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-...ce se va întâmpla? -Când? -...când se va termina tot. -Se va termina cum îți dorești. -...îmi e frică și nu vreau. -Nici eu nu vreau... -...să te pierd. -Să te pierd. -...sunt un Luceafăr blestemat.  -De ce și de cine? -...nu știu. Oricine se atașează de mine sau mă atașez, într-o bună zi va pleca din viața mea. -Nu și de data asta. -...așa a fost mereu. Nu-mi poți promite. -Nu îți voi promite, îți voi demonstra. -...sper

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Haylen Beck - Dispariția din Silver Water

Haylen Beck – Dispariția din Silver Water

Haylen Beck este pseudonimul lui Stuart Neville, pseudonim compus din numele chitariștilor săi preferați: Eddie Van Halen și Jeff Beck!

Întotdeauna mi-au plăcut romanele ale căror acțiuni se petrec în locuri dubioase, precum orășele izolate de restul lumii, păduri, câmpii pustiite, sau orașe industriale abandonate. Când citesc așa ceva, știu sigur că n-are ce să mă plictisească, acțiunea și…

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Sweet Dreams

VIII. Senseless Awakening

After waking up completely my first physical reaction at the time was to stretch my body so the blood could get to flow through my veins once again, restoring circulation and so the numbness would go away leaving me to believe that it was nothing more than a onetime thing and that there was no connection with what had happened in my dream. I had never been as wrong as I had been in that moment and I blame my age and immaturity for my decision. But enough with the regrets and let’s move on with the story. The nights that followed, my brother became more and more vicious inside the dreams as stabbing, and scratching, ripping and skinning became his favorite activities to do on my left arm, with my own body, because in this way we both could’ve played. He always smiled and I always looked the opposite of him. A peculiar thing about all this was the fact that after every such dream, I would wake up energized, mentally rested and ready for the new day, with one small and otherwise innocent exception; the numbness. It didn’t feel like it was getting worse in intensity but it sure was growing in frequency.

I did not tell my parents about my situation as I couldn’t make a connection between the events in my dreams and the numbness of my body so I thought it was just my sleeping positions obstructing blood circulation. Until one morning when I woke up and I couldn’t move or feel the fingers on my left arm no matter what I did to it. It was completely numb and senseless like a dead tree branch. I started panting, panicking, moving from one side of the room to the other thinking what was I going to do about this and how should I solve it. Luckily I had woken up before my parents and so I could move throughout the house without them seeing me and getting suspicious of what I was hiding. All I could think of doing was to move, to keep moving until I felt I couldn’t move anymore and somehow get the blood to allow me freedom from the numbness and its ominous source. So I did; I moved; from right to left, left to right, up and down and down and up, all directions. A desperation filled workout done in utter silence so I wouldn’t wake my parents which made me so sweaty that I looked like I took a shower, and all of it happened without me using my incapacitated left arm. It sounds superhuman and stupid but all I can say is that desperation gave birth to motivation and dedication to reach a certain goal.

I was so engrossed in what I was doing that I did not notice time passing by getting me closer to the moment I would have to face my parents and in the state I was in, there was no chance I would not get caught and be forced to give an explanation about my condition, and even if I could hide it, for how long would I be able to function properly like this, I wondered.

While doing my emergency workout, I started feeling that I was reaching the physical limit of my ability, while at the same time; I grew more desperate, almost bringing myself on the brink of crying. A few more minutes until my parents would come to check on me to see if I were awake or still sleeping. Then it happened and I still can’t believe it did; while moving, I felt my pinky finger twitch giving me a bit of sensation. This was huge as it meant that my efforts, desperate as they were, were somewhat fruitful and not in vain. In those last 5 minutes I pushed as hard as I could, but this time, I also used my left arm, forcing it to work thus making it feel more and more. After what seemed like an eternity of self inflicted torture I suddenly heard the door knob rotate, and a small portion of my mom’s head popped through just barely to see if I’m in bed or not. Luckily I wasn’t; nor in bed nor desperate as I had managed to somehow restart my arm which acted like it had some broken circuits. After I saw her and she saw me, I smiled lightly and wished her good morning. She then said the same good morning and like any mother she told me to get off the floor and go wash without asking any question about what I was doing on the floor. I complied without a word being happy I somehow escaped victorious out of that episode of morning horror. But I managed to learn something important which changed everything regarding my brother and the scale of what he could do.