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File #012: Stalkings (By James Hetfield) ?
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Although most people might not understand it, nor
recognise it, but a walk down an old familiar path can really
change the rest of your life as you know it.
Now that my friend drives, I seldomly walk to his
house in the middle of the night. This night, however, he
wasn't really in the mood to get up and give me a ride there.
I had to roam to his house, which was about fifteen minutes
away.
It was a cold and brisk night, but nothing like how
cold it can get during the Chicago winters. There was no snow
to be seen on the ground, but you could still see your
breath. The streetlamps and oncoming cars lit up the night.
As I walked down small streets and larger roads, I didn't feel
too different. It wasn't until I got to my old junior high
school that something strange happened.
I was noticing a rustling behind me, and I looked
back, but no one seemed to be there. At first, this didn't
concern me much, but when I thought about how little this path
is traveled at night, it began to bother me. I looked back
again, yet still no one could be found. I looked forward and
tried to convince myself that I wasn't worrying about someone
perhaps following me. I kept walking down the small path that
walks right down the center of the block into the fields
behind the junior high school. Every day for four years
straight, I took this same path to Golf Junior High School.
Every day, it all felt the same, I'd go to school, get made
fun of a lot, get yelled at by teachers saying I don't fulfill
my 'potential', and go home an unhappy lot. But now I found
myself walking towards this old school at night, in the cold,
something I hadn't done for years. And I was being followed.
I turned back again, and the sound seemed to be
closer. I kept walking foward, a little faster than before.
I saw the opening into the big soccer fields of Gold School,
and the night was totally lit up by the lights of the factory
adjacent to the school. Even in the middle of the night, the
factory was as busy as little bees, trucks scooting around and
making interesting noises, and smoke billowing out of the
large chimneys. As I finally got to the mouth of the path, I
saw the school with all its lights on, like it always is at
night.
As I turned and followed the path that led right to
the school, I began to walk even faster, hoping when he came
out of the path by the trees I'd be far enough away in a wide
open area that I could see him clearly and safely. But I
wasn't quick enough, for the sound was still gaining ground on
me. It would be soon when he would catch up to me.
I had to think fast. I'd feel really silly If I broke
off running right now, because chances are this was just my
imagination playing tricks on me, that this was just a deer
taking a brisk stroll in peaceful Morton Grove. I decided
once I got to the street in front of the school, I would
either cross the street as fast as my legs could take me, or,
if the traffic did not permit, I would stand my ground and
confront the follower.
My luck was not with me. When I got to the street
light, it was a newly turned green. And the cars were rushing
by. I had very little choice but wait and see what happens.
I took a deep breath as I turned around to view the oncoming
stranger.
His running shoes made a slow and rather loud seeming
shuffle on the sidewalk in front of me. His ruffled jeans and
his small, black jacket made a light friction noise as he
approached. His rather long, brown hair was covering most of
his face, but of what I could see, his blue, no, green eyes
were staring directly into mine. He had a rather large smirk
on his face.
The stranger in front of me... was me. I hardly had
time to react before he pulled the blade from his pocket and
ripped open a tear into my soul that still has not healed. As
I laid there bleeding, all I thought about was sleeping, is
that I wanted to go to sleep, but he wouldn't even let me to
that.
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? .nfo: File: #012 Author: James Hetfield ?
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