This is a rough draft, but is probably the first chapter that will appear in my book. Take a look and feel free to comment.
1.
Imagine for your entire life, over 75% of your dreams revolve around the same thing. You lay down to sleep with the TV on in the background. The noise is something you're used to. It's how you were brought up and what has custom. Your eyes slowly grow heavy like two dead weights, until finally you slip away into a dark deep sleep. As you sleep, your mind races in and out of thoughts, imagination, and day dreams. It does this until it reaches that state of dream, where the sandman will wait for you. Then all of a sudden you can see a little boy sitting in a living room.
The boy is about 3 or 4 years old, as he sits in the middle of this room, playing with his toy and staring ahead every so often to catch a glance of a cartoon playing on TV. He's at that age, where everything is starting to have some light shed upon it like the dawn of a new day, but life is still a mystery with many surprises and doors to open.
It's late in the evening, and the lamp is turned on over his shoulder, which is sitting by a rocking chair next to a big window looking out at the front yard and a sidewalk, which leads to the front door. To his left there's a little doorway, for a place to take off your shoes, and another door right behind the little guy. Then on his right is a couch, definitely only found in a place from the 80's with a flower pattern of orange, light beige, and dark brown. In front of the couch is a long coffee table sitting.
As you watch the child, you can see he's just enjoying life, with no real concerns or thought of what's to come or what will be. He doesn't care what's going to happen in a week, month, or a year, let alone not even 5 minutes from then. He's in that fantastic place we all wish we could go back to. It's that time and place in life where you live to eat, pee, poop, play, and sleep. Nothing else matters and nothing else is really expected from you.
Next thing you know, it's like you can see through the child's eyes and feel what he is feeling. Everything is so pure and calm for a minute. Not really sure what you are feeling, except for a happy nothingness that makes your little heart content to no end.
After just a few seconds though, your world is interrupted with a quick intense sensation of curiosity and alert when you hear the front door open and close very quick and see a man come in. This man is someone very familiar to you and you yell his name in excitement as he walks through the living room into the kitchen. You are somewhat in alert though, which would later be found to be the feeling of confusion, as he seems sad and very confused himself. You then run into the kitchen to find a woman, who is standing in there cleaning, as the man proceeds past her and into a stairwell by the kitchen. The stairwell leads to a basement of this house. You continue to follow the woman, for she seems to be a person off warmth and trustworthiness. As you follow her, you can tell she also seems confused now.
It all happens so quickly, but you are in the basement, and you hear arguing, questioning, and emotions running rampant among the adults. The man says something about losing something out the back of a truck, he was drinking, a friend did this, and some other stuff. This is all going on as the woman and you, the child, follow this man upstairs. Next thing you know, you are back downstairs in the living room, when you find yourself in the middle of a house, now in a full blown fight. There's screaming, slamming, and chaos going on around you, as being a little child, none of this can be processed fast enough for you to take in.
Then without warning you are crying as the woman in your dream comes into the room. She picks you up in a firm, but comforting way and puts you on her lap. She screams for the man to calm down and stop all this yelling, because this is scaring you, and you know you are frightened, but it's still not all clear why.
Soon the man is standing in front of you crying, saying he's sorry, while he still complains of his actions and says he can't figure it out. Then just as simple as flicking on a light switch, your reality of eating, peeing, pooping, playing, and sleeping has just come to a abrupt end. This moment is now the most imprinted day of your life in your head. In that instant, in that second, at that very moment, the man raises a gun to his head and threatens to take his life.
Responding like all kids would, you shove your head into the crevasse of your mother's openings, trying to hide from what is happening, but it's too late and the damage has been done. Like a deadbolt on a safe lock, that memory is put in the most secure place in your mind, to never escape, no matter how hard you try to get rid of it or forget it. You are now burdened with that situation, that memory, and most of all, that tool of life.
Just as simple as you fell asleep, you then awake, in a state of shock and awe, like you are Hiroshima and the US just nuked your ass when you weren't looking. You are covered in sweat, wondering if that just happened. You think to yourself,"What was that?" Then you look around and start to grasp it was a dream, and that you are safe in your bed, couch, floor, or some familiar establishment.
So you think all would be fine and fucking dandy after that, right? It's just a dream and life goes on. Well at least for you maybe that's how you'd think or feel. Fact is, that wasn't a type of dream I'd have, but it is the exact dream I have and have been having for most my life. Moreover, that wasn't a dream, but a memory that plays itself out in my dreams. The little boy was me. That lady, well she was my mother, and that man who locked himself into my mind. Well I think you already know, but if not, that was my father and I had to watch him almost take his life.
That dream/memory is the first one I have of my life. I remember like most kids, little bits here and there of opening a present or of a kid next door or even the childhood pet. That though was my first full length memory though, with names, faces, and words.
And speaking of family pets, my next clear memory, which is fucked up as well, is of my cat. I believe it was my first pet, but not a hundred percent sure. Either way I remember driving home and turning into our development we lived in at the time. As we turned into the establishment, I remember seeing some kind of animal in the middle of the road. The animal was dead, but not like it was road kill. It had something sticking out of it. Then as I looked closer from the seat of the vehicle, it came clear it was my cat. Being a kid, I didn't want to believe it, and if I did, I wanted to believe it'd be ok. Anyways, I started screaming, because when looked at closer, the cat had a piece of wood impaled through it. Let's just say I believe there are some sick assholes out there.
My name is Harry Robert Delaney Jr. I was born in Pennsylvania and currently reside in South Korea. Welcome to my life. Are you ready to break the glass? This is that incase of emergency shit.
1.
Imagine for your entire life, over 75% of your dreams revolve around the same thing. You lay down to sleep with the TV on in the background. The noise is something you're used to. It's how you were brought up and what has custom. Your eyes slowly grow heavy like two dead weights, until finally you slip away into a dark deep sleep. As you sleep, your mind races in and out of thoughts, imagination, and day dreams. It does this until it reaches that state of dream, where the sandman will wait for you. Then all of a sudden you can see a little boy sitting in a living room.
The boy is about 3 or 4 years old, as he sits in the middle of this room, playing with his toy and staring ahead every so often to catch a glance of a cartoon playing on TV. He's at that age, where everything is starting to have some light shed upon it like the dawn of a new day, but life is still a mystery with many surprises and doors to open.
It's late in the evening, and the lamp is turned on over his shoulder, which is sitting by a rocking chair next to a big window looking out at the front yard and a sidewalk, which leads to the front door. To his left there's a little doorway, for a place to take off your shoes, and another door right behind the little guy. Then on his right is a couch, definitely only found in a place from the 80's with a flower pattern of orange, light beige, and dark brown. In front of the couch is a long coffee table sitting.
As you watch the child, you can see he's just enjoying life, with no real concerns or thought of what's to come or what will be. He doesn't care what's going to happen in a week, month, or a year, let alone not even 5 minutes from then. He's in that fantastic place we all wish we could go back to. It's that time and place in life where you live to eat, pee, poop, play, and sleep. Nothing else matters and nothing else is really expected from you.
Next thing you know, it's like you can see through the child's eyes and feel what he is feeling. Everything is so pure and calm for a minute. Not really sure what you are feeling, except for a happy nothingness that makes your little heart content to no end.
After just a few seconds though, your world is interrupted with a quick intense sensation of curiosity and alert when you hear the front door open and close very quick and see a man come in. This man is someone very familiar to you and you yell his name in excitement as he walks through the living room into the kitchen. You are somewhat in alert though, which would later be found to be the feeling of confusion, as he seems sad and very confused himself. You then run into the kitchen to find a woman, who is standing in there cleaning, as the man proceeds past her and into a stairwell by the kitchen. The stairwell leads to a basement of this house. You continue to follow the woman, for she seems to be a person off warmth and trustworthiness. As you follow her, you can tell she also seems confused now.
It all happens so quickly, but you are in the basement, and you hear arguing, questioning, and emotions running rampant among the adults. The man says something about losing something out the back of a truck, he was drinking, a friend did this, and some other stuff. This is all going on as the woman and you, the child, follow this man upstairs. Next thing you know, you are back downstairs in the living room, when you find yourself in the middle of a house, now in a full blown fight. There's screaming, slamming, and chaos going on around you, as being a little child, none of this can be processed fast enough for you to take in.
Then without warning you are crying as the woman in your dream comes into the room. She picks you up in a firm, but comforting way and puts you on her lap. She screams for the man to calm down and stop all this yelling, because this is scaring you, and you know you are frightened, but it's still not all clear why.
Soon the man is standing in front of you crying, saying he's sorry, while he still complains of his actions and says he can't figure it out. Then just as simple as flicking on a light switch, your reality of eating, peeing, pooping, playing, and sleeping has just come to a abrupt end. This moment is now the most imprinted day of your life in your head. In that instant, in that second, at that very moment, the man raises a gun to his head and threatens to take his life.
Responding like all kids would, you shove your head into the crevasse of your mother's openings, trying to hide from what is happening, but it's too late and the damage has been done. Like a deadbolt on a safe lock, that memory is put in the most secure place in your mind, to never escape, no matter how hard you try to get rid of it or forget it. You are now burdened with that situation, that memory, and most of all, that tool of life.
Just as simple as you fell asleep, you then awake, in a state of shock and awe, like you are Hiroshima and the US just nuked your ass when you weren't looking. You are covered in sweat, wondering if that just happened. You think to yourself,"What was that?" Then you look around and start to grasp it was a dream, and that you are safe in your bed, couch, floor, or some familiar establishment.
So you think all would be fine and fucking dandy after that, right? It's just a dream and life goes on. Well at least for you maybe that's how you'd think or feel. Fact is, that wasn't a type of dream I'd have, but it is the exact dream I have and have been having for most my life. Moreover, that wasn't a dream, but a memory that plays itself out in my dreams. The little boy was me. That lady, well she was my mother, and that man who locked himself into my mind. Well I think you already know, but if not, that was my father and I had to watch him almost take his life.
That dream/memory is the first one I have of my life. I remember like most kids, little bits here and there of opening a present or of a kid next door or even the childhood pet. That though was my first full length memory though, with names, faces, and words.
And speaking of family pets, my next clear memory, which is fucked up as well, is of my cat. I believe it was my first pet, but not a hundred percent sure. Either way I remember driving home and turning into our development we lived in at the time. As we turned into the establishment, I remember seeing some kind of animal in the middle of the road. The animal was dead, but not like it was road kill. It had something sticking out of it. Then as I looked closer from the seat of the vehicle, it came clear it was my cat. Being a kid, I didn't want to believe it, and if I did, I wanted to believe it'd be ok. Anyways, I started screaming, because when looked at closer, the cat had a piece of wood impaled through it. Let's just say I believe there are some sick assholes out there.
My name is Harry Robert Delaney Jr. I was born in Pennsylvania and currently reside in South Korea. Welcome to my life. Are you ready to break the glass? This is that incase of emergency shit.
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