NovemberPain - The Book

Staring into the Dark
(Note to reader: This book is in development and as such the pages are in random order, characters, thoughts and ideas are underdeveloped. Ideas and encouragement are welcomed).

Fear was swelling from deep within me as I sensed that time was approaching when I was forced to jump in bed. I hated my bed and tonight I hated it even more. Ypsilanti, Michigan was prone to some damn good storms and this night was not to be out done. The room felt abnormally cool tonight and my senses were strangly peaking. I couldn't put my finger on it, hell I was only five.  read more »

Interesting, as the other eats I realize that he doesn't have quit the same sense of taste as I. The flavors are dulled, almost boring. It was frustrating for me at first because I didn't realize what was going on the first few hundred times he forced control. Usually it was during dinner when my step dad was being an asshole. It was usually then that he decided that he would stop by. You know, the sense of smell is all out of whack as well and now that I think about it I realize that all the senses are dulled, perhaps that is how the other can deal with so much pain...  read more »

I feel myself fading out again. Sometimes I’m not sure which one I’ am anymore. They all tend to blend together at times, one thing’s for sure, I’m not looking through my eyes, I'm looking through theirs. Some argue whether people like me know of the others or if the others are completely separate. I can say with most certainty. It is both. I know that I’m not in control. I hear people talking to me but I’m between places, the gray zone, that fuzzy area where I can still somewhat see and hear my surroundings but tend to lose time.  read more »

I saw a note today on the table. It read, ... ...I swear I don't remember writing the damn thing. I thought about it forever and nothing...