows of my room. I just sit there in my bed in dead silence. I then take a deep sigh and I lay back down again.
"I need a life," I say to myself then closing my eyes and drifting away into a deep sleep
"John," says a voice. Opening my eyes, I find myself in the sky and surrounded by darkness. This felt like Hell, this is not a good and loving place to be in.
"Where am I?" I ask myself, but then I hear a shriek like none other.
"We will be the end of your life, John, do not ever forget it!" a voice shrieks out. Then a spark of flames came up from right in front of me.
"The scent of how frightened you are is such thrilling from within my stomach," says the voice but then the darkness came back before me and silence hit me right in the face. My heart froze the very core of my soul.
"What are you? And what do you want from me?" I ask in fear. All of a sudden, I felt a hand coil around my throat and starts to absorb the air out of me.
"Ah!" I scream out and as the hand tightened around my throat, I felt his fingernails digging into my skin and causing indents around my throat.
"What is the matter John? Afraid of the blood that you will see on your very hands before your loved ones die by your bare hands?" asks the voice. Tears rolled down my cheek causing a stinging pain on my face.
"Before I leave you behind with your life still," says the voice as light then shined from afar there came--
"See this and remember what your fate truly is!" roared out the voice. Before I could see beyond this unknown light, I start to hear Moms voice.
"Wake your ass up John! You are going to be late for school!" Mom says from outside of my room. Oh God, she sounds like a Siamese cat clawing at someone for stepping on their tail.
"Say that again and I will," she says hissing in telepathy.
"Do not start reading my mind," I say snapping at her as I get out of bed to hit the shower.
"Maybe if you just looked normal, I would not have to be near you to keep you in line," She says acting as if she were a cop, but then again if she was she would suck as one since she drinks more than she looks out for people crossing the street.
"I heard that, spawn!" she yells out at me. I sigh then turning on the shower.
Once the hot water hit me, I was in heaven. I felt like my body muscles were relaxed. I washed and rinsed myself quickly. I got out of the shower and I dried myself off, then getting dressed. Looking at my reflection, I see nothing.
"Maybe my reflection does not want to be near me either," I say to myself.
Walking down the stairs, I am wearing a black V-neck T-shirt and dark purple jeans with black sneakers and a dark blue denim vest.
"Finally, you are ready to get out of here," Mom snorts out just starting with me like always.
"Finally, you are admitting to getting paid to screw around in this house," I say. She lifts up her hand and smacks me on the head.
"Watch it, boy, I pay the bills, so I do what I want to get the money, you got that?" she says growling at me, I just sigh.
"Sometimes I just wish that I can be paid enough to not stay here anymore," I say looking into Moms eyes. Her eyes widen in shock, like she never expected me to say that. As I then turn around and walking away from her, I walk outside then jumping into my dad's old pickup truck which is surprisingly in good condition since I am not the only one who drives in it. Hint, hint on my drunk of a mother.
As I am driving down the road close to the school, I then notice cop cars all over this one store.
"Just like usual, a crime that never gets solved," I say to myself as I really could care less with the demons that surround here in Los Angeles, California. It never really matters to me in the life that I'm living in now, because nowadays here in the twenty-first century, just like myself, we live to and die to live. Letting this new murder out of my mind and having myself blow it off, I just go back to driving. When I get into the parking lot and parking the truck, I hear someone scream.
"Hey guys he is here! Everybody ready?" Randy screams. Great I am already feeling inner fright coming from the chances of being kicked around. I just feel one inch closer to pulling out of the parking lot and getting myself the Hell out of here, but they have surrounded me so fast. When I got out of the truck, I see Randy and his friends—which is most of the football, soccer, and basketball team that does pot with him.
"Well, well look at the freak that keeps showing up uninvited, how are you doing since we sent that little present to you and your Mommy?" he says.
"Look you ass, I am just here to get the day over and done with, so just do not start a fight,"
"You have no business coming to our school, right guys?" He asks the classmates that were with him. They nod as they looked at me, as they are disgusted and ashamed that I even exist.
"Well, Randy I guess I will see you in class," I say running past them. On my way into the school building, I hear them scream out in frustration at their failed attempt.
I get into the first class of the day when a girl approaches me. She just happens to be Randy's girlfriend.
"Hey John, I am really sorry about Randy, I had no idea that he was going to do that, I thought he would have kept his promise to not go near you but I guess not, because of what happened before, I broke up with him," she explains. I then hear Mr. Manning, our history teacher, telling us to sit down and get ready for our pop quiz.
I am in the middle of taking the pop quiz when something told me to look up at the blackboard. When I did look up, there was not anything on there. That is, until I saw the one thing that caught my attention. Something began to spill out of the chalkboard. I tried raising my hand to get Mr. Manning's attention but suddenly, he walks out of the room along with all of the other students. That is weird... I stand up and walking over to the chalkboard. I touch what was spilling out with my index finger and examined it on my finger- it was blood.
"What the Hell," is all I can say as I am just trying to convince myself that it could just be another nightmare. Running out of the classroom to try and get some help, but instead, I find myself on the same battlefield. The same priest, Father Van Helsing and the same bloodthirsty vampire, Vlad Tepes.
"You sure are a fool for fighting against me Father Van Helsing!" Vlad screams. Van Helsing just glares at Vlad and just ignores him as they were fighting against each other. With all of Father Van Helsing's might, he hit Vlad with his sword but then something happened. Father Van Helsing then screamed out in pain and collapsed onto the ground. Then looking up at Vlad, who still stood there perfectly.
"I told you my dear, Van Helsing, you are but a fool to think that you could kill me, goodbye my dear man of the Lord," Vlad says, then walks away into the deep, dark wood of the forest. As Van Helsing lies there dying, I feel the same pain that Father Van Helsing feels that is building up into my chest. Took a look down at my stomach and I see blood spilling from me. I try to scream but my voice is put on mute, I then felt a hand go over my mouth-
I wake up shaking.
"Father Van Helsing, why is he always being defeated by that monster?" I ask myself. Getting myself into a sitting position, my body becomes ice cold.
"I need a drink," I say to myself as I got out of my bed and set my feet on the stone-cold hardwood floor. A shiver runs up my spine as the sounds that came from behind my door. The sound of hurried footsteps reaches my ears before my sense has time to react. I try and ignore it, but I am too scared to think about anything else but the sounds of footsteps, but then it becomes silent and everything froze in time.
That is another thing I have absolutely no clue and any way of trying to understand. It is like someone watches me while I sleep at night. I have long given up on trying to pursue whoever it is. I never make it to the door in time to hear where the footsteps go. Maybe sometimes it is just best to leave the unknown in the dark. Literally speaking for me.
While some might be scared about a stranger glancing at them when in a deep slumber, I find it reassuring. They never do anything to me; it is almost as if they calm me down from the heart of the storm that comes from the nightmares happening after waking up from them. I cannot be too sure though. My guidance towards the situation rests upon how much sleep I have gotten. I glance my eyes over to the clock that perches on the end of my desk. At this moment, about 5 hours. Not too bad, I guess. If they had woken me with 3 hours of sleep I might not be as gentle about it.
Trying to clear my mind of any worries, I placed my absent thoughts in the back of my head.
As I start walking to the door, a young man flashes right before my eyes. His lips are moving but then everything turns to darkness.
Waking up, I am starting to wonder what the Hell had happened.
"Just ignore the B.S John, it was just another night of Hell from Mom, like always," I say to myself as I get out of bed as I then began to get ready for school.
Walking into the school building, I see everyone's eyes directing towards me. Whatever, they are just doing the same shit, just like always. Their anger just spitting at me like they were hoping the worst would just to happen to me at this moment. As I keep on walking to history class, I feel a hand crawl onto my shoulder. Turning around in alert, I see another spirit. I just gave out a sigh and went back to walking again towards history class.
Sitting in history class, one of Randy's girlfriends taps on my shoulder, turning around it was Fate.
"Hey John, are you okay?" asks Randy's girlfriend, Fate.
"I am fine," I answer back then went back to concentrating on my work. Whatever Fate needs, I just do not want to get involved in this bullshit.
As I finish the rest of my homework, I then went straight to my bed and went under the covers. Staring up at the ceiling and I began to wonder why Fate actually cared about how I felt.
"Whatever Fate's intentions are, I just hope it doesn't get my ass into trouble with Randy and his friends. Closing my eyes, I then fall into a deep asleep.