i
t wasn’t really that I had thought so
much about what had been going on, but
rather, walked around with a gut feeling
that something was off. The wind parted
as I walked, the light shied away from
looking me directly into the eyes and creatures on
2 and 4 legs started treating me with more reverence than usual. My co-workers started to comment that they could even see a slight glow on my
skin. I think it was in all our heads and I was just
merely demonstrating the effects of love.
*****
In order to better understand who I am, and who I will
become, I must start from the very beginning of what I can
remember. Unfortunately it isn’t much. People claim that
what I have are memories floating around my head, but I
just can’t believe them. I refuse to. What I see are manufactured stories, possibly created by my own psyche as to fill in
the blanks of a past I can’t truly remember.
The day I turned 19 is the first day I can say I TRULY
remember. Anything before that is a blur, and the memories that are ingrained…don’t feel like my own.
*****
I had met him once at a gallery opening about two I was lying in my bed, close to death, 17 pain pills were on
weeks before. Slithering through the crowd, his their way to seal my fate. Why, I don’t really know. But the
head would pop up behind people who were al- desperation that oozed from my organs provided a stench
much stronger than that of death; it did more to choke the
The
Children
Of
Caelum:
Revelation
By Josephine Tremblay
A self published author
ready so transparent, it made him easier to see. The
familiarity of his presence made me even more intrigued.
Everything he tried in order to get close to me was
countered by the odd insurgence of waiters who mysteriously tripped up his advances. If I didn’t know any
better, it would seem as if they had done it on purpose,
or honestly didn’t see him there.
Everything about him; even the slight scent of oxygen on
his skin brought back feelings of déjà vu. I know that I
had seen him before. With each breath I took, I inhaled
his presence deeper and deeper into my soul; and the
more I did, the more I knew I just needed to feel him.
When I finally did…..I knew instantly why the desire
had been so strong, and after knowing that, realizing
why it wasn’t supposed to become a reality I was not
prepared to face.
life out of me than the prescription minions that marched
me to my end.
I kept fading in and out, as if my body was desperately
trying to refuse its fate. Contradictory to what I was trying
to do to myself, my soul screamed until I could hear it out
loud…releasing me from its grip and I shot straight up in
my bed, reaching out towards a person who wasn’t there.
And in that second I saw him, faceless but in front of
me….screaming, the horror of his screams made the word
“NO” seem the worst in the English language. He rushed
me as I jumped off the bed, and as he dissipated in front of
me, I dropped to my knees sobbing.
“Michael,” I whispered with my exhale as fell to what I
thought was my end.
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