JOURNAL ENTRY: THE BARECHESTED TWO FISTED BOY RETURNS 2026

 

I remember now at 10:21 pm that as I looked at Rose that boy, without his shirt, walked back in and still had his hands clutched in fists.  His right fist was bloody, and his left fist was full of long strands of black hair.  His eyes were angry and mission oriented and he approached the girl’s body that sat in that alcove and said a few things under his breath and then clenched both his fists and torqued his body as he screamed, “bitch” with such intensity that it seemed like he had lifted his feet off the ground and then lurched his upper torso forward in a manner that to me at that time was like a spitting cobra.  Then he was shaking like a convulsion, and it took me a frame or two of absorption to follow his antics through to completion and he had worked his belt and pants free and was now urinating on her corpse.  He stood outside the alcove in the beginning when his stream was strong and then closed that gap of distance as his stream weakened.  It was at this moment when men pushed passed us and as they walked in front of me and came into frame, I could see that they were law enforcement.  Their uniforms where blue and the first man was huge maybe 6-foot 6-inches and he had black hair and a full face of whiskers to go with his black mustache.  Other men came behind him and a few of these officers wore the brown uniforms that resembled the Irving police.  This young man with the clenched fists was small compared to these officer’s and they had him cuffed and on his way out of the door quickly.  My head fell into the shoulder of Rose, and I cried while she wrapped an arm around my head.  I was sobbing and shaking as some of these law enforcement officers stood around the body and then began to order us outside.  We all shuffled out the door, and I fainted and woke up later inside the school at the nursing station and had no idea as to what had occurred.  Many students occupied that area.  I woke to a wave of crying and girls hugging one another while they wailed.  I didn’t understand any of this and even though my legs were shaky I worked my way out of that high school and eventually made it to my truck.  I threw up in bathrooms while I was making my escape and then heaved what contents I had left once, I made it outside.  My brain concluded that I must be ill and that was why I had gone to the nurse and that all those girls had become ill like I had and had not dealt with it very well.