Why did I end up with the Idiots?!, chapter 14
23 June 2004 Wednesday
Jesus must have passed out... Or worse!
Had another blackout!
He looked around.
It was night...
A clock on the wall told him that it was around nine...
A nurse walked by outside but saw that he was awake and walked in.
"Hi! How are you now?" she asked and smiled.
"What happened?"
"You passed out. No one really understood why... Do you?"
"He yelled at me... " Jesus whispered.
"Who yelled?"
"It was... He... I don't know!" Jesus started to cry again.
Some of the tears was for the fact that he didn't knew.
Others for the fact that he missed home...
But most of the tears was falling cuz' he was afraid and it hurt.
It was like something was burning him, from the inside!
"Hey, kid? Are you okay? Do you need anything? Should I get the doctor?" the nurse asked.
"Make it stop... " Jesus whispered.
"What?" the nurse asked.
She didn't really hear him.
"Make it stop... I can't take this shit anymore! Just make it stop!" he cried.
"I can give you some calming medicine, but... " the nurse started in that disgustingly calm hospital way.
"No! End it! End the whole thing! Then everybody will be happy! Everyone else won't have to deal with me, and I can be free! And... And I might even meet my dad once again... " at this time Jesus was crying heavily.
"I'll get you something that'll help you to sleep."
Then Jesus slipped away into the doziness of medical drugs...
It would have been nice.
But HE was there... The other one.
The one who yelled.
This time he showed himself.
"Hi, my dear Jesus" the other said with a creepy, calm voice.
Jesus looked at him.
They both looked the same... Except those eyes.
There was a glow in them.
This other guy wasn't afraid of much, you could tell.
"Who are you!?" Jesus screamed out. "Why are you haunting me?! Why can't you just leave me alone!"
"Well, then I gotta ask you... Why did you create me then?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jesus was freaking out, and started to think: It's just a dream... Just a dream!
"All those years ago... You created me. As you stood by your fathers dead body, you asked ME to protect you. You asked me too exist." The guy's voice remained calm and he started too walk around Jesus with an evil grin on his face. "You don't remember?"
The guy stepped closer and whispered in Jesus ear.
"I'm Saint Jimmy... "
Jesus must have passed out... Or worse!
Had another blackout!
He looked around.
It was night...
A clock on the wall told him that it was around nine...
A nurse walked by outside but saw that he was awake and walked in.
"Hi! How are you now?" she asked and smiled.
"What happened?"
"You passed out. No one really understood why... Do you?"
"He yelled at me... " Jesus whispered.
"Who yelled?"
"It was... He... I don't know!" Jesus started to cry again.
Some of the tears was for the fact that he didn't knew.
Others for the fact that he missed home...
But most of the tears was falling cuz' he was afraid and it hurt.
It was like something was burning him, from the inside!
"Hey, kid? Are you okay? Do you need anything? Should I get the doctor?" the nurse asked.
"Make it stop... " Jesus whispered.
"What?" the nurse asked.
She didn't really hear him.
"Make it stop... I can't take this shit anymore! Just make it stop!" he cried.
"I can give you some calming medicine, but... " the nurse started in that disgustingly calm hospital way.
"No! End it! End the whole thing! Then everybody will be happy! Everyone else won't have to deal with me, and I can be free! And... And I might even meet my dad once again... " at this time Jesus was crying heavily.
"I'll get you something that'll help you to sleep."
Then Jesus slipped away into the doziness of medical drugs...
It would have been nice.
But HE was there... The other one.
The one who yelled.
This time he showed himself.
"Hi, my dear Jesus" the other said with a creepy, calm voice.
Jesus looked at him.
They both looked the same... Except those eyes.
There was a glow in them.
This other guy wasn't afraid of much, you could tell.
"Who are you!?" Jesus screamed out. "Why are you haunting me?! Why can't you just leave me alone!"
"Well, then I gotta ask you... Why did you create me then?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Jesus was freaking out, and started to think: It's just a dream... Just a dream!
"All those years ago... You created me. As you stood by your fathers dead body, you asked ME to protect you. You asked me too exist." The guy's voice remained calm and he started too walk around Jesus with an evil grin on his face. "You don't remember?"
The guy stepped closer and whispered in Jesus ear.
"I'm Saint Jimmy... "
