That’s not Themus
I turned towards the door of my room, which was painted a soft biege brown. Dad said that this was painted to a small girl that once lived in this house, although drenched with burn marks. I could hear my father turn the doornob to my room. He peaked through the doorway. My room was upstairs and my bed sat by a window you could see the wall through. “Have you not had dinner?” He uttered softly, his lifeless eyes staring at me. With a carpender voice he forced through. I replied with an "I'm not hungry, help yourself,” although I was starving and had not eaten one bite, holding on to every last bit of that pitiful meal I had yesterday.
My name is Yurei, I'm 15. I lived closley to a large structure that was mysteriously constructed around one thousand years ago, leaving most wondering if it was just a political statement. Clearly, most of the people here in northern Ireland suggested maybe it was over calculated, but the wall never ended it seemed. Here in the UK, people suggested the wall led out into the sea, but instead it surrounded us, protecting us from the Republic. Like I said, completely political. But this is the early eighteen hundreds. Me and my father live directly near a small village, which the name almost fits perfectly as a baby name, so I will not state. Antrim Plateau is right before a place none have heard of, or seen, but perhaps just ocean. Only hidden to worry us.
Other than being bordered almost completely from the outside world, I’ve always had frequent visions. Strangly enough, left me unconscious. The visions seemed specifically directed to and for me. Sometimes they seemed silly, some were confusing, and others were absolutily horrifying. I would have one a day, everyday. Sometimes I would wake up in my bed, tears rolling down my cheeks. Most of the time, I felt like it was some force, tormenting me to listen to them. I heard voices in the visions, telling me to go kill myself or to commit some unthinkable act. They blamed me for random things, Im guessing in which was an act of an estimable laugh. They would laugh, like real people. Those voices were all just people. Putting a sword at my throat to try and break every last bit of sanity I had in me.
My mother disappeared years ago, me being at the young age of six. Fortuitously, I never found any reason to feel sorry for myself. Just the fact my father was left with a little girl like me made me sit around and waller in pity as If I had something to feel sorry about. My father was hopeless. His eyes are droopy, and I am not sure if he has slept since those horrid hours he spent in agony almost nine years ago. After my mother left, my father was punished by the government, being blamed for helping her. Helping her go over the wall. My mother went over with no explaination, leaving us here in the village to never be looked the same ever again. My father has not been the same since the torture the officers put him through. He has been barely functional. His eyes are dead, and his skin is a light pale color. He almost lost all function in both of his legs, with slight movement still being revived.
Themus, the officer in the northern station, is one of the nearly killed torture victims for helping my mother, except he actually did. Themus is still a well known man to us, but I know that he is a good man. Themus is much more functional, and he would help me with my father here and there. He is the father I never had. Themus is my mothers old friend who had no idea to what he was doing, helping my mom. I pitied him quite a bit.
January 14, 1810
I felt something start to throb in my head as I got up out of my bed. My head felt like it was in a forever growing pain, but on the front of my forhead. I squinted my eyes, looking up at my wall. I took a deep breath. I heard something downstairs. I thought, maybe it's father, but he couldn't walk anyway. Maybe I'm dreaming. I got up and looked into a mirror. I looked at my deep brunette hair and brown eyes, beginning to goon at my face. When I started to stare, I could feel soft goosbumps covering my arms. I need to look downstairs, for some reason.
When I began creeping down, I felt a vision coming on. Usually I didn't fight it, but this time I shook my head. Instead of blacking out, the vision went on. I heard the voices say mean things, then the voices slowly started to repeat things I somehow guessed were useful.
Get out, get out, run, leave them, go beyond, find them!
I felt my head snap back, I was awake. I continued walking down the stairs, which were going on forever. When I got to the bottom, I saw Themus. He was talking to dad. Themus doesn't like coming in this house. Themus was holding a gun. That's not Themus.
I froze in panic. "Hello, Yurei," this Themus said, snakily. "Dad?" I mumbled, looking down at my father, who looked the same sitting on the rocking chair by our furnace. I turned my head to an angle. I saw a shot wound in his heart, not his head, but the heart. When I realized what had happened, my heart shattered. I looked at my father, then started taking forced deep breaths, covering my mouth. I cried, almost screaming out. I looked at Themus, then at my father. My face was soaked in tears for a while, just standing there. Themus sat in front of me, his eyes wide, waiting for me to have grieved enough to actually think.
I found myself failing. Every moment of every hour had saved up to this. These visions, these people, these voices, those horrid spirits breaking every bit of life I had. Now Themus, now my father. Now me.
I got up. I remembered a gun in my fathers closet. My face went from sorrow to angery tears. I sprinted to my fathers closet, tripping on the doorway floor as I breathed heavily. I could kill him. Or not. I didn't want to kill Themus. He was the only thing I had still around, but he was gone. I sat in my fathers room, holding a gun at the doorway. "Please be dream, please God just let this be a dream," I almost yelled, crying again. I was wailing, hearing Themus's footsteps get closer. "I don't want to kill you," I mumbled under my tears.
I saw Themus walk up to the front, his face pale, and my hands shaking, I couldn't do it. He held up his hand like he was about to strike, I yelped, and pulled the trigger.
I cried out when he hit the ground, bleeding out onto the wooden floor. I sat for a few seconds, recovering back to sanity. I took a deep breath, and heard the voices again.
Wall, wall, wall, wall
"Ok, ok I'll do it!" I ran outside, then felt more voices whisper in my head. I couldn't hear exactly what they were saying. I ran until I couldn't, then I ran more. I ran towards the wall, I got closer. What about dad? What about Themus? Where will I go? I felt familiar with the thought, and also familiar in what I am supposed to do to get pass. I ran forwared towards the wall. I hit the stone with my hand, the sun had started to rise, shining into my eyes. I heard ravens at the top, squawking and some sounded like people whispering. Like voices. I stared at the stone. I heard people yelling, and knew that if I couldn't figure out how to climb this, I would die. I found a small crack. I couldn't break it, but that meant there were more. I found a bigger one. I climbed under, and once I got pass it, vines immediantly grew over the hole.
I was so shocked, so many things had happened in such a short span of time. Oh my God, Im pass the wall. My dads dead. I wanted to cry, but instead, I fainted.
