The one day that I was going to blast my brother about his extra marital affair was when I got a letter from lakpa  Shera who seemed so upset that she couldn't right properly.  

Moon,

I am writing because I believe your brother is cheating on me.   I just know from the heart of my heart that I am doing this because I got a letter the other month from a woman claiming to be his girlfriend.  I can't anymore......

Lakpa

That was when I lost it with my brother.  "I just go this from you, wife."

I handed him the letter.  And he snatched the letter from my hand.   "This bitch keeps stalking me."

"She is not fucking stalking you," I said raising my voice.  "She is your wife. God damn it."

"I am not going to stop," he said under his breath.  "You hear me."

I don't know why I was living with him at all.  He was loud and foul mouth as well as rude.  I could not handle the drama again.   "Shit, just read the letter."

He went and tore up the letter and spat on the ground.  This man, my brother, was just a piece of work.  He was starting to get on my nerves.  That was when i hit him by punching him in the mouth.

"What did you do that for," he asked in pain and shocked too.  

"Because you are shit head," I yelled angrily.   "Becsuse you are a psychopath who doesn't give a shit."

"I just do care about lakpa,"  mitch said.    "She was the stalker from hell because I had a one night stand with her."

"Really," I was shocked at what I just learned. 

"Really," he said grimly.

"Damn it," I said.   "You should have told me that fucking fact."

"There was nothing between lakpa and I," he said.  "And she calmed that her child were mine too."

"Honestly," he said.  "Just listen to me  for once."

"Ok."

"Sounds good!"

That was when he cleaned up his mess and started to mummble to himself.   I didn't know that he was starting to deal  with the fact that he had a stalker  thousands of miles away.   I just started to respect him.....just starting to respect would be the words.

I still could not stand my brother, and I was just getting along with him since our parents died.   That being said, my parents were good people.  But I could not continue to live like that for my own sanity.  He was driving me insane.

I could not stand this any longer.  Of all my life, I could not deal with this man drama again.  I got on my phone and started to talk to my sister Sarah. 

Sorry to be a pain in the ass but can i stay with you?

I went back to my room. I started to relax a little. That was what I could do for now.

Ding

Ding

Ding

Ding

I'm sorry, I just got on the phone*

*If you want, go ahead.  He is driving you insane.*

*I can't stand him eater*

*either**

Thank you

Soon, I started to gather my stuff and cleaned out my room, and waited for Sarah to get me. 

Sarah was a bartender at the bar that i was having lunch with jasminah with that other day. It was called the watering hole, which also had good French onion soup.    I usually get a discount there.

Once I saw her coming into the parking lot, i stood up, got my stuff, and got in the car!

When I arrived at her apartment, I was given my room, and i was told to decorate it  and to make myself comfortable.  So this was my new home?

I had to ask her if she would be able to understand why our brother was acting the way he did.

"No," she said.  "I don't....some people like you know from your job are just assholes."

"True," i said.  "But he called an innocent woman a stalker."

That was when everything  clicked with all the facts.  Even though I could not understand all of it.

He did not want to take responsibility for the children he created with lakpa.   But at this point, I could care less about his existence. That was my brother.  As I started to read my book, I found that it wasn't as east as that, reading a book.   My sister had the volume on the music up to impossible levels.  I know she loved music, but this was crazy. 

I put the book down and started to write a story, but i never really got into writing before, except for the poem I wrote about high school "killing" me. As I started to write, I did not know where to start.  

Looked at writing app. And started to download wattpad.  It was a fun writing app that was like Facebook but for writing books.  

I was starting to write about a fictional story about my time in high school.  That being said, I included the poem I wrote high school.

I was going to the high computer literacy class

A class that I despise

A class that I dread

I go and sit but .....

It was the last time I sit for all of eternity

As I sit  out taking a breath

I don't feel my heart beat

I was sitting lifeless  in my chair

Some of the students noticed that I was not doing

Anything

The teacher was calling 911 as he noticed that I was not breathing as I just sit there limp

It feels like I was locked in my dead body, my soul that was!

I cannot enter the spirit world and as I try to enter. The realm

I am just at the borderlands

I wish I could move but I could not

Soon they realized what I already know

That I was dead and in limbo!  As they realized this they call

The medical examiner instead

Because I ain't breathing

Then I was taking to the morgue

As the drive I scream

"It's the fucking classes that caused my death

The fucking stress and boredom

The fact that I was deciding to break free!"

But what the does the driver say nothing  as I try to be heard!

I am processed and borough in for autopsy

The medical examiner said this ....

"Who do we have here today!"

She looks at my papers and said my full name

Elena Melanson

Before she could get the scalpel I tell physically make sounds

Telling her he exact cause of death

"It was that fucking computer lit class

That killed me, it borded and

Stressed me to death!" 

She finds this remarkable that I would be able to talk with

My own voice

Then for the last time my soul hits the boarder lands

And goes right to the spirit world

And that was when my body went limp for the last time

Had I found peace?

I am from dearh's cold grip and I find that I am

In a perpetual summer with

Wild followers all over the place

It seems peaceful and I go to the light

I am at peace!"

That was when I decided to write my character profiles

Crystal was a 16 year old female who was not enjoying high school for two reasons: one, the class line up, two bullies, and three paranormal events going on in her life.  She is a writer and a artist.

Lilly was a 14 year  old female who is not that interested in most things that teenage life had to offer.  She is gifted  and a goth.

That was all I could think of at that time.

Like I said, I only wrote in high school as I wrote for mental health.  As I struggled to write, I couldn't go an further.  That was it I just wrote that poem as a way to reach out to people about the struggles I had in life. 

One thing I struggled with was post traumatic stress disorder, depression and dark thoughts.  I have been fighting that since age 16, and I started to also read for the hell of it as I could not cope without reading.    This is funny to mention as i have a love and thrust of reading and learning.  There was a time when I decided to make the collassal trip to the bookstore after getting my allowance.  I had no other choice as i couldn't walk to the library without getting a drive.  It was all the way across town. I wanted to try to write about something.  But I did not know what.  so I wrote another poem.

As I was walking out of my place, if employment

I saw what looked

Like a coyote

Shape shift

To a wolf

and then from wolf to

Human to crow

In the dead of night

As I see this

My breath is taken away

As if the wind was knocked out if

Me

This started to make me wonder about the disappearances and what was going on in the town and ultimately the country with the lawn gnomes.

I could not help out feel that something or someone was behind  this fucked up situation.

I personally hate days off as I get bored easily, and I am pretty sure I have ADD /ADHD.  I need to be doing something  at all times. And this was annoying.

I never had been medicated for the add/adhd as my parents didn't believe in drugging a kid just to go to school.   I was eleven when I was diagnosed with the ADD/ADHD.  I remember that correctly as i had a bitch of a time with school and with home work.   It also does not help to drink your moms coffee before a doctors appointment.  That, that is the kiss of death.

That was during the summer of 2000 when I was found to have add/adhd.  I really, coffee or not, I did not care for school.  Try being a kid with ptsd on the Catholic school system.  It is frustrating enough to feel like you're in prison.

As I went to high school, I opted with the public school system.  It was less frustrating. 

As I lay reminding myself about this I started to hear the news in the background.  Shit that was just great as I did not like the news.  Soon I started  to hear about another disappearance.  I look out my bedroom and see no gore, no disturbing content.  It was better than the actual news that my brother watched.

"Is that another disappearance," I said, getting ready for dinner.

"Yes, it is," Sarah said.   "I am getting tired of this."

"You picked the better news station where my brother probably get his from BestGore.  That was a site that i rather not even think exists.  But people are assholes for the sake of being assholes.

That being said, it was like saying  that everest was there  just for climbing.  It was that stupid.   The "because it's there ," excuse is just that an excuse.

As I started to  relax after the new story, which was just that I started to talk about the subterranean gnomes.  I even showed her my Facebook post.

"I think they are responsible for the killings," I said.

"If I did not see the picture," she told me.  "I'd say you were nuts."

"So you believe me,"  I asked.

"Yes, I hear little voices whenever I walk the dog."

She had a dog that she takes care of for that time.  It was not just the dog that was hearing things it was her too.  They sounded like squeaky voices, according to her.   It was frightening  to know that this was going on.

"Who is responsible for this shit show," I asked.

"Well they have to be conjured to life," Sarah said.   She had an encyclopedic knowledge of this stuff.  "And they have to conjured up by someone with hate in their heart."

"Really,"  I wouldn't know about this stuff. "Well, I have to go to bed soon."

"Ok," she said.

When I got up to go to the washroom, I read funny voices that were disturbing. They sounded like people on helium but more demonic. I could not believe that I was hearing this.

At first, I thought it was a prank. This would be a world-class prank as this was annoying. I look around the apartment, and I see that there are little people around, but they are dressed funny. I turn on the light, and they disappear into thin air.

I could still hear the voices of the gnomes. It had to be the gnomes as they sounded exactly like that in their "home!"

It was frustrating to hear the voices and think it was something more paranormal than a fucking prank.

I was going to have to go back to bed soon. Tomorrow was a long day at work. That being said, I needed to get some sleep.

But I could not sleep with the voices talking to me. Soon, I started to question my sanity and will continue to do so. This was frightening to see the gnomes come face to face with me. I saw that there was a gnome named Winklebuttom that was starting to talk to me.

"We will take over the fucking planet!" He said trying to induce fear.

That was when I thought he would be just a short prankster. But I couldn't see any helium balloons that were there. I blink, and soon Winklebuttom was gone. Though I did not hear the voices, I still thought that they were in my head it just had to be.

I start to toss and turn, and the thought about this. It was starting to bugging me about this whole gnomes infestation that was going to happen in the world. I could not stand the fact that we were going to go he way of the dinosaurs. It was downright frightening.

Tossing and turning

Tossing and turning

Tossing and turning

That was what I was doing until the sun broke the darkness and uncertainty that came with the night. The next morning, I was dead on my feet and I could not control my emotions. This was something that I did when I didn't sleep.