The seizures are caused by that damned voice. I keep telling you. Did you forget about that? There are times when it crowds out my thoughts so that all I can see are the words beating at my brain. I see them. Actually see the words. The next thing I know, I’m waking up somewhere with fifteen minutes of my life gone.”
“That’s what you say, and yes, I remember you said it before, but don’t blame me if I don’t believe you. I believe that you believe it. That’s why I think you need to see a doctor. For now you need to get some rest if you’re going to help with the crops tomorrow.”
“You know what? I don’t need this crap from you, Steve. Don’t believe me, see if I care. You’ll see. And as for the crops. They can stay there. We always seem to have enough food.”
Steve looked at him for a minute then turned and left without saying another word.
God, he thought, this is so screwed up. He thought back to how it all started. It was just one of many of the mundane days that people call life. He had been over at the Freeman’s pond fishing, when what could only be described as a rippe in reality caused a shimmering at the edge of the road.
Don’t be scared. We will not hurt you
The Wall
The wall was black as coal and looked like obsidian from a distance. Up close, however you could see depth in it. It was clear in a dark way. Nobody knew who put it there, or why. But then, nobody seemed to question it but he. Everybody else seemed to avoid the subject as if it were not there. But they didn’t hear the voices. The voices repeating at odd intervals throughout the day and night that the wall was for their own good, and not to go near it. He had asked Kendrick about it once, but had gotten nothing. No one seemed to be able to hear the voices but he. He was the only one who could hear them, and therefore the only one to save them. He would not be held against his will. He would be free and set everyone else free as well.
The wall is good. Ignore it. Do not go near it. The wall is good…
Brett closed his hands over his ears as the voice assaulted his senses, but to no avail. It penetrated to the base of his skull and numbed his thoughts. He stopped walking, as he was no longer in control of his body. He crumpled to the ground in an ignoble heap, not aware that he had passed out until he opened his eyes and found himself in his bed.
“You alright, dude?” Steve asked
“What the hell? Back from the dead again, huh? Jesus, that thing leaves a freakin’ headache you wouldn’t believe.”
“You, know Brett, this is the third time this week I’ve found you passed out. Maybe you should go see the doctor or something.”
The seizures are caused by that da