Cemetery Shenanigans
Part Two: Out of the frying pan into the Fire

“Excuse you.” A young woman said the moment I entered the shack. “I think you owe me an explanation why you just busted in here.”

I blinked and blinked again as I peered toward the woman, she had long, honey blonde hair that was pulled back in a ponytail, the ponytail was braided and the braid was tossed over her shoulder. She was dressed in a red plaid flannel gown. The woman was sitting in an old, wooden rocking chair that was sitting near a roaring fire that crackled in a large, brick fireplace that was located in the center of the room.

“The bride?” I said, taking a deep breath as I pointed out the window. The window pane was already starting to frost up. “She chased me!” I stuttered out after a few moments of trying to spit my words out.

“Oh.” The woman said, taking a deep breath as she shook her head from the left to the right. “Not that silly story again!” She said, sighing as she stood up, she then looked me over. I could feel her eyes traveling from the top of my head down to tip toes of stocking covered feet.

“Oh Jesus.” The woman said, shaking her head. “You even got yourself in an old bride dress.” She said, taking a deep breath. She then looked down at the bundle of plastic flowers that I was holding in my hand.

“Oh Lord.” She said, shaking her head again. “You've even had make-shift bridal bouquets.” She said as she rolled her eyes to the side. “And here I was about to settle in for the night. We'll..” She said, peering toward me. “Get out of that dress, it's soaked and I don't need you catching your death of a cold because you're running around in a damp dress.”

I blinked and blinked again.

“Come on, there's a shower nearby, you need to get a nice warm shower and some hot soup in you. Don't you know this kind of weather is pneumonia? Hot one minute, cold the next. You need to take care of your body or else you're going to end up in the hospital.” She scolded as she stood up and started walking toward me.

“I'm sorry for barging in here like this.. but try to understand, a few moments ago I was being chased by an ax wielding woman wearing a blood splattered wedding dress, now I'm being lectured.. its kind of hard for me to wrap my head around all of this.” I said blushing as I shrugged my shoulders.

“Right. What I should do is call the local sheriff's office and have them send over somebody, because right now you're trespassing. The graveyard is closed at sunset and opens at sunrise. Not only are you trespassing as you're in my private property without being invited in. But you're also breaking the law by being in the graveyard when it closes.” The woman paused. “I could have you arrested and thrown in jail. But I'm not, I'm going to give you a chance to explain yourself.”

“Do I make myself clear young lady?”

I turned my head at the 'Young Lady' remark. I was about to correct her, when I decided it would be better to just let that dog sleep. Only a fool pokes a tiger when it's cornered and only a duff takes a mother bear's cub away from her.

“Yes ma'am.” I said taking a deep breath, “Would you mind showing me where the bathroom is?”

“The bathroom is the third door on the right down this hallway. It's right across the guest bedroom, or what I call the guest bedroom.” She said pointing down a hallway that connected the room we were standing in with the rest of the house. The house seemed to have a kind of an “L” Shape. With the main room being in front, a hallway down the middle and the kitchen, bathroom, laundry room, master bedroom and guest bedroom all being connected in that one long hallway. Kind of reminded me of an old shotgun house in a way.

“Okay thank you.” I said taking a deep breath as I started to leave the warmth of the sitting room. The hallway was dark and cold and I could hear the wind whooping around the trees that surrounded the cottage. The wind sounded like the howl of a wolf pack, greeting the rising of the full moon. It took me a few moments, but at last I found the bathroom. Taking a deep breath I flipped the light switch on and stepped into the bathroom.

The bathroom had peach colored tile, peach colored walls, and a deep porcelain bathtub in the center. Of course there was a toilet and a wash basin. The bathroom was nice and warm. And for a moment I just stood there, lost, confused and in a daze, then I heard a knock on the door. And on the other side I heard the strange woman saying.

“I don't hear bath water running.” She said in a scolding tone of voice.

I blinked and blinked again and a few seconds later I turned on the tap. Steaming hot water rushed out of the spout and started to fill the tub. The water was a nice, clear blue color. Quickly I stripped myself of the gown I was wearing. The gown was soaked with dew and stained with grass. It felt strange to naked in a stranger's bathroom. A sudden and unexplainable sense of embarrassment came over me as I dipped my toes into the water to test the warmth.

“Is everything alright dear?” The woman called again from behind the door.

“Yes ma'am!” I called out as I turned around to face the wooden bathroom door.

“Okay! If you want to, you can hand me that bundle of clothes and I'll put them in the washer and dryer. I don't know your size or style, but I have a few old flannel nightgowns that I think would fit you. I'll leave one of them out by the door for you alone with an old housecoat.” The strange woman paused. “Once you finish your bath, meet me in the kitchen, I'll fix you some oatmeal and we can talk about your pending punishment.” She added.

“PUNISHMENT!” I yelled a little louder and I intended to. “What do you mean by punishment?”

“Oh silly girl, you think you waltz into the graveyard after hours and escape scot-free? I dare say you have another thing coming. But we can talk about that later.” She paused. “But first I need you to push that bundle of clothes you were wearing through a crack in the door please.”

I'm not sure what came over me, but without thinking, I opened the door enough so I could push the bundle of clothes through the door without giving her a chance to see my naked frame.
A moment later she took the bundle of clothes from me. I then heard her footsteps move away from the bathroom door. Once that was done, I turned my attention toward the tub that was filled with steamy warm water. A few moments later, I'd settled into the tub with a series of grunts, sighs and moans. The hot water seemed to wash away the sense of cold that had settled over me. A coldness that had worked its way into my very bones.

After a few moments of soaking in the warm water, I started to wash myself. A few moments later the water turned from a deep, blue color to a dark, forest green. After a few more moments I stood up and stepped out of the tub. Without thinking, I reached over and pulled one of the towels down from a nearby towel rack, and again without thinking I started to towel off.

Once my hair was dry, I started to scan the counter. I quickly noticed a old paddle brush sitting on the counter, again without thinking I started to brush my hair out with the brush, after about fifteen minutes, yes I said minutes of struggling and breaking each knot and smoothing out each curl, I was soon left with head full of straight, glossy, brown hair.

I then noticed a bundle of hair bands, ribbons, scrunchies, and hair clips. Shrugging my shoulders, I reached over and picked up two neon pink scrunchies, and then without thinking I pulled my hair two matching pigtails. I mean if this strange woman was already calling me an 'young lady' I might as well look the part am I right? And if you're going to jail for stealing a penny you might as well steal a dollar while you're at it.

Anyway once my hair was dressed, I eased the door open and there bundled up was a red flannel nightgown with a matching red housecoat and a pair of red house shoes. Without giving it a second thought I slipped the red flannel nightgown over my head and pulled it down over my slender frame. The warm fabric hugged my slender frame and fell just above the knees, a second later I slipped on the red house shoes and was amazed how warm they felt. And finally I pulled the red house coat around me and tied it. I then noticed frost was starting to form on the window pane outside the bathroom.

Anyway, I started to walk back down the hallway and soon I found myself standing once more in the front sitting room. The strange woman was still there. In fact she was sitting in a chair, and judging from the way she was sitting, I guess she had been waiting for me to return.

“Okay, now that you've had your bath. I want to know a few things, first what's your name?” She said as she leaned back in the chair.

I blinked and blinked again. I had to think about this question for a moment. You see, according to my Benton Agricultural High School Student Badge, my name was “Jonathan Soenksen” and that I was a “Sophomore”. According to my Mississippi issued Learners Permit my name was “Joanthan Soenksen” age sixteen, hair color brown, eye color, brown, height five feet three inches, weight about ninety pounds soaking wet.

But standing in front of women, wearing a red flannel nightgown with my brown hair in pigtails, I did not look or feel like a “Joanthan Soenksen” instead I felt like an “Heather Soenksen” a character of my own creation that I often used when roleplaying on online forums or when me and my friends gathered in the basement of somebody house for a session of Dungeons and Dragons.

“Joanthan Soenksen.” I said blushing as I looked down at the ground.

“Honey.” The woman said, taking a deep breath. “You're already in deep enough trouble as is. You don't need to add lying to the list of things.” She said, taking a deep breath.

I blinked.

“Heather Soenksen.” I added it quickly.

“That better, now Heather,” She brushed past me. “Could you please tell me what you were doing in the cemetery after dark.” She said, taking a deep breath.

“Okay,” I said blushing. “So 'Weird Magazine' is holding a contest. Anybody who can produce proof of the supernatural. The top price is fifteen hundred dollars and well, I decided that with it being so close to Halloween and all I could sneak into the town's cemetery and see if I can't snap a photo of a ghost or something. Then I heard a local witch talking about this urban legend 'The Bloody Bride' and how her ghost is supposed to roam the cemetery on nights of the full moon. So I figured if I could snap a photo of the supposed 'Bloody Bride' roaming among the graves, I was sure to win the first place prize.”

The woman blinked and spun around and peered at me.

“Okay! That was foolish! I'm going to say this, you're lucky you came running into my house! If one of the night watchmen would have caught you. They would have called the police, and if the rumors are true. There is a hidden room in the basement of the Benton Police Station where they strap you down to a bench and blister your ass with a leather Sam Browne belt.” The woman said, sighing. “And yes, some of the officers on the Benton Police Force are so sadistic that they will do something like that. Trust me, this is the south and despite forty years of progress there still a number of rule crazy cops running around this town.”

I blinked and blinked again.

“Anyway, here is what is going to happen. I think you deserve a spanking, so I'm going to give you a spanking. Then I'm going to put you to bed. I found a bundle of clothes by the old iron fence an hour or so before you came barging in. And so I'm going to assume those belong to you. The dew had soaked through them though. So I'm going to wash and dry them alone with your little bridal dress.” She said in a commanding and firm tone of voice.

I swallowed hard and took a deep breath.

“Also, while they're drying you can take a nap and stuff in the spare bedroom. Also as part of your punishment I want you to come back this coming Friday morning and help me clean the cemetery. Come prepared to work. We have a lot of ground to cover and a lot of stuff to haul away.” She paused. “I'll phone the school and tell them you volunteered to help clean up the cemetery that should get you out of class.”

I nodded my head again.

“It's either this, or I can phone sheriff or the chief of police and have them send somebody to pick you up.” She paused. “So what it going to be?”

I took another deep breath.
“I'll take the spanking and I'll help you clean up the cemetery.” I said, taking a deep breath. I could not believe what I was saying. But really the woman had me caught between a rock and a hard place. And so that is how this chapter of this little misadventure ends.  

Cemetery Shenanigans
Part Three: Punishment

It all happened so fast. One minute I was standing in front of this strange woman, the next moment I was being guided back down the long hallway. A few minutes later I was being ushered into what I'm going to assume was the spare bedroom she had mentioned earlier. The bedroom was about half the size of the other rooms I've seen. Just room enough for a bed, a night stand and a small closet. The walls of the room had been painted a coral pink color, and on the floor there was an oval rug, also pink in color.

Soon my eyes fell on the bed. The bed was a small bed, a child size bed. The pillows were covered with pink pillow slips and a heavy matching pink blanket was tossed on top. A stuffed doll, with red yarn for hair and blue buttons for eyes rested on top of the pillows. The air inside the room was cozy and inviting. The kind of room I would have loved to have had growing up.

“Here.” The woman said as she ushered me into the room. “You can take a nap here. It's going to be dawn soon and you've had a busy night searching among the graves. I'm sure your ready for a little nap.” She said in a teasing tone of voice. “But first we need to deal with that spanking.” She said as she gently pushed upon the wooden door. A few seconds later the door was closed.

I blinked and blinked again.

“What?” The woman said as she walked over the night stand. She reached into the drawer and a few moments later she pulled out a fearsome looking hairbrush. The hairbrush looked like an antique left over from the Victorian Era. The bristles appeared to horsehair and the brush itself seemed to be masterfully crafted from one solid piece of ebony wood.

“Nothing..” I said blushing as I peered toward the woman walking toward the edge of the bed. I felt my heart starting to race again as I watched the woman ease her bottom down upon the edge of the bed. She then set the brush to the side and then she fixed me firmly in her sight.

“Okay Heather.” She said as she made crooked her finger and motioned her to come near her. “Its time for your spanking. We've dawdled long enough.” She said in a firm, commanding tone of voice.

I felt like a naughty little girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar just moments away from dinner. Also when the strange woman called me 'Heather' it felt right. I mean sure I wanted to protest, my name was not 'Heather' after all. But it felt right, like a missing piece of my soul had at long last been gently nudged into place. A whirlwind of thoughts swirled around inside my head as I eased toward the woman.

A moment later, I felt myself being lifted off the floor and a second later I felt myself being laid across her lap. She wasted no time in reaching down and lifting the bottom part of my gown and night coat up. I could feel the warm air of the room teasing my exposed bottom cheeks. A deep, blush colored my cheeks and a moment of panic overtook me.

“All spankings take place on the bare bottom in my household.” She informed me. I could then feel rolling back the bottom of the nightgown. The mental image of her unrolling a piece of bread dough came to mind. Then nothing.

Looking back it was the silence before the attack, that brief moment of calm before a raging thunder storm. That one last deep breath before a plunge off a sheer cliff face. In short it was the calm before the storm that was soon to come smashing into my bottom. The terrible suspense came to an end a few seconds later.

Without warning, the woman brought the backside of the brush down upon my bottom. The wooden, flat surface crashed into my bottom, sending a wave of sting rolling into the bottom cheeks. A few seconds later I felt the brush striking my bottom again, and a second later, again, and a second later again. The sound of the bottom cracking into my bottom seemed to echo off the walls of the room.

I felt my toe's curl up as I felt the first wave of sting settle down over my bottom. A few brief beats of the heart later, I felt another wave of sting come rolling over my bottom, then another, and then another, and then another. Soon the sound of the wooden backside of the brush, cracking into my exposed bottom filled the air. Each stroke of the hairbrush sounded like the popping of a balloon.

Without thinking I felt my fingernails starting to dig into the covers, my breaths became deep and long. The sound of the brush crashing into my bottom started to ring into my ears, and massive waves of sting and pain almost akin to tsunami waves rolled into my bottom. I could feel tears starting to form at the edge of my eyes.

My heart skipped a few more beats, my fingers dug deeper into the covers, my knuckles turned white from the tension and my toes curled up as the brush kept kissing my bottom. The sound of wood cracking into flesh seemed to bounce off the walls of the room itself and seemed to echo loudly in my ear. Then it happened the mental barricade that was holding back the flood of tears broke down and soon, before I could catch myself, hot, salty tears were running down my cheeks.

The tears left streaks that ran from my eyes, down to the bottom of my cheeks were they then spilled over on the blanket. My bottom felt so hot, I'm sure you could have cracked a raw egg on it and the heat would have cooked it in fifteen seconds flat.

“Okay.” The woman said as she delivered the last blow. “I think you've learned your lesson.” She said. A moment later I felt her lifting the back of the nightgown back into place. A low hiss escaped my lips as I felt the soft fabric of the gown come into contact with my bottom, that was no doubt blistered and bruised from the thrashing I'd just been given.

“Oh come now.” The woman said as she gently raised me up. “I did not spank you that hard. This was just a taste of things to come.” She paused. “And by that I mean if I catch you sneaking around the graveyard again after hours, you can expect to get the paddle instead of the brush.” She paused again. “And from now on I expect you to behave like a young lady.” She scolded. “Or else you might find yourself getting the paddle instead of the brush. And if I have to, I'll send you out to cut a switch from the creek bank.”

“Yes ma'am.” Was all I could say. I mean what else could I say? The woman had just proven I was totally in her power. And to be honest I had no fight left in me. 

“Good.” She said as she lifted me from her lap. “Now,” She said as she eased me off her lap and gently placed me down upon the floor. She then slid off the bed and folded the covers down. She then patted the bed. “Come rest your weary head.”

The offer was too good to be true, and so without giving it much thought. Really my mind seemed to be on auto-pilot at the time, I climbed into the bed. And snuggled under the covers. The woman smiled and tucked the blanket under me and smiled as she leaned and planted a kiss upon my forehead.

“Good night Heather.” She whispered as she moved toward the door. A brief seconds later she flipped the switch off and gently closed the door behind her.

I wanted to say something, but before I could I felt the hand of the Sandman acting upon my eyes and as soon as my head hit the pillow I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep. I'm not sure how long I swept, but when I woke there was sun streaming through the bedroom window and the strange woman was there, standing at the foot of my bed.

“Good morning Heather.” She said smiling.

I still found it odd the woman was addressing me as 'Heather' but once more I decided to just roll with it. A shifting of my legs reminded me that last night the woman had really tanned my bottom. In a low, still half asleep tone of voice I muttered a 'Morning' under my breath.

“Still half asleep?” She teased.

“Kind of.” I said rolling out of the bed. Soon my bare feet were touching the cold, wooden floor of the guest bedroom.

“Get a bath then.” She said, taking a deep breath. “I washed your jeans and hoodie from last night. And I somehow managed to get the grass stains out of that dress you were wearing. I packed up the dress and everything in your bag, and I even charged your phone for you.”

“Thanks.” I said as I looked down on the ground.

“Go ahead and get a bath, and get changed and I'll fix you some breakfast. And remember, this coming Friday, the day before Halloween you promised to come help me clean up the graveyard. That is the second part of your punishment.” She said as she brushed past me. “And remember seven o' clock sharp.”

“I'll be there..” I muttered as I started to march toward the bathroom.

“Good, if you're a minute late though. You'll get another spanking.” She called out over her shoulder.

The warm bath work knocked the sleep from my eyes. Again, it felt strange taking a bath in a strangers bathroom, but it felt a little less strange this time around. I also noticed a slight change was taking place, my skin seemed fair than it was the night before. And it seemed to feel smoother and softer too. My nails too seemed healthier than they were the night before. My hair too, seemed a big longer and my hair a lot softer. As I looked into the bathroom mirror I noticed my face seemed softer, and a lot clearer. I'd battled since the onset of puberty with acne. And for the longest time it seemed to hold the upper hand on me. Now it seemed to be retreating.

“Weird.” I said as I took a closer look. Then I noticed something, my voice seemed softer than before. It sounded almost light, almost airy. Almost musical if I might be so bold. I shook my head, all of this seemed so strange. It made me want to hasten leaving from this strange woman's dwelling.
“Everything okay  in there Heather?” The woman called from beyond the door.

“Yes..” I lied and everything was not alright. Something was wrong here, bad wrong, but I could not put my finger on it.

After a few minutes of thinking, I decided to open the door. I kind of overlooked the fact that I was wrapped in only an oversize baby blue bath towel. Somehow it seemed right to wrap the towel around my chest even though I had nothing there to hide instead of my waist. Anyway, I opened the door and noticed my clothes from the night before had indeed been washed and dried. Shrugging my shoulders I collected the bundle of clothes and started to get dressed.

Once I was dressed, I left the bedroom and walked down the long hallway. The wind seemed to be picking up outside. Because I swear I heard it whistling through the trees. The strange woman appeared again at the end of the hallway, she was holding my bag in her hand.

“Here you go. I'm sorry, but since you slept in I can't really feed you any breakfast. And you gotta hurry, school starts in an hour.” She paused. “Also here.” She said reaching into the pocket of the apron she. A few seconds later she pulled out a folded sheet of white paper. She handed the paper toward me.

“And here is the note. I wrote a note saying that you've volunteered to help me clean up the cemetery tomorrow morning. And that all assignments and homework for that day should be sent home with you. Oh don't worry, I have the internet and a small library here in my cottage you can use to do your homework and all the missed assignments.” She said with a smile.

I blinked and blinked again and slowly I reached out and took the note. Once the note was in my hand, I slipped it back into my pocket. The woman smiled and nodded her head.

“I'll be calling the school around noon to see if they got my note. I trust you to hand the note into the office though as soon as you reach the school. If I find out that you did not hand the note in, as I told you too. Well you'll get another spanking and I'll have to find another day to help you clean the cemetery. Trust me, I have my ways of tracking wayward teenagers down.” She said smiling as she patted me on the shoulder.

“So it would be best for me, and you if you just go ahead and drop the note at the office.” She added.

“Yes ma'am.” I added as I nodded my head.

“Good. Very good.” She said as she ushered me toward the door. “Now, follow the road that runs in front of the cottage, that road will take you toward the north gate. From there it's about a mile and a half to your school. And stick to the road, it's easy to get turned around among the graves. People have become lost out there. And with it being so near Halloween, the spirits will be roaming far from their graves. Yes even in broad daylight the spirits tend to roam and in hopes of lure wayward visitors into open graves so they can switch bodies with them. And once more roam among the living.” She added as she held the door to the cottage open for me.

“Alright Heather.” She said smiling. “I'll see you this coming Friday and I hope you have a wonderful day at school.” And with that she ushered me out the door and into the cool, crisp, autumn morning. And there my adventures come to an end. But was this really the end though? 

The End.

Cemetery Shenanigans
Part Four: Epilogue

I can't recall what happened next. But I remember following the woman's instructions to the letter. As soon as I reached the school I headed to the office and gave them the note the strange woman had given me. I had expected them to ask a few questions. Instead the office secretary nodded her head and made a copy and handed me the original. I then went to my first period class. That happened  to be Earth Science. 

I can't remember what happened next. I had neither  textbooks, notebooks, paper, nor pencil with me. So I had to borrow those from my friends, all of them wanted to know how my adventure in the town's cemetery had turned out. I kind of skirted around their questions. I mean what could I tell them? At this point I felt a change starting to come over me. I started to admire the cute skirts and dresses all the girls wore, I started to admire their hair ribbons, their colorful headbands and their perfectly permed hair.

I did not want to say it out loud, but I was a bit jealous of them. I felt under dressed in my jeans and sneakers. I found myself wanting to wear a colorful woolen skirt, paired with tall, leather boots, and a warm, oversized cozy sweater. With a little bit of make-up and the right perfume I was sure I could make all the boys turn their heads. Before I could catch myself, I found myself giggling at that image.

That of course drew a few odd looks from my classmates. Anyway school went on, notes were taken, I took some tests and passed the note the strange woman gave me to all my teachers. Most of them just stared at me, before they signed the note and sent me on my way.

Lunch was boring and once more I found myself slipping into a world of daydreams. This time I daydreamed about the upcoming Halloween dance, all of the popular girls would be there. There was the rumor that the school had hired out a gunge tank for the event. I found myself wondering what guy I would like to take to the dance with me, would it be one of the guys I hung out with? I hung out with the Emo/Gothic kids. You know the kind that almost always only buy their casual clothing from places like Spencers or Hot Topic.

I mean I guess one of those guys would do. But I kind of wanted something different, I wanted a man  that loved the outdoors, who hunted, who fished, who was strong and tan. One full of life, one that did not look like a zombie or a reject from a heavy metal band that had been formed a week ago in somebody's basement. I wanted somebody that would take me out to dinner, who would take me swimming at the old swimming hole, who would treat me like a lady. Who would cuddle me on a blanket under the starry night sky. Who would take me deer hunting, fishing, and cannoning. Somebody who I could take adorable instagram worthy with. 

I felt my cheeks starting to flush as these thoughts filled my head. I was thankfully saved by the ringing of the bell. My lunch though remained untouched. That's okay, I was kind of not hungry anyways. Taking a deep breath I stood up, carried my plastic tray over to the nearby trash can, with one swift motion I knocked the soggy meatloaf and rubbery mashed potatoes into the  trash can and placed the tray in the window.

I don't remember much after lunch. More daydreaming followed though, and I once more found myself thinking about boys, make-up, and the upcoming Halloween dance. And almost felt like crying over the fact that I did not have a date or a costume picked out. And all the good costumes had been picked over at our local Spirit of Halloween and there was no way in hell I could catch a ride to the mall some forty miles away.

I also found myself anguishing over the fact that I was a boy and not a girl. And by that fact alone my choice of costumes had been cut in half. Its safe to say I spent the rest of the day in a deep, dark cloud of depression. Iron gray storm clouds seemed to hang over my head, freezing cold rain seemed to fall upon my frail shoulders. My spirit grew numb and my body seemed to grow weaker with each passing second. As I waited for the bus, I found myself cursing the joker of a God who had seemed it fit to make me a boy instead of the girl I was supposed to have been.

That dark, stormy mood seemed to linger around for the whole bus ride. When I reached home, I stormed through the door, and bolted up the wooden staircase. I rushed into my room and tossed myself down upon the bed and curled up in a little ball and then I let all the emotions out. I don't know what came over me, but I started to cry, I cried for several long minutes before at last I could bring myself to settle down.

Once I had finished my cry, I seemed refreshed a little. The feeling of anguish was still there, but it had eased up  a lot, and it seemed the dark storm clouds that had been hanging over my head all afternoon had at last been blown away. Then something odd came over me. I went downstairs and fetched a large, black garbage bag from the hot water heater room.

Bag in hand I started to go through my collection of dvd's to my shame I noticed a lot of them were anime porn dvd's I'd brought from the FYE using a fake ID. I don't know why I had to remember the part about the fake ID, but just remembering it made my skin crawl. Heck, even just looking at the DVD's made my skin crawl. My blood started to boil, this was not who I was! This was not me! Seeing red I broke the disk over my knee and tossed the remains into the trash, I then turned toward the posters that hung on my wall.

The posters showed various bands, all of them heavy metal bands with tall guys who had their faces painted white and who wore heavy black make-up. All the outfits seemed to be made of black shiny leather and studded with metal spikes. The bands had horrible sounding names like 'Devil Followers' or 'The Six, Six, Six Crew!' still boiling with rage I reached up and tore down the posters and tossed them into the trash. I followed this by tossing several CD's the two mentioned bands hand released into the trash.

It seemed I was purging myself.. I could not for the life of me explain what had taken hold of me, but I felt the need to purge myself of everything that connected me to my past life.. my former life. Then my rage seemed to pass.. and I found myself missing that room in that stranger's house, that pink room with the little girls bed and little girls decor. I felt like part of my soul was still there.

“What in the FUCK.” I yelled at the top of my lungs. “Is going on with me!” And with that said, I tossed myself down upon my bed and fell into a frightful, dreamless sleep.