Boom, Boom, every night was the same, every night it was either a new song screeching out of the speakers or the latest movie blaring out of the surround sound. That was all you ever heard from my room. No matter where you sat or stood and no matter how you tried to stop it, the sound always has a way of penetrating your ears. But tonight it was a relief. It had always been like this but I always had an escape; I had my own personal world at my disposal, one click of my fingers and I was gone. It was the greatest place that I'd ever been able to get too, for free anyway. I'd always had a good imagination and my main getaway was books or the obvious choice, the internet. I was never keen on the internet; it made great wonders become tame and even the simplest people could become superheroes as such. That was another thing I had always been a fan of comics and superheroes and this place made me one of them, I could be whoever I wanted and be the exact opposite the very next second. And this is how it all began. This was my world. It all started 12 years ago when I was out on my bike, I fell and hit my head on a large jagged rock. I bare no scar physically but I am tormented mentally by it. As soon as I had regained conciseness I knew nothing of what happened to me and that night my life was gone, I was no longer a small child wanting to ride a bike and play football, I was a young man, a hero, a anti-her, a villain, you name it I was it. In my mind I was a grown matured man but in my body I was a child. When I first visited this place it was a small island, a mere garden compared to it now. But somehow it grew, and as it grew so did my mental ability and control within it. I found I could change my role at will and soon became known as the man with a million faces. The residents of my mind, began to rebel and soon I couldn't infiltrate their ranks at all. That was the day I regretted ever learning how to ride a bike, piece by piece my world began to fall apart, and soon, they wouldn't let me leave. I was a prisoner in my own mind; I was tortured and cut off from the outside world. I couldn't see anything I couldn't feel anything, I was locked in a padded cell and that's where I've been these last few years. And now my time has come, I can hear the music and the movie, I can feel the room shake and the floor vibrate. But the thing I feel most of all, is the relief that I am no longer my own prisoner and now I'm becoming a zombie, a shadow of my former self. And now as my final farewell, I'm going to say one thing, this will be my final hour, my judgment day, so here it is... Thank-God for video games. |
