The Wish

The day started like any other day, sun blinding me as I opened my eyes, the barely audible moan as I turned, forcing my stiffened body to move. I stretched, took a shower, brushed my teeth, and ran downstairs, grabbed a bagel and coffee and rushed out the door. I decided to sneak in a cigarette while I waited for the bus, Marlboro menthols, god I loved those things. For no reason at all I suddenly felt as if reality itself shifted, now I felt as if I was in someone’s snow globe. I felt uneasy, I finished my cigarette and quickly lit another one, feeling as if I was having to force it to burn quick enough for me.
Finally the squeaky, groaning bus made it's way around the corner, the brakes screeching in pain while they were forces to stop the massive beast. When the doors opened a putrid breeze attacked my face, I never noticed it before. I took a deep breath and stepped onto the bus. The bus seemed more of a shit fest on wheels than usual. I really just wanted to get to school, meet my friends, an get through this day.

Like everything else so far today, the ride to school was excruciatingly long, and there was also this really annoying clanking sound from the back of the bus that had never been there before, it sounded almost like a voice crying out each time it would hit something. The annoyance finally hit fever pitch and I shouted, “can you please do something about that goddamn noise!”

No one reacted, not even a flinch when I shouted. They were like zombies, I noticed they was not blinking or even breathing. I grabbed my bag and ran off the bus, right into my chemistry class. “What the actual fuck?” I wondered, dazed and confused. My mind was taking a royal fucking and I didn’t know why. My teacher, Mr. Harper, called to me, “Would you care to join us Mr. Jackson, or continue to entertain us with your newest Gothic drama?”

My mind was still struggling to wrap itself around this reality. Did I time travel? Enter a parallel world? “Mr. Jackson, take a seat please,” I walked back to my seat mumbling under my breath, “ I wish you would just do us all a favor and die.”
Apparently his hearing is better than his attention to style, “Wait outside the class Mr. Jackson, I will be out shortly to escort you to the office.” Pissed off I reluctantly exited the class, standing outside the room I could hear him shuffling around, “Now class. Today we will learn what effect a speeding bullet has on the human brain.

I opened the door slightly, I was curious how boring this lesson would be. Then I thought, “What a weird thing to teach.” What I saw was unbelievable, Mr. Harper pulled a gun from his desk, put it to his head and pulled the trigger. Burning flesh flooded the air, a quarter of the classroom was covered in his brains. “Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!” I repeated over and over as I ran through the eerily empty school.

I ran all the way back home. It was already dark when I made it home, yet another strange lapse in time I couldn’t comprehend. What was going on with me and why the fuck did that teacher shoot himself, hell I couldn’t remember the teachers' name. My parents began yelling for me, they unleashed a barrage of questions on me, but they kept asking again and again why I shot my teacher. I swore I had done nothing like that, I couldn’t bring myself to kill anyone.

They would not stop with the questions until I yelled, “I wish you would just fucking die!” They turned and left the room, leaving me alone. I tried sorting it out, I searched the internet and any books I could get. After what seemed like hours had passed I went downstairs for some water, that’s when I saw my dad laid back in his chair, scotch in one hand and blood flowing from his freshly cut throat. In a panicked fear I raced to the kitchen where I found my mom. She was sitting in a chair at the table, bent over laying in a pool of her own blood. I could see her throat had been cut also.

Franticly I fell to the floor, back against the wall wondering what the fuck was happening. “Goddamnit! What is going on!” I cried out. That’s when I heard an omniscient voice, it came from everywhere but nowhere, “Was these not your wishes?”
“Yes, but I didn’t mean them. I was just angry.” The voice spoke again, “You asked, I give you the strength to do what you needed to.”

Tears began to fall down my face, “are you saying I done this. I killed my teacher and my parents?” I took a deep breath, “Oh my god, I fucking did this. I wish I could go to hell, if it would bring them back and let me do it all over again.”
I felt my hand begin to rise, I was holding the gun. It's then I realized the quickest way to hell was suicide. I gladly put the barrel against my head and fired.

I woke the next morning , sun blinding my eyes, moaning as I tried to turn my stiff body. I showered, brushed my teeth, ran downstairs and grabbed a bagel as I rushed out the door. I lit a cigarette while I waited on the bus. It finally came around the corner aching and moaning. This feels strange, I looked at my phone, the date and time said it was yesterday, again. Reality seemed to suddenly shift. “Oh fuck!”