Aftermath Guardian’s War 4: Abuser

One night we found a new alter, a thing not born of abuse but of learning. He was not damaged, but twisted and wrong. He was not helpful or in need. He wanted things to fall apart. He called himself Char. We called him Abuser. Every Tuesday we got drunk. We would drink all sorts… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 4: Abuser

Aftermath Guardian’s War 3: Conductor

In the summer of 2001, the game changed forever. A bridge was created that changed it all. I will preface this by saying that it is amazing what the human mind can do, and by saying that this is all true. Some of the experts who know this disorder will dispute this as impossible, but… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 3: Conductor

Aftermath Guardian’s War 1: The Fellow Warrior

Let’s do it again, shall we? There’s final pieces moving into place. We have to look at the aftermath of me losing everything in Guardian’s War. How I rebuilt myself, rebuilt a life, and hacked a path through the heart of darkness. This blog blast will be 19 posts long. It’ll take us from six… Continue reading Aftermath Guardian’s War 1: The Fellow Warrior

Aftermath New Girl 1: War

Here we are again. Another blog blast. The last one was Hollow Man. Told the story of my ex-girlfriends and the impact they had on me. What they turned me into and what I learned from them. But awhile ago, I did a series of blogs called The New Girl. Months ago now, I think,… Continue reading Aftermath New Girl 1: War

Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly

It was after 8 at night. I was in bed, my PJs on, my top sheet pulled up to my chin, my blankets at my feet. It was too hot for blankets that night. The night before fifth grade. The night it was born. The night my mind broke, once again, to form the one… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 7: Strong Urge to Fly

Rise of the Storyteller 4: Matching Blades

I don’t think my second grade teacher, Mrs. Herring, hated children when she started teaching at 20th Street School, but by the time she got to me, I think it was starting to happen. Teaching is a punishing job. You see one kid after the next that you can’t save. Can’t save from bullying, can’t… Continue reading Rise of the Storyteller 4: Matching Blades

The Progenitor 2: Char’s Legacy

It started at about eight that night. I had been reading to occupy my mind. I would guess Guardian. Maybe Shadow. I was sixteen, laying in a bed in Milwaukee in my aunt’s house in the attic where mice used to terrorize me, when the first pang of pain hit me. It felt like the… Continue reading The Progenitor 2: Char’s Legacy

The Progenitor 1: Teaching Me How To Fight

You know they called the Son of Sam the .44 Caliber Killer until he was caught and they saw what he really was. You know there is this part in the movie Gangs of New York, directed by Martin Scorsese, where the leader of the Dead Rabbits is walking Monk’s body down the street, and… Continue reading The Progenitor 1: Teaching Me How To Fight

The New Girl 22: The Portrait

Guardian and Bekah were eating a sad meal at the cafeteria. They could barely look at each other. Just a graze of the eyes hurt. It hurt just to be near one another, but if they could get a moment, they would. Bekah was talking about her art classes and said she needed to draw… Continue reading The New Girl 22: The Portrait

The New Girl 20: The One Great Night

Shadow told himself no when Cheech knocked. Cheech was our one truly good friend in Wells. He lived right up the hall and would have done anything for us. He was young. Had graduated high school two years early because he was brilliant. His father was rich and wanted as little to do with him… Continue reading The New Girl 20: The One Great Night