Synthesis

interpreted short story

Hector(2)

Calexio(1)

I saw him, that’s all I remember, and now I try and wash the blood from my hands, but it stains them. I go over to my bed and lay in it restlessness. Sleep evades me once again, I should be used to it by now. I grasp at the bottle by my bedside and take a long drink. It burns as it goes down. Blood, red, warm, everywhere. It is everywhere on my curtains,on the floor.  I want it to go away, the memories, the pain. My head pounds. I stare at the man sitting on my bed.

Hector is the person you think you see.  The average guy; dreary, tired, mumbling, and very concerned.  He’s concerned because he’s got a secret.  Dissociative Identity Disorder- yes, it is an official diagnosis, previously termed multiple personality disorder, typically is brought on by one of two things; substance abuse or a general medical condition.  Calexio is Hector’s killer personality.  Unlike Hector, who feels remorse, confusion, and pangs of morality, Calexio is reckless, selfish, and just pure evil.  He enjoys playing games with Hector’s mind- which is easily accessible since he lives within the same body.  

Synthesis

“I’m not going away Hector, you want me here.  You really should get some rest.”

“I won’t .  I refuse to.” Oh God save me.”

“No one can save you.”

I stand as my world becomes gray.  I grip to reality like a drowning man to a life preserver, because I know if I lose my grip, something awful will happen.

Finally I  am free again and with great pleasure I go for my next endeavour. We need money and I know how to get it. I walk out the door trying hard not to be noticed.

“Hey, Hector.  I haven’t seen you around much.  Where ya’ been?”

Perfect, The woman wears expensive jewelry.

“Hello there.”   The horrified look on her face gives me pleasure as I pull out a sharp knife..  She takes me into her home out of fear.

“Please, Hector... don’t do this.”

“ My name is Calexio.” I stab her in the stomach. Her horrified eyes turn as she grabs at her stomach  and the blood pours out. I smirk as I continuously stab her until her last breath. Her body slumps to the floor.   I crouch down by her side to watch her last breath. I carve a  cross into her forehead as my signature and take her unrightful belongings.  She’s a cheating and a lying neighbor.  

My hands shake in the blood of my friendly neighbor. I have to end this all. I walk into a haze to the bathroom to wash my my hands. I rub them till they are raw. I venture out of the apartment and find myself at my mother and father’s grave. A grave wrongly marked, along side my dear brother...they didn’t deserve this. none of this. Now it’s gone all gone, my life I used to know; my family I used to adore..gone..gone. I want the memory to elude me like the rest of them. I want them to abandon me like everyone in my life. All I had..nothing. My friends are no longer my friends..all I have are those neighbors that threaten to take me back.

Revenge, I got my revenge. The warm blood on my own hands….it was worth it.

I will not go back.  I kneel down at the gravestone and take out my knife. Please forgive me, for I know did not what I was doing. The blood on my hands..on my hands...I did not..couldn’t have..I hold the knife to my neck and begin to cut when I hear a rustle behind me. I stand putting my knife in my pocket. I gasp at the site. A funeral at my side and I slid the knife into my pocket. Just stop, make it all go away. Something deep inside of me screams, yet I can’t seem to make others hear it.  A smile on someones face can trigger my black outs. My brother still by my side.  I walk behind the big tree in the cemetery and watch as the people cry. Cry out of remorse for the people  who no doubt brought joy and love to others. I don’t deserve that kind of burial I deserve a lot less.  My brother Calexio would agree. I feel…

Fantastic ,the day has finally come I have figured it out. A final blow to right the wrong that has forever forsaken me.  I will finally be free from the prison in which I have been  trapped in for this eternity.  I have something, I have a purpose finally.  I feel like I am floating ,but not on the ground itself, on the air.  Justice doesn’t have a voice, only revenge in the laws of nature. The girl’s smile. I know where I am. I turn with a smile on my face. More of my neighbors grabbing at their wondrous little devices that make me go numb. I must get what I need. they will not stop me. I must get my revenge. I make for the funeral and try to push my way through. I run from my neighbors and go to an old abandoned building. Where I used take refuge

Their tears I share at the melancholy of my past and yet I do not cry.

The building is more rundown than I remember, The boards have fallen into the house itself and I wander inside. I can finally remember where it is. The thing that started it all. It might set me free, I have to get it.

An unknown quest that drives through makes me start to throw things all around the building. It feels of rain that looks like flower petals and smells of disaster. The eyes staring.. lingering in the distance. My neighbors more or less...those dang neighbors. I have to find that thing. I scour the walls and find the latch bearing the hidden past that drove me to this madness. A small bear curls up in the wall with a bloodied pattern that creates patches on the small bear all stuffed up in fluff.

“Mom, Dad, Calexio.”

I grab at the bear trying hard not to remember. Rain beats hard on the window. The boys smile, the girls pain. My brother’s, my mother, my father. Blood, everywhere. Everything I know.

“Hector, time for your medication.”

I look up at my neighbor with tears shining in my eyes.

“I-- your dead.”

“No, you were hallucinating. You pushed me into a room and poured red paint on me calling yourself by a different name again.”

The cross still bears on her forehead.... Hector doesn’t even know what I did

“No-- I called the police.”

“No  it was all a dream.”

I squeeze the bear in my arms hard. I am back in my cage. A cage for people of my crazy nature. An insane asylum.

“Where did I get this.”

She looks at me with sympathy in her eyes, “ You came with it, remember.”

“No--I --- no.”

“I’m sorry, Hector you were making so much progress.”

“Sorry, for what..” as I was finishing my sentence a needle jabs in my side and burns my skin on contact. My vision goes blurry and the door opens.

“Does he believe you,”

“Not in the slightest ,but he will after I have finished here.”



Reviews

[Hannah Gardner]

This is really interesting, keep working on it!

[Ganglion-Pro]

It's an interesting story