They used to make fun of him. Said he was always afraid. He would flinch if you stomped your foot or waved your hand in his face.
He steered clear of crowds in the hallways. Always alone.
Some said he was abused by his parents. Others believed it was because of a girl. A broken heart. Some internal embarrassment.
As time passed, he couldn’t escape it. The taunting. The name-calling. The notes he found in his locker telling him he might as well just kill himself.
He was beaten in the gym’s locker room. Repeatedly thrown to the floor by a grab of his hair.
But he never fought back. Never spoke a word in protest.
But the day the knife came out, something changed. A glaze covered his eyes. Peering into the distance. Like he was in a trance.
Being held from behind, the shiny blade pressed against his throat.
He didn’t flinch. He didn’t bat an eye. He scarcely breathed.
“So what is it then,” he asked? “Scared of your own shadow.”
It was a hunting knife. Called a “skinner.”
Bone handle, slightly curved blade, guthook at the tip. The heel and choil were serrated. The guard in a decorative “S” shape. The pommel had a lanyard hole, where a short leather lace was attached. It had dressed down many a deer for its wielder’s age.
A small crowd had gathered. Waiting.
“You afraid of knives, then? Afraid of me?”
It happened so fast that no one could exactly describe it. Somehow, he had pushed the arm holding the knife up and out, and then down and inward. A deep thrust through fascia, tendon and bone. Left center chest. Then an “L” shape cut with surgical precision. A flap of tissue pealed back. A grasp and a pull.
Before his assailant’s body could drop, he had handed him back his still beating heart.
“I’m not afraid of you!” he yelled. Now facing the horrified crowd. “Not afraid of any of you!” “Or what you might think and say and do.”
“I’m afraid of myself. What I might do. And you should be too.”
So today I took a stab at Victoria Ray’s writing challenge – Fear the Fear. Yes, I know, bad pun. 🙂
The Rules Are:
- Choose a fear from the list: HERE
- Pick the title of any movie, OR book OR song (non obligatory).
- Write the post/or real story, based on the chosen fear and the title of the book (or movie or song) in any literary style.
- Pingback to Victoria Ray’s Post (not to the page!) F/K/A Raynotbradbury.
- Spread the word around, if you like – up to 3 – 5 blogs. Have fun! Be creative.
So I chose the fear Autophobia, which is the fear of being alone or the fear of oneself. And I chose the song title, you guessed it, “Cut Out My Heart” by the band White Town. If I’d started off by telling you my choices I would have given the whole story away. I’m not a big fan of the song, and truth be told, I chose the phobia, wrote the story in my head, and then found the song that fit 🙂
I won’t nominate specific blogs for the challenge, but invite all my blogging friends to give this one, or any other writing challenge, a try. It’s a good way to stretch your writing skills.
I don’t know that I’ll routinely write works of fiction, but it is fun to explore. And I didn’t pull this theme solely from my fantasy mind. When I was in high school, there was this guy, I’m not sure I should call him a friend, but he would frequently come up to me from behind and hold this gigantic hunting knife to my throat. He told me, while laughing, that I as the only person he could do this to, because he knew I’d remain calm and not move – if you moved, you’d get cut.
I had also been thrown to the floor by someone grabbing my ponytail. You see, my brother and myself were the first guys to grow their hair long in this redneck town and we were frequently harassed, thrown out of businesses, illegally search by police, had bugs put in the food we ordered at restaurants, etc., etc., etc. . . .
Ah, such a pleasant memories – LOL !
I hope you’re all having a wonderful, and blade-free, Friday 🙂
Photo: I found this image on the Internet in the public domain. It tracked back to the website for Fort Henry Custom Knives. I as unable to find an image of a knife with all of the features I described, but this one had a nice bone handle and that “S” shaped guard 🙂