Mental Notes & Random Musings

The impact of the rock hurt. The impact of the rock just hurt, and nothing more. The fact that it looked like a bullet while it was screaming at my stomach but felt more like a sharp rock being thrown from a long distance, barely reaching its target, as it should have made me intensely angry. Totally enraged would be a more suitable description of it, because like it was purely instinctive, I started running towards Ricky like I was shot from a gun myself. As I look back on it all I can remember is that I was going to kill him. I think about it, and I do not even know how I was going to do it, I was just going to kill him, and it was all I could think of. The look of horror on his face as I was running down the street would have told me that he knew I was going to kill him, and he could not stop me from doing it. The indignation that he “thought” he was going to kill me or disable me with that rock must have been the factor that was flooding my brain. The fact that he could not do it, ...

I cleared my eyes, but I could not figure what my next move would be because I did not have a clue as to where my location was, or what time it was for that matter. It was within an hour or so either way of noon, but what day it was is a total mystery. My life is a total mystery. The parchment was blank in my hand now and I did not really know what caused it to write to me. I knew that I was not letting go of it because as far as “weird” goes it has been a more “friendly weird” than all the “ghastly weird” that goes on around me these days. I imagined that the first thing I should do is look up from this hedge and see where I was, but at the same time I was terrified that something bad was about to happen. It was hot outside, so at least that has not changed. I heard a familiar voice say to me, “What are you doing down there?” and of course that voice made me jump up from my crouched position in the hedges. Craning my neck, I saw that I was in the bushes of Bob Culvin, since I had allu...

I understand that to most people it will be reserved to the movies, and I will admit that the whole scenario is growing more intimidating to me regardless of my acceptance of it. There really is nothing right now that would make me feel any better, but I am starting to believe with every passing moment that there are about a million things that can make me feel worse and that list grows by the minute. I could hear a faint voice that was like a quiet yelling “Stacy, Stacy!” and after looking around in my confusion I saw my son pointing to a corner of the room and just being quiet otherwise. I darted to the corner where my telephone hung from its usual perch on the wall and grabbed the receiver “I’m here Mary, I got rather busy there for a moment and then I spaced out a bit,” my mind started reaching for the right words to avoid having to explain to much like I always do, “I’m sorry that I didn’t get back to you …” She finished my sentence for me, “… but you were sitting there with a sev...

With the force of the blow that Jake had used on the back of Mary’s skull, and the force that must have hit the front of her eye socket when it hit my jaw you would have thought she would be out like a broken light bulb. That would be too easy, and Jake never took his eyes off her thank God, because he had his foot on her throat the second, she shook off the blow and seemed to be getting up. “We really need to call the State Police or something here mom. Mary is completely nuts.” Mary started exclaiming in a croaky voice “Do that Jake, call the police, your mother is going to kill me! Hurry!” and then she started to act like a poor pathetic old woman again. A poor pathetic woman who was strangling a woman half her age and took the entire force of a baseball bat to the back of the head from a young man who bats over three hundred for the high school team. Nothing major really? Jake looked down with disdain and exclaimed, “I’m not deaf Mary, I was listening to you two from upstairs,” he ...

I looked down at Mary beneath me and being jaded helps in times like these. I did not allow myself the luxury of being confused, an obvious reflex action of those that do not want to believe what is happening to them. I know what is happening to me and even though I hate it happening to me, it is happening to me. I also know more about Mary in this time than I had known before I had jumped back in time. My mind was able to process this quickly given the circumstances and I maintained my composure as I looked down at her and adjusted my knees to hold her down to the floor. She seemed none too happy about what was happening and let me tell you she seemed none too frail for a woman her age too. My mind whirled around in circles as I placed my knees on top of Mary’s arms, and she hissed and spit at me. Her snakelike qualities did not end there either since she was squirming back and forth like one. I finally reached down and grasped her around the throat, which snapped her into a semi cata...

I would be lying at this point if I did not say that the more, I know the less comfortable I feel about it all. I agreed with Lou that it was best for me to get away from whatever that gunshot was. I am not a dummy, so I knew full well what it was, but I cling to my ignorance. I know what is going to happen about eleven hours from now, but I am not too thrilled with getting there actually or having to live through what happened after that again. I have not got a clue how I am supposed to deal with Mary this time knowing that she is in league with Darius. I wondered if Lou was going to change that but by the sounds of things that had happened in this time, and it means that it will have been foretold for the next time. Oh God who talks or thinks like this. My head was starting to ache again. I was losing track of how much time I have lived in relativity to the last time I slept. I asked Lou if that affects anything, and he reminded me that he does not know and he is sick of me rubbing i...