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Part 1

It was a paralyzing conundrum, to be conceived with fantasies of happiness, but then be tortured by imaginary fallacies that plagues ones self.

But that was the average daily life of Timothy.

Timothy was your standard seventeen year old. A brittle young man with frail like characteristics, Brown hair that waived at the ends, piercing blue eyes, and a defined jawline. His interests varied, from video games to soccer. Nothing necessarily stood out about Timothy, but he was indeed extraordinary.

What was so extraordinary about Timothy you ask? The plague. The plague of thoughts that defined who he was. The idea, the very simple notion that if he did indeed step on a crack, his mother just would not crack her back, but she would have a gulp of water, which would then lodge in her throat. As the gulp progressed down her throat she would then gasp and flail for air like a fish out of water. Then she would collapse onto the floor grasping for any ounce of life she could. As she screams out in terrorizing agony she would then notice her son glaring at her, completely debilitated by the scene in front of him.

The woman who had single handedly raised him, working sixty hours a week at a diner. She would come home with bruises on her feet, exhausted from carrying Timothys younger brother in her six month term. The woman who had invested so much time into curating and creating her idea of an outstanding young man, one built with honor, morals, and genuine care.

But, if Timothy would attempt to save her, then he had failed himself. You see, the voice inside of Timothys head had deemed him unworthy and by definition a character of evil intentions, an individual who must pay for every single imperfection with great monstrosities.

All because he stepped on the crack.

Of course, this scene did not actually occur. Timothy was beckened by the fact that he was always living in a pre-ordained nightmare. An entire reality that was tantalizingly outside of his control. But what was inside of Timothys control, was his desire to not HAVE to tap on the front door five times, or to avoid having a single reason that because he did not pray to god for the second time that day that his masturbation on Tuesday would cause the next rapture.

Every single step Timothy took, was one closer to death.
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Timothy viewed his fellow classmates, co workers at his local fast food restaurant, and his unborn brother as nothing more than opportunities. Opportunities for him to flesh out his deepest fears, and then reconcile them with mental pain that would crush even the greatest man.

This situation though, this one was different.

A sunny day, one filled with chirping birds, ecstatic children, a calm breeze and a surreal setting always made Timothy feel at home. It was relaxing, relieving. Timothy always felt like it was Gods way of letting know the world know that everything was going to be ok.

He made his way to school, and breezed through his classes, either by skipping them entirely or doing the bare minimum of work to guarantee himself a passing grade. Tim had never necessarily considered himself an academic character, rather, he had to utilize what intelligence he had to survive. He held this mentality all throughout his life, but it especially arose when traveling through the darkest realms of his deepest fears.

After a rather strenuous day at school (dodging cracks in the sidewalk, not looking at a woman for longer than 3.2 seconds, or having thoughts of contamination from the slice of bread in the school lunchroom) Tim had made his way back home. Birds still chirping. Wind still blowing. How peaceful he thought as he made his way home through the empty alleyway behind thirty second street.

He placed his right foot up, then his left foot, then his right foot, then his right foot again, onto the ledge entering into the house. A standard ritual. As he went to place his slightly garnished left hand on the doorknob, he realized he had made a great mistake.

Pulsations. Increased heart rate. Sweating. Tightness in the chest. A high level radioactive assault had just commenced on Timothys entire psyche-both physically and mentally. The loud crashing of thunder was heard above him, or was it inside him? A pounding exertia of violence was happening in this very split second- Blood, gore, trauma, screams, tears. The inertia was paralyzing.

Timothy dropped to the ground.

His black backpack was thrown across the crisply cut grass.

His hands went straight to his face.

Tim had forgot to put his left foot on the ledge twice. It was so routine, how could he forget? How could he make such a juvenile mistake? An entire day of perfected routines, almost artistic in the fact of how they were executed on such a precise level.
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As he laid on the ground, debilitated in each and every sense, the voice came out.

A soft whisper, piercing with a disruptive echo; Fool! You deserve each and every ounce of hell thats about to happen. Watch as your mother chokes on her blood, your unborn brother implodes, and youre arrested for crimes against humanity.

He had lost. A war that he had obliged since he was six years old. Being entirely submissive to crushing thoughts that dictated his every move. Here he lay, descriptively destroyed.

Timothy grabbed his backpack and performed the ritual to his standard ordinance.

So weak, so fragile. His palpitations were still on fire. Every ounce of his being had been eradicated, every passion and every desire had been eliminated. Struck with an overwhelming anxiety that his mother would indeed now choke on her blood and his unborn brother would quite literally; implode.

He carried, quite literally, carried himself into the living room. He could smell the aroma of freshly baked cookies and beef stew brewing in the pot. His mother was prancing along singing her favorite seventies tune with the kitchen window open. It was so freeing to see a soul so relieved of the trauma that he had just experienced.

Exhausted, he sat on the lavishly green couch.

Is this what life is? Is this what Im destined to feel for the rest of eternity? Timothy bewildered and confused asking himself.

He grabbed his phone from his pocket trying to distract himself and as it was halfway out his mother screeched.

Oh my god!

It was happening. The gravest sin was finally happening. Tim tossed his phone, frantically rushing to the kitchen. The calm serenity that had just overtaken the entire ambiance had dissipated.

The crushing voice had returned. See? How did you think you could avoid me? How did you have the slightest inclination to think that YOU could get rid of ME? Just watch you imbecile.

His mother lay on the ground. Steaming hot stew dripping onto the solid white porcelain floors. Tim, Tim her voice draining.

Ca-call a...an amb-u....

A foaming red color began to erupt from her mouth. Her solid blue eyes began to discriminately fade. She put her right hand out and reached for her son.

He was trembling. Hands shaking, and the palpitations were beginning to hurt.

The only thing Tim could perceive was his earliest memories of his beautiful mother teaching him to read. Her legs crossed in the air, browsing a Dr. Seuss novel Ah. Ah. She pronounced over and over. That makes an A. She smiled at a young Timothy, enticing him to make a similar noise.

Crackling was heard in the deep halls of his mind. Ah, so sweet Timothy. Youve tried so hard to combat me. Its rather adorable. All of these ridiculous fucking movements you perform to applaud my threats. Go ahead, focus on the good memories. Its the last fucking thing youll remember.
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I have OCD and this story triggered me lmao.

Pretty cool though
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OCD sucks.

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AlisLandale posted...

I have OCD and this story triggered me lmao.

Pretty cool though

Same! Part of what inspired me to put this together is the nightmare that is ocd.

jumi posted...

OCD sucks.

Its quite honestly horrific.
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Bump
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maoriwarrior posted...

Bump

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maoriwarrior posted...

maoriwarrior posted...

Bump

Again cuz why not
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Is there a part 2 coming?

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jumi posted...

Is there a part 2 coming?

There is! Its worth a read then yeah?
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Yeah.

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