Garret: A Fictional Narrative

The window blinds were torn, the couch, stained red as if it was a slaughterhouse, the basement door had been ripped off the hinges. “What had happened, what kind of inhumane person did this” Garret wondered? Garret walked down the creaky stairs, with every step the stairs whinnied like a horse, his head grew more unstable, like a sinkhole expanding, sending all the buildings within its impregnable reach into a dark and scary abyss, never to be seen again, forgotten. When he reached the end of the stairs, he dropped, at the sight of his two parents dead, right on the ground helpless, lifeless, the 2 people that cared about him dead. The emotions swelled his brain, discomfort, and unstoppable anguish and rage, hopelessness, he needed to do this
not for anyone else, but for himself, he must bask in the joy of the persecution or death of the man who did this. Now one year later Garrett sat in his bed, he was a beast in a cage, he had a desire to find this horrible man who had done this, but he was forced to go to school, he was never social, and the death of his parents, wasn’t particularly benevolent to this cause. School was a whole different monster in and of itself and his personality lead him to sit in the library till the school closed every day. His life was methodical, the same meals every day, the same classes, the same curfew, yet one day there was slight offset, his orphanage officer changed, the odd man tried to get him to eat out, he refused, infuriated by the man’s disrespect for his uniform life. However later that day while Garrett was in the library, scrolling through the shelves looking for books, a book fell, the graphic on the front cover interested Garrett, he opened the book, entangled in the story, he kept reading to page 27, there he found a note. The note was written in red ink, he read the first line, which engendered him to look behind him. As he turned around, he saw the new orphanage officer, holding a knife, with a smile on his face, as if he enjoyed this.
The man ran toward Garrett, shouting a chant that was inaudible. Garrett eluded the man, and ran, Garrett knew he would be killed if he stopped, he mustered every bit of endurance he had, they had been running for a mere minutes when Garrett spotted a woods. Garrett thought he could demoralize the man by going in the woods, he was mistaken, the man followed determined to kill him. As Garrett ran aimlessly in the woods, he was so focused on running away, he tripped, there was a small branch concealed in under the leaves. Garrett was a sitting duck, waiting to be killed, he had been cut multiple times by branches, he was fatigued, even if he ran, he wouldn't be able to outrun the man for much longer, it was like the adrenaline coursing through his veins, that had precipitated this increase in physical ability, had lost its potency, it was a temporary solution. Garrett saw the man, now walking towards him, his knife glowed in his hand, it was perhaps the only focus other than the man’s satanic smile.The concept of Death and stoicism became all too imminent and menacing, there were no re-spawns like in his games, this was
death. Garrett’s brain came to the conclusion that, “special problems have special solutions.” His brain mustered a solution, all his knowledge processed by his brain, calculating the best spot of attack. He saw the branch he had tripped on. In the moment it was an angel, giving him a sense of salvation. As the man grew close to Garrett, Garrett lunged for the branch, with all his remaining energy, he grabbed the branch, the Man’s satanic smile left his face, he looked angry, yet Garrett waited, watching his opponent, the man charged at him, and with the years of suffering, pain, crying, he stuck the branch point in the man heart. Blood spewed, the luscious red color of blood was indicative of the mental instability and fury. Garrett realized now, the man wanting him to eat out, the note being on page 27, he lived at 27 Mulberry street, but why would he want to kill his family?