Not Now.. Not Ever..

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Isn't it strange when you're dreaming; sometimes the whole night goes in a flash, and others it
seems like hours, but then you take a glance at the clock, only to realise that it's been a matter of minutes? but then again, is a few minutes all it takes?

Submitted: April 18, 2009

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Submitted: April 18, 2009

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Isn't it strange when you're dreaming; sometimes the whole night goes in a flash, and others it seems like hours, but then you take a glance at the clock, only to realise that it's been a matter of minutes? but then again, is a few minutes all it takes?

It was late Autumn, and the crisp golden leaves of the oak tree tumbled down around Neil who was seated with his back against the trunk. Neil Foster, also known as "Foster" Was new around these parts. Not many friends, not many enemies. to be honest he kept him self to himself. Break times at Huckle were always the same, bell goes...kids run..noise happens,,, the kinda things that you expect from a school, only difference was Neil, he would come rolling out the doors with the crowd, straighten himself up and replace his rucksack firmly on his back; then he'd make his way to his spot under the tree. This particular day, something was on Neil’s mind. As he sat there gazing up against the glowing sky, he had a distinguished look upon his pale face. His daydream came to an end as a silhouette of Mikey Boldwin stepped into his view. He closes his eyes and brings his head back down and reopening them, gripping onto his coat which he was holding in his left hand, as a sort of comfort. Mikey brings himself slowly down to Neil's level, his face chubby with a devious smile, eyes glaring with a green tint; one blacked out probably from a fight the previous day. "Neeeeiiilll,," He drags whilst clicking his finger repetitively. Neil flinches at the sound of his husky Yell. Taking his other hand from beside him, and placing it towards his forehead to be used as a visa; He takes one breath of air and tilts his head slightly to face Mikey."Can i help you?" He asks fearful of the answer. Neil's head jolts to one side as Mikey's hand makes contact. "Who are you talking to?!" Mikey Fires back. "It's you," Neil whimpers as once again his head jolts with a smack of mikeys fist. " WELL DONE, AND WHO AM I?" He shouts with a smile, making sure of it that people are watching. "Mikey Boldwin..Your Mikey boldwin" Neil cries out holding his face, his throat clotted with tears that he refused to let out. "Yeah, and you remember that mate," With this Mikey stood up, looked about, brushed down his knees, linked his fingers and pushed them, a series of clicks took place, he turns and with one sharp but powerful kick stamps down onto Neil's head.

Neil, head clamped in hands, brings himself up to a seating position. Eyes tightly shut and arms tightly guarding, noises muffled and balance unstable making him feel like he was spinning uncontrollably. Echoing of laughter dancing around his mind,, flash backs in his head of the impact of the foot. The sensation of spinning decreased and Neil began to relax his arms, laughter still pounding around him. it took him a few moments to open his eyes, blurred at first but after taking a while to focus his vision returned, only to be greeted by complete, blankness.... There was nothing no kids playing, no grass, no crispy leaves or even a setting sky. just simply nothing, a blank canvas. Neil sat there being haunted by sounds, he places his hands out in front of his face, turns them over and inspects them, takes a swipe of his head and returns his hands to sight, slowly watching the blood trickle down his palm. Lifting his head with effort to take a another glance around. Still nothing. What was this place? Neil was confused, concused maybe? but what ever was happening to him he didn't like. he didn’t like it at all. The laughter began to fade, and the turning feeling came to an end, but unfortunately the desolate surroundings were still at present. Neil sat there alone and bewildered. "Hellooo?!" Neil bellowed out in frustration; only to come to the conclusion, that the only other sign of life was his own tense voice ricocheting off the non-existing walls somewhere in this foreign dimension. Neil arose to his feet, steadying himself out as he stood there. Using the upper part of his dindgy grey school trousers, he removed the blood off his hands, raising his hand once again to his injury to take a swob to check if it was still bleeding. Neil was puzzled by the fact that his head was obviously bleeding at a fast rate, but how he felt no pain. Nothing of what was happening was making any sort of sense. Looking down at the floor, his eyes dilated. there was nothing but the sound of his own breath recoiling around him. There he stud in this lonely place which was reflecting his life. No company, no life like sounds, no nothing. All Neil had to listen to was thoughts in his own head asking the question WHY ? A faint sound triggers his reflex to flick his head up; a sort of mumbling, far out in the distance of space. He stood in a state of shock, eyes fixed tightly on the direction of which the mumble had entered from. "Fosterrrrrrrrrrrrr...Fosterrrrrrrrrr.....Fosterrrrrrrrr" This voice was gaining on him,, each calling getting faster and more sharp in speed. "FOSTERRR... FOSTERR..FOSTER,, FOSTER...FOSTERFOSTERFOSTER!!"Volume growing along with the speed of Neils beating heart. Neil dashed back to the corner he was previously in, legs up against him tight, arms shielding his face with force."LEAVE ME, GO AWAYYY,, PLEASE. PLEASE, PLEase.." Screaming out with all the power he had inside of his thunderstruck body. Cramped up in one corner of this white isolated space, noise hurtling toward him Neil came to the realization that the husky voice he was hearing, was in fact, the voice of Mikey. Instantly Neil thought about the situation. Here he was forced to curl up in a corner all because of this one person no better than him, here he was crying pathetically out of fear. Mumbles of Mikeys' calling were getting closer and closer with every pulsation of Neil's head. HEAR ME? NEVER." Neil still standing tall noticed a figure some way away in the space. Growing in size with a fixed vision on the being; fear slowly crept back into Neil's body .As this figure made pace towards the corner, Neil stood once again in a kind of trance, glaring outwards to this oncoming object. It was not that far off now, Neil backing off to the corner The figure moving in, crawling at an abnormal speed. The movement which was being used by this creature was paranormal, mangling each leg over its arms as it slumped along, jolting and twitching calling out frantically. this mangled corpse came to a sudden but definite stand still about three meters away from the now paralyzed Neil. In a split second, the corps clicked it's head backwards to face Neil, And with this a gut wrenching crunch of flesh. At this point in time, both pairs of eyes were gazing in silence at the others. So here he was, staring death in the face? Neil scanned the body in a hasten manner; It slowly but surely sank in that this being, was in fact, the mirrored picture of himself. But how could this rotting piece of flesh be him? How could someone stare at them self, dead.? It once again made no sense. making him a more confused than he already was in this unnaturalistic world. Placing his eyes back to their original place, deeply gazing once again into the others, time almost stopped. for what seemed like minutes was only a matter of seconds. Paused in silence, only to commence again when the Corpse twitched a finger which was firmly gripped to the floor. Moving its hand; each boney finger at one time, steadily creeped towards Neils arm. The noise of the gaunt hand scuffling along the floor, each nail scratching as it moved along made Neil cringe. A sharp lunge of this arm gripped forcefully onto his upper arm. The clench of this being was unbearable. Neil struggled with all his might to Get out of the grasp of it. Tugging away with power against its unreal strength Neil was getting nowhere. "GET OFF.. LET ME GO..LEAVE ME ALONE..JUST GET OFF" Neil Yelled in pain,, Eyes tightly closed

"Mikey...Mikeyyy, dont struggle against us. you'll make it worse...." this womens voice appeared. he immediately quit struggling and opened his eyes. "Mikey, just calm down.. then I know that I’m safe and I can let go of your arm" He lay in pain, in shock, in confusion. the woman dressed in all white looked down on him, she released his arm gradually, "It looked like you were having one of your nightmares again, you started screaming out again like you do, Mikey, you need to act your age, we've been trying to help you for 15 years now.. back when you were 12, we've done all we can do... now all we need is for you to co-operate." "What are you talking about You stupid women?!" He snapped back in rage " And don’t call me Mikey!, my name is Neil ! and who the hell are you anyway?!" He carried on, at this point getting violent. "CALM DOWN I SAID OR ILL HAVE TO PUT YOU TO SLEEP" Says this women in white " Where am i though? " He asked in a much lower tone voice "Mikey, I said act you age, I’m sick of going through the same routine day in day out..you know where you are. your at the RHMI, (Royal House Mental Institute), the same place you've been for 15 years." "But why am I ,." He said as he got interrupted by the women, as if she knew which questions followed. "Because Mikey, people can't go around kicking people in their head without getting the consequences. 15 years ago to this day If you remember, a boy called Neil Foster died in hospital after battling through a coma, and I’m going to keep reminding you everyday about what you've done."With this she slams a needle into his arm and without giving him time to think, she pushes the trigger and injects the fluid directly into his vein." Sweet dreams Mikey " She whispers as she walks towards the door, she steps outside the room and turns to take one glance back at him,

" Sweet dreams, " she repeats with a smug look on her face. looking down at her belt, and gripping her keys, she laughs to herself. shutting the door behind her and inserting the key, and with one swift flick of the key the lock clicks.

Taking a minute to think about this opportunity, Neil rose back to his feet. He stood tall. He stood his ground. Realigning his focus to the direction of the sound, he called out. "Come on...." He realized that he needed to shout again only this time with the anger he really had inside. "I SAID COME ON !, IM NOT GUNNA BOW DOWN TO YOU MIKEY. NOT NOW, NOT EVER, 


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