Post by Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith on Oct 9, 2017 18:02:02 GMT -5
An old, run down neighborhood in the outskirts of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. You can see the sadness and the low income radiating from the families that are sitting on their porches or walking on the cracked sidewalks that line the desolate area. It looks like it has not been well maintained in years. The camera focuses in on one particular house in the middle of a cul-de-sac. The paint is peeling precariously off of the wood, speckles of red flakes lying on the wooden porch. The shutters are barely hanging on the windows by one or two nails, looking like one gust of strong wind could knock them completely off of the house.
The roof has quite a few shingles completely blown off the top of the roof, lying around the ground like pieces of discarded trash, trapped within the weeds and tall grass choking the life out of the yard. Pieces of wood from the side of the house are rotting or rotted off, infested by termites and other wood eating lifeforms. As the camera absorbs all the surroundings by him, a figure walks in front of the camera and stands there, arms to his side, his head staring straight up at the sky. The wind tussles his short, wavy hair vividly around his face as the camera moves backwards and reveals who the figure is...
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith.
Tyrone's head snaps down from looking at the sky to staring at the decrepid house, his chest heaving from breathing heavily. A small sigh escapes his lips as a car door slams behind him. Tyrone takes a cautious look as his wife, Cassie, walks up the small driveway and stands next to Tyrone, her head snapping to look at her husband with curious eyes. All Tyrone does is stare ahead at the house, his face furrowing with anger, yet sadness dwells in his eyes. Tyrone turns his head slightly and looks at Cassie, a small smile crossing his face.
"So, this is it?" Cassie asks as she stares at Tyrone, waiting to see some kind of reaction for him.
All he can do is nod his head as he slowly takes a couple of steps toward the house, his breathing getting heavier and more sporadic as he stops dead in his tracks, holding his head, as if to seem to try to get himself from falling over from hyperventilation.
"Baby? What's wrong? You're scaring me!" Cassie exclaims as she grabs his forearm and looks up at him with pleading eyes.
Tyrone sighs a small sigh as he turns and nods his head slowly, still not sure what to say or do about this current situation.
"Yes. This is it, Cass." Tyrone manages to squeak out. "This is where I grew up at, for the first 8 years of my life. This is where all of my hellish nightmares started."
Tyrone lets out a small yelp and slowly starts to walk toward the house, one step at a time, as the looming figure of his shattered past becomes larger and larger in his vision. As he approaches the porch steps he starts to take a step up the stairs, you can see a slight hesitation from Tyrone as he stops and stares at the broken, run down porch. Cassie is still clinging on to his forearm as she nudges him forward toward the house. Tyrone sighs, still a little hesitant, as he puts his left foot on the creaky step. It emits a loud creak as he shakes his head slowly, trying to get whatever is going on in his messed up head out, as the second step lets out a louder creak. After a couple more creaky steps Tyrone is on the porch with a wild look in his face.
"I Can't believe it's been 20 years since I have been here. These feelings welled up inside me. The pain and torture. It's always fresh in my mind. Like it happened just yesterday" Tyrone murmurs to no one in particular as he takes a couple of steps on the porch, the wood under his feet feeling like it is about to give out at any time. He turns to Cassie and mentions for her to follow him.
"Please be careful, Cass" Tyrone explains. "The wood is old. I can feel it crumbling under my feet." Cassie slowly follows behind her shaking husband as they finally reach the door to enter the broken down house. Tyrone turns the door knob and the door slowly swings open with a small creak. A couple of steps and they are finally inside the old house. The first room they are in looks like a small living room, complete with a couple of old, musty recliners, a broken looking entertainment center with a small TV on it. Tyrone sighs and walks over to a corner and stares at an old board that is hanging on the wall. Albeit a little faint, you can still see that there is some stuff written on the board. Tyrone smiles as he stares at it, squinting to make out the faded writing that is on the board.
"Wow. I vaguely remember this board. It was what we called a measuring board. Me, Carlos and Tommy would measure to see how tall we were and see who was the tallest after a specific amount of time" Tyrone laughs as he looks at some of the faded measurements. There are a few marks that are barely made out that says Carlos, age 4 years 3 months, Tyrone, age 3 years 2 months and Tommy 2 years 1 months. And yet, ironically, the tallest person at that point in time was Tyrone. The Crazy One gets up from the board and takes a look around and slowly walks into the kitchen. Everything is as he remembers it, only a little more run down. The fridge, table, even the dishes are the same as he remembers from 20 years ago.
"This is insane, Cass." Tyrone exclaims. "Nothing has changed in twenty years. All the dishes, everything single aspect of the kitchen is the same. I wonder..." Tyrone walks over close to the oven and moves it slowly out of the way, taking a close look at a very faint red stain on the wall. Cassie leans over behind him and takes a close look herself.
"What is that? Ketchup?" Cassie questioningly asks as Tyrone shakes his head slowly and solemnly.
"No. It's blood. My biological father was an abusive drunk. He hit my mom so hard one time that she hit the corner of the oven, causing some blood to splatter on the wall and on the floor." Tyrone explains as he gets up from the floor and looks down the hallway. A cold, eerie shiver runs down the Crazy One's spine as he points down the dark hallway.
"Down there. Where the cause of my pain and agony all started." Tyrone mutters solemnly as he slowly starts to head down the dark hallway. He finds a light switch and flicks it on, the lightbulb hanging precariously, flickering on and off, like it is about to explode. Tyrone slowly walks up to the second door on the left, as he sighs and gulps loudly, his breathing becoming heavy and erratic again. He holds his head as all his thoughts come flooding in his head all at once.
Are you sure you want to do this? Do you really want to approach all the source of your pain and torment? You can just walk away right now and forget all of this, and move on with your miserable existence you call a life.
Tyrone lets out a roar and shakes his head furiously, his face turning bright red, his knuckles on his fists turning bright white. He lets out another roar and grabs the doorknob to the old door and throws it open, all the memories and flashbacks popping in his head at once...
He is staring at his old bedroom.
TO BE CONTINUED.
The roof has quite a few shingles completely blown off the top of the roof, lying around the ground like pieces of discarded trash, trapped within the weeds and tall grass choking the life out of the yard. Pieces of wood from the side of the house are rotting or rotted off, infested by termites and other wood eating lifeforms. As the camera absorbs all the surroundings by him, a figure walks in front of the camera and stands there, arms to his side, his head staring straight up at the sky. The wind tussles his short, wavy hair vividly around his face as the camera moves backwards and reveals who the figure is...
Tyrone "Crazy Boy" Smith.
Tyrone's head snaps down from looking at the sky to staring at the decrepid house, his chest heaving from breathing heavily. A small sigh escapes his lips as a car door slams behind him. Tyrone takes a cautious look as his wife, Cassie, walks up the small driveway and stands next to Tyrone, her head snapping to look at her husband with curious eyes. All Tyrone does is stare ahead at the house, his face furrowing with anger, yet sadness dwells in his eyes. Tyrone turns his head slightly and looks at Cassie, a small smile crossing his face.
"So, this is it?" Cassie asks as she stares at Tyrone, waiting to see some kind of reaction for him.
All he can do is nod his head as he slowly takes a couple of steps toward the house, his breathing getting heavier and more sporadic as he stops dead in his tracks, holding his head, as if to seem to try to get himself from falling over from hyperventilation.
"Baby? What's wrong? You're scaring me!" Cassie exclaims as she grabs his forearm and looks up at him with pleading eyes.
Tyrone sighs a small sigh as he turns and nods his head slowly, still not sure what to say or do about this current situation.
"Yes. This is it, Cass." Tyrone manages to squeak out. "This is where I grew up at, for the first 8 years of my life. This is where all of my hellish nightmares started."
Tyrone lets out a small yelp and slowly starts to walk toward the house, one step at a time, as the looming figure of his shattered past becomes larger and larger in his vision. As he approaches the porch steps he starts to take a step up the stairs, you can see a slight hesitation from Tyrone as he stops and stares at the broken, run down porch. Cassie is still clinging on to his forearm as she nudges him forward toward the house. Tyrone sighs, still a little hesitant, as he puts his left foot on the creaky step. It emits a loud creak as he shakes his head slowly, trying to get whatever is going on in his messed up head out, as the second step lets out a louder creak. After a couple more creaky steps Tyrone is on the porch with a wild look in his face.
"I Can't believe it's been 20 years since I have been here. These feelings welled up inside me. The pain and torture. It's always fresh in my mind. Like it happened just yesterday" Tyrone murmurs to no one in particular as he takes a couple of steps on the porch, the wood under his feet feeling like it is about to give out at any time. He turns to Cassie and mentions for her to follow him.
"Please be careful, Cass" Tyrone explains. "The wood is old. I can feel it crumbling under my feet." Cassie slowly follows behind her shaking husband as they finally reach the door to enter the broken down house. Tyrone turns the door knob and the door slowly swings open with a small creak. A couple of steps and they are finally inside the old house. The first room they are in looks like a small living room, complete with a couple of old, musty recliners, a broken looking entertainment center with a small TV on it. Tyrone sighs and walks over to a corner and stares at an old board that is hanging on the wall. Albeit a little faint, you can still see that there is some stuff written on the board. Tyrone smiles as he stares at it, squinting to make out the faded writing that is on the board.
"Wow. I vaguely remember this board. It was what we called a measuring board. Me, Carlos and Tommy would measure to see how tall we were and see who was the tallest after a specific amount of time" Tyrone laughs as he looks at some of the faded measurements. There are a few marks that are barely made out that says Carlos, age 4 years 3 months, Tyrone, age 3 years 2 months and Tommy 2 years 1 months. And yet, ironically, the tallest person at that point in time was Tyrone. The Crazy One gets up from the board and takes a look around and slowly walks into the kitchen. Everything is as he remembers it, only a little more run down. The fridge, table, even the dishes are the same as he remembers from 20 years ago.
"This is insane, Cass." Tyrone exclaims. "Nothing has changed in twenty years. All the dishes, everything single aspect of the kitchen is the same. I wonder..." Tyrone walks over close to the oven and moves it slowly out of the way, taking a close look at a very faint red stain on the wall. Cassie leans over behind him and takes a close look herself.
"What is that? Ketchup?" Cassie questioningly asks as Tyrone shakes his head slowly and solemnly.
"No. It's blood. My biological father was an abusive drunk. He hit my mom so hard one time that she hit the corner of the oven, causing some blood to splatter on the wall and on the floor." Tyrone explains as he gets up from the floor and looks down the hallway. A cold, eerie shiver runs down the Crazy One's spine as he points down the dark hallway.
"Down there. Where the cause of my pain and agony all started." Tyrone mutters solemnly as he slowly starts to head down the dark hallway. He finds a light switch and flicks it on, the lightbulb hanging precariously, flickering on and off, like it is about to explode. Tyrone slowly walks up to the second door on the left, as he sighs and gulps loudly, his breathing becoming heavy and erratic again. He holds his head as all his thoughts come flooding in his head all at once.
Are you sure you want to do this? Do you really want to approach all the source of your pain and torment? You can just walk away right now and forget all of this, and move on with your miserable existence you call a life.
Tyrone lets out a roar and shakes his head furiously, his face turning bright red, his knuckles on his fists turning bright white. He lets out another roar and grabs the doorknob to the old door and throws it open, all the memories and flashbacks popping in his head at once...
He is staring at his old bedroom.
TO BE CONTINUED.
