A Window in the Roof

Anonymous

Issue date: 4/14/09 Section: Variety

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"Jay, are you crying? That means you're going to be . . ."

I had a thick piece of wood in my hand that I was using as a mock AK-47. When my eyes soothed a bit, I saw the piece of wood on the ground next to Thomas, with his velvety, black cherry blood creating a pool of evidence around his cracked skull.

I stood above him, and watched the blood snake its way through the freshly cut grass; he didn't flinch.

As if a camera flash went off in my head, I saw what I just did to Tyler. I decided that it was wrong. I decided that I needed to make myself sorry for what I did; I needed to avoid detention.

I will not be punished for doing the world a favor. I will not be punished for people's lack of understanding.

"Did you forget about Tyler? You killed him too," she said it with such satisfaction, like she accomplished something.

"I know I killed Tyler; I just don't believe he's important enough to remember. He deserved to die; he was a waste of life," I stated matter-of-factly.

"You must have been really anger when your parents adopted Thomas. He was no different than Tyler."

"Oh yes, he was different from Tyler. He was now my loving brother. It made killing him a little more complicated."

I still couldn't move any part of my body. But my eyes went back to their intended spot--in the front of my head. The area I was in was still pitch black, but a light seemed to be emanating from the crystalline well.

"Do you regret any of the things that you have done?" she asked me.

"Do I have to regret anything?" I asked.

"No you do not."

"So what do want from me then?

What in God's name do you people want from me?!"

"We already got it," a cacophony of voices responded eerily.

Outlines of faces started to peep through the darkness. They were unrecognizable at first, but then they gained flesh and form, and I could see who they were. Tyler's face floated towards me with his head still open from when I hit him with the piece of wood. Then I saw Mike and Thomas--their grisly, charred bodies coming towards me like Frankensteins out of hell. Then I saw every living creature I have ever killed, hurt or ignored purposely. The all surrounded me like ravenous dogs on road kill.

"This is only a fraction of some of the pain you caused, Jay," they said in unison. "The window to your life is open Jay . . . look into our eyes and see."

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!"

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