Tractor: A Narrative Fiction

It was a dark and stormy night. I, Jonathan Harker, was shaking and I didn't know what was going on. I was seeing terrifying shadows around my room. Also, last night, I thought a person or a thing was behind me, but I couldn't see its reflection through the mirror. I didn't know what to do, so I started packing.

Vehemently, I threw my myself on the bed, covered my head with pillows and screamed in pain and agony.Like a pack of wild, hungry ferocious wolves, the thoughts began to commence and every second they got louder. Like paws,every sentence clawed at my brain,every thought pierced my mind in agony,and my body began to shake. The shivers started from the tip of my fingers and cascaded straight down my gut, my body shook, and I screamed

As my car climbed the hill, my heart sunk into my stomach. I parked as far away from my friends as I could and quickly exited the car, not once looking at them. Now it was every man for himself. Emerging into the open air, I suddenly became aware of myself. I could feel my puffy, blood-shot eyes. My palms became slimy. My fingers clinched into a fist and my nails dug into my skin. My sight blurred and my tunnel of vision tried to focus on the front door. Every step seemed more awkward than the last. Eyes pierced me from all sides. I felt naked. My body trembled like a sheep in the midst of wolves.

Everything around me began to blur, including the line between reality and something strange, a place where nothing exists. I could feel myself detaching, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was unplugged and could not find the cord to reconnect myself, my thoughts were screaming over one another and it became impossible to single one out. Everything was fake in that moment, my memories, my feelings, my family, my friends, it was all a hoax that I was stuck in, that I had to be released from. Feeling deceived and unhinged, I remained inert and supine in bed. I covered my face, which was daubed with my tears, and listened to my thoughts all telling me the same thing. I sat up and began to wobble towards the stairs. I heard my sister call out, “I’m leaving Emma!”, and my anxiety intensified. Everything blurred into a combination of panic and tears as my sister tried to calm me down. It took hours to bring me back to

My feet, without any cloths to protect them were bloody and covered in sores from rubbing against sharp stones. Like some of the horrible bed sores one of my many brothers had gotten years ago. At least that is how I am picturing them in my mind, as couldn’t see them in this light, or lack of. My feet ached, hunger pains were beginning to rise, my head, with such intense pain and that awful, awful feeling that I was not alone. I could feel the hairs on my neck stand as the eerie buzz of silence screamed in my ear. Unconsciously my slow pacing of the perimeter broke into a full speed run.

Deafening screams ricocheted off the gray, blood-smeared cement walls.  My body became blanketed with a cold sweat, that made it hard to decide whether I was warm or freezing.  I received small glances of my surroundings as the strobe light blinded me.  My nose was filled with a pungent odor, making it impossible to breathe.  I thought I knew what I was getting myself into, but I was wrong.

When I was in the 6th grade I went over to a man up the street from me and bought a riding lawn mower. That summer I mowed lawns for 6 people. And it broke a lot. It was a piece of crap, but I kept working on it. I spent over triple for what I payed for it in parts. I replaced the points, the starter, the battery, the carburetor, the fuel pump, and the engine mounts. Then the hydro blew up so I stopped using that one and got another.

When I finally got my vision back I couldn’t believe myself, a shudder of fear travelled through my body, as I realised that the creature in front of was real, more real than the reality of my hunger. My sight was disturbed by an ethereal creature that looked like the devil in the form of a ghost, a glowing red ghost. All the adrenaline my body could generate surged through my casket dense body, giving the energy that I had been missing for years to run. But even that surge of energy couldn’t take me far enough, my body stopped moving and I collapsed my own body taking a toll on what was left of me. The creature appeared again, coming closer and closer, until it faced me, every part of me wanted to run as fast as I could but I couldn’t move.

I could feel my body temperature rising, my hands perspiring, my breathing become more rapid, and my eyes starting to feel heavy. My mind raced evaluating every sound, laugh, and conversation. I tried to act normal do what the voice made me think I should do, but there I was 11 years old sitting alone crying, trying to make it all stop.

Forced to lie awake, alone and scared, too afraid to fall asleep, horrifying images intrude my mind, disturbing what little sanctity I have left. I feel that I am going insane, I am losing control over my body, my thought, my actions. When I look at my hands, I do not see the soft, milky skin of an aristocratic lady, but the calloused,

"Please just let me go, I don't want to die," The man shook his head just like me. I knew my only chance of escape was to run. So punched the man's face and started running, but the man was part of the top secret CIA mind control Division. So the police started chasing me, I ran right into the woods, suddenly there was a familiar pain to the one in that was in my back, but this time in my leg. I had just been shot. Yet I did not stop running because if I did, I would have been caught. I kept running for what felt like miles but then stopped before a massive cliff. I faced the police and the man.

The ritual begins, Templar chanting and moving, but still. It's as if time itself has stopped, I can feel something within me rising as if it wants free, but it hurts, hurts so much. I look down and all I see of myself is my chest, I don't know what's going on, there's a blinding light, then it goes black, I hear screaming, panicking. The Templars are visibly distressed, sweating from their palms to white foreheads. Suddenly, I feel a great thrust back into me, the feelings no longer want out, it's resisting them. Everything goes pitch black, I can't even see my hands, my legs, or torso. The pain increases with every second, fear infiltrates my mind, pain fills my body, callous fills my heart. I can suddenly feel so many negative feelings and I can't comprehend what's going on. I yell out for my mother and father, but no one came.... I look down and I'm melting away as if I was losing grip on reality itself, I didn't even notice the Templar terrified expressions, one even is melting. The darkness fades as I fall to the ground, I am not myself anymore, so many expressions of sorrow flow through me

Four signs instantly revealed to you things were not right. Pain searing throughout your head as if invisible hands were reaching into the darkest corners of your mind – to pull out the memories you desperately tried to bury. Alarms blaring out danger as radiation exceeded maximum level, the same radiation which soaked into your every pour, infilling you with a bomb. Childhood savagery you hadn’t felt since your mother’s death re-surfaced in an innocent form of confusion and instincts. Your body beyond the will of your control, somehow strung to the power rising inside of you. There was nothing inside you that could stop whatever influence which was devouring your identity. It stole you mind, your body, your control. And after the last sign, the breaking of machinery, you knew it would steal your

It started with a chill, each vertebrae vibrating one by one up my spine. Then the heat, my face flush and palms clammy. I could never keep up with my breathing, for it seemed as though each time I breathed out, I needed more air almost immediately. Soon, my mind was flooded with unsettling images, a new one appearing nearly every second, each worse than the last. Everything that I found comfort in was now an enemy. When will this end? My body could not keep up with the trembles and I could not resist the urge to scream. Was this room always so small? My eyes grew indecisive, darting across the room, until the capillaries within them bulged so greatly that I clenched my eyelids shut. Then, a long, deep breath.

At night, beyond the public eye, the rooftop comforts me, provides me a my safe haven. I hear the wind whispering my name to escape: but I do not listen. Being in my own world ushers a feeling of fright, yet also comes as a relief. With no one there to judge me; I sit alone, with the company of my inner demons.. I close my eyes, my demons have assailed me all day, midnight is their time. The void of judgment has remained. It’s dark, but at the end you see a flash of light. So, I walk in the obesity of my mind where the darkness has taken over. The sense of being paralyzed comes to my mind, my fears are woken up and the sense of neglect is off. I smell fear all around. I do not smell the smoke from the burning wood I left. The smell of fear and sweat are much more dominant,I feel my hands are getting sweaty, my body frozen, paralyzed. My heart beats faster than ever before. My Demons have become vigorous. An explosion of fear, rage, sadness and anxiety overwhelms me, but I cannot wake up. Powerless, my demons pull me into the darkest depths of my mind where I try to hold on for dear mercy.