Thursday, May 20, 2004

*Little voice inside my head*
Thanks to Desbreko for that wonderful quote there. I couldn’t of come up with a title without him, lol. ~_^

Well, oddly enough, this just happens to be the perfect title for this occasion, which, as you probably guessed (At least, by now you should know from past posts) that this whole “I am paranoid” thing is the fault of none other, than those known as my older brothers. Well, as always, the day had turned out normal enough… I got up… or something like that. >_>;

“IT ONLY TAKES YOU SO LONG TO BRUSH YOUR HAIR, YOUR MAJESTY SIR PRISSYNESS!!!” That’s the name Mike gave Gavin, lol. He’s such a pretty boy… he’s one of my brothers who actually brushes his hair in the morning, unlike Mike, and my other brothers, heh. He’s also the one, who takes the longest showers out of all the boys, which we have plenty of bathrooms for them to get ready in, but Gavin is the one who drops us off in the morning to practice and stuff. And, due to the fact that Mike was on probation from soccer practice, after he had started a fight with the other team’s team captain, and turned it into a huge brawl, lol. The problem is, Mike uses Soccer, and all his other sport practices to take his anger all out on his training itself, leaving him pretty content, but due to lack of access to letting out his anger, he’s been taking it out on random passerby. And, he’s been using Cecil as a stress ball (plushie?) instead of his lounging buddy. Although today, we didn’t have practice, which was a horrible thing for us. But, it was today that we were going to Ensenada Mexico. I don’t know why… there’s nothing out there… plus, I hate waking up early, I hate being in the car for too long, and I hate being in the middle, heh.

Well, eventually, the prince had finished up. Michael was just about ready to kill him with Cameron’s dog collar, which Gavin and me had bought for Cammie before we went to San Fran that one time. It just says; “Hi! My name is Cameron—I’m a lovable (Yet slightly slow, and thick-headed) sixteen-year-old brother, who is one of nine. If you find me, and I seem completely lost, disoriented, or confused—which I most likely look like right now at the moment, please return me to my family at: (My number here. >_>;) or take me to the dog pound!” We had originally bought it as a joke, but Cameron (Being the strange, creepy boy he is) loved it, and he wears them every time he goes out of town, lol.) Most people on the street find it funny, and they’ll laugh, and they’ll ask, and pet Cameron like dog… bad choice, though. He once bit the next-door neighbor’s kid after she pulled his hair, lol. Well, anyway, mom had taken the collar from Mike, and strategically placed it around Cammie’s neck, and the dog bone-shaped tags jingled as he walked to the car. He likes the jingle of the tags for some reason… that, and how they’re just as shiny as his lighter. Well, mom managed to herd us into the car. It was in the car, where Cameron and Mike did that thing, where they spread they legs nice and far, so I have no leg space myself. But, I just won’t stand for that, so, I elbowed them in each ones’ jiminy, which I myself find just plain mean (Can imagine all the boys reading this, now twitching, lol) but, it’s MY space. And, I’d like to keep the little space I need, and have, heh.

Well, they started writhing there, and letting out little squeaks, and the others laughed. It was only for a little bit, though. Mom went back, and got ice… besides, they’ve been through worse things, heh. On the way to San Fran, we realized how Cameron had to go to the bathroom every hour, on the hour, lol. Which added only more time, which drove us all crazy… we weren’t sure just how long we’d have to listen to Aran, and his tone-deaf voice, killing us little by little. It seemed it would never end. And then, sanctuary! We had reached that hotel we were going to stay in for the weekend. It was nice. And, we all got out own rooms… well… two in each, anyway, heh. We had those really nice rooms downstairs, where I could sleep… and sleep… and sleep… and sleep… and sleep… then eat, then sleep… and sleep. And so on. And then, it happened… the door slammed open, and Cameron stood in the doorway. “Well, well… it seems the protected, is now the hunted.” Mike was right… Mike—the one brother who protected me with his very life was in a state in which he felt the need to go against himself, and hurt me for the next two days… I had have no chance of escape if mike decided to hurt me anyway, and although Mike loves me, he still likes to inflict pain on me… such as up- and down-smackings, lol.

The Pros and Cons of Up- and Down-smackings

Let’s start with the Pros, shall we? … *Thinks for a bit* Okay… there are no Pros whatsoever, lol.

Now, let’s think about Cons… Cons of Up-and Down-smackings would be:
… oh yeah… you get a lot of that… your eye twitches, you’re afraid of all objects, you hate thinks that can be thrown, and you avoid any type of contact with tall people related you.
~Fear… deep fear. You have to be careful of everything you do. You become skittish, and you gain poor, sucky cat-like reflexes… and when you think you’re being stealthy… you trip, and hurt yourself… >_>;
~Insomnia… I myself haven’t developed this from Up- and Down- smackings, but my unreliable sources tell me I soon will…
~Physical Pain… It doesn’t hurt so bad, but it feels weird, and your head learns to be able to resist most things, so when you slam into walls you say, “Ow” in a simple voice, and go on.
~Hallucinations… Yeah… you see things… like, you’ll see random thunder strike—or, you’ll find yourself going schizophrenic, and talking to things…

Well, those are the main things that happen… there’s more, and I’ll finish that later, heh.

“You’re all mine, now.” Mike threw his rucksack at me, and then, smacked me upside, then downside my head, lol. It was like… the Mike Combo, lol. And then, he laughed, and ran out of the room, something I would do if I could remember how after being suddenly smacked both ways, lol.

And so, night fell… and we were all in our rooms. Mike stared at me from the side of his bed, talking to Cecil. “We’ll hurt her in her sleep. My unreliable sources were right… it was time for insomnia to take over. I could hear everything Mike and Cecil spoke of, as I sat on my bed, and watched Mike play his games mindlessly. With his hands on that new Zelda video game, I was sure he’d stay awake all night. Once I fell asleep… X_x and so, it started. And Mike was willing to try, and make me sleep. “Hey, don’t you want to sleep? Here’s my Pikman pillow… come on… sleep… don’t you want to sleeeeeep?” He smiled… but not those normal smiles; it was one of those-- ‘Better Keep Awake… you don’t want anything to happen… do you?’ smiles… they’re also known as evil smiles, lol. Michael shifted to his side, and kept that smile on his face… it was like watching the Cheshire cat, only Mike is ten times creepier when he smiles, lol. Well, he sat there, and then lifted an eyebrow up at me. “What? You don’t trust me? Fine… let’s fine something with absolutely no meaning to talk about…” It was here, where I heard a shrill cry from all the little people inside my head, which keep my mind in order, lol. They all just screamed, “NOOOO!” and then, they ran around, pulling their hair out… (These must be those ‘unreliable sources’ AJeh speaks of, lol. ~_^).

Well, it began. Mike tried to make me sleep. Mike continued to play, and during this time, he stopped, and turned… he grabbed Cecil, and strategically laid him on that Pikman pillow, and said, “Sleep is good for you… why don’t you sleep?” Pfft… Like I trust him. And then, I saw it… that face… that face all my brothers make when they’re planning something evil. He smiled at me, and said; “Short one… (-_-;) Do you know the entire history of dogs?” I just stared blankly, and spazzed out, and there were those people again, with a “O_o” look on their faces, and one suddenly popped up, and said—“Is he serious?” another popped up, and screamed, “WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE! AHHH!” and they all began a fire within the office in which they were kept, lol. Meanwhile, I was listening to Mike, as he began with the history of Chesapeake Retrievers… every now and then, I’d zone out, and there they were, destroying my “Sanity” files, whilst the mini-person labeled, “Common-Sense” tried to put things back in order, only to end up going crazy herself, lol. Then, there was a slam at the door, and they all ran to the door, trying to keep it from opening. It was here, that I heard the phrase; “*little voice inside my head* ‘Mental shields are weakening, sir!’ ” It was obvious that Mike’s nonsense was destroying my little community, and that I was going crazy… it was rather conspicuous, seeing as how the mini-person labeled “INSANITY—BEWARE” was running amuck, yelling, “WE GOT YOUR BANANAS!” (That’s an old phrase I used to love, that Cameron used to say when I was seven, heh). "Purge, damnit, purge!" I could hear myself yelling in my head (‘nother Des quote, lol). So, I got up, and smacked Mike with a pillow, lol. Mike retaliated, and threw Cecil at me. Had I known this, I would have used my stealthy cat-like reflexes to dodge… till I realized… I have none, lol. So, instead of dodging, I tripped over my own two feet (I really should learn to actually tie my shoelaces, instead of stuff them into my shoe, lol) it was then, that mom grabbed us, by the ear after stomping into our room, and chastised us… nothing serious, just that when we got home, we had a mountain of stuff to do >_<; so, that’s what I get… and yet, those little people are still traumatized from all this, lol. Sitting in a fetal position, murmuring, and “Mike” lol. But still… I’m rather angry about it… so, I’ll just blame Desbreko for this, lol. After all, I always do >_>;
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