Douglas Ramsey's Diary [18/18]

by Benway

Warning: This story is not very nice, but then the 
world isn't very nice either. If want escape, read 
elsewhere. This story is not intended for children
of any age.

Some characters in this story belong to Marvel. 
Everything else belongs to me.

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August 11/89

We are moving to a new town called Salem Centre,
where Dad has a new job as a lawyer at this private 
school. I couldn't go back to my old school again. 
I had forgotten everything since Mom got sick, but 
then, when I was helping Mom with the shopping last 
week, I heard a mother say the words "shut up you 
little bugger" to her kid and I remembered Glenn 
and Dave and almost lost it. When we got home, I 
tried to remember where I saw the diary, and found 
it in the garbage outside. I read it, and I 
couldn't believe what had happened to me. Someone 
doesn't want me to remember, and I don't know why. 
It has to do with the dreams. Last night, I dreamed 
that I was standing by a stream next to a knight in 
gold and black armour. The knight pointed to a 
castle that was on a rock floating in the air above 
the ground. He asked me if I would help him save 
the world from an evil demon by helping him take 
the castle. I said that I would, but I really 
didn't feel it was all my choice. The knight took a 
dirty, torn cloak from my shoulders and threw it 
into the air, where it burned away to nothing. This 
is your past he said, and suddenly I was wearing 
the same golden and black armour as the night. Now 
onward, he told me, into the future. Somewhere down 
inside, I could See that this wasn't my choice but 
I don't know why. I am mailing this dairy (locked 
of course) to you in the hope that if anything bad 
happens to me, someone can find out why. If I do 
not get it away from me now, I think that I will 
destroy it. But somehow, it won't be my choice.

Douglas Winfield Ramsey, August 11, 1989

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