Patrick

Patrick

By Aamir Latif

Mother died today, or maybe yesterday. I don’t know. I can’t remember the last time I spoke with her or any of my family members for that matter.

I heard someone talk about their family today in the playground. Any other person in my position would probably have been offended - but not me. I am not like the other children in my school.

I feel alone in this world -a s if I’m not meant to be here. It’s awfully cold here too and boring - no one to talk to and nothing to talk about really. I visited my father earlier on today at the graveyard. He has been very sad lately his daughter died a few weeks ago.

2 days later…

My name is Patrick and today we are going on a trip to a castle. It sounds like great fun and all of my friends are going too. Hopefully I’ll get to find out some information on this castle - I am quite fond of them.

We arrived at the castle about an hour ago and it was raining - absolutely chucking it down. Luckily I bought my Wellingtons with me. Oh yes, my favourite part - cross the drawbridge - this is going to be so good - nothing can stop me now...oh yeah!

”What! We have to go home because of the rain! That is so unfair!”
”I am sorry but we have to cancel the trip. It is far too muddy and it looks like the weather is going to get worse”
”But...but...the drawbridge…”I stammered.
”We will have to organise it another time. I am sorry” Teach cut in, before I had a chance to finish my sentence off.

That’s it. There is no way I am leaving today unless I get to cross that drawbridge.
I am going to run there and back - and if the teacher does not like it he can go stuff himself!

”Where do you think you are going sonny?”
“Oh man, busted in two seconds. Sir, I just want to go across the drawbridge - its what I’ve always wanted to do. Come on sir, please”
” Sorry I can’t let you do that - we have to go now!”

Great! The one thing I was looking forward to gets taken from my grasp - again. Oh well, I might as well just give in and sit in the coach.

The driver must have been drunk – the coach kept bouncing every ten seconds and there were no speed bumps or any shit like that. Oops I said a bad word – if my father heard that he would have slapped me across the room - or in this case the coach.

What the hell is this drunken bastard doing (I really have to stop swearing – I’m only seven!)
The bus hit a car - at full speed. The car was absolutely demolished. The bus rolled to its side as another car smashed into the side.
I cursed...but it wouldn’t be the last time.

Fifteen years later…

I am now currently 22 - and I can do what ever the hell I feel like doing. So if I want to kill the mayor I’ll frigging do so. However, I still have some morals i.e. no killing children. They deserve to live - my youth was crap - no one else should have to grow up with the same shit as I did.

Which brings me on to something I achieved when I hit 18-adult independence!
No more crappy rules like: no telling lies and: if you have nothing nice to say - don’t say anything. Ha dad - I am doing everything you told me not to. How do you like that bitch!

Well I guess it is time for Patrick to go tell the world what he is made of – it is time for Patrick to get his own back. The first guy that is going down is teach – he is going to pay… dearly.

I picked up some tools to help with the job - you know like the knife and screwdriver – teach was going to pay.

I got to teacher’s house within half an hour. Time to meet the reaper old guy. I knocked on his door – I was going for the frontal approach, man to man and all that crap. I figured, since he did use to teach me I should let him see me one last time before I kick his ass - it was the least I could do.... but I could do so much more.

The door opened, Teacher’s face popped out of the corner – bang my fist went straight in to his nose. Blood spewed out. Lots. Several streaks ran down his face. His hands cupped his nose

After all these years, all those shit history lessons and form times – payback was due and delivered with added interest.

I was in a hurry – and left teach with some dignity – his balls were left unharmed. But like I said, I was in a hurry. Places to go, people to kick the shit out of. Normal people would call me insane...but I’m the only one sane

You might have noticed that my attitude has changed, somewhat. Seeing each member of your family die in front of your eyes kind of’ does that to you.

The next on my list was my mothers’ family – did they help me when I was by myself? When my parents had died and I lost contact with everyone. Did they!
Hell No! Those bastards will pay - they will suffer as much as I had to suffer.

Mums’ family were quite rich – they lived in a three-storey mansion.

I decided to go for a much subtler approach this time: In other words, through the opened window.

I killed the first person I saw. It was a maid – and a fat one at that. Although she wasn’t on my list, I thought: ' might as well'

The next person to die was mum’s dad. The smelly git. He spent his money on smokes, and he smoked like a goddamn chimney, all day. I cut his neck in one go – his fag remained in his mouth as his body dropped to the floor.

The blood from his sliced neck oozed out onto the carpet - I didn’t have much time to notice whether or not he was still alive - I really didn’t care. Instead, I picked up the cigarette from his mouth and set Old grand pop alight. You greedy shit, you’ll burn all the way to hell!

Grandma entered the room, she was as daft as a bat and I knocked her down easily. Stabbing her to death on my way. The blood splattered over my face - I didn’t care. The pain I caused her was nothing to what I had experience for half of my life. Nothing.

Old grand pop was still burning. I could smell him from upstairs. I went up to their attic – maybe there was some expensive shit I could sell on e-bay - or if it was actually any good I could keep it. But my grand parents never really had any taste - not the taste I had at least.

At last my work here was done. I killed all the backstabbers and liars that were ever in my life.

As I was leaving the attic I came across an old mirror. It puzzled me at first. But then I realised. I had no reflection. It can’t be. There is no way this could have happened. No! It can’t be. It’s impossible. No way. No frigging way.

I had to accept it. I was dead. Just like mother. Just like father. Just like every one I had just killed: If I was a normal kid I would’ve stopped and thought about what I had just done. But I’m not normal and I’m not a kid. Not anymore

I got up to my feet and ran down stairs. 'If I am truly dead - then no one can stop me...no one.'

I ran out the house, grand ma and pop were lying on the floor - the blood from their wounds had dyed the carpet crimson red. I couldn’t care less about them, though.

I strolled down the street, casually. I followed it until I came across a small town. It didn’t take long.

Some of the town folk looked like they needed a good beating. I took it upon myself to deliver that beating. Ever had your ass handed to you by a ghost? No? Well, you don’t know what your missing out on.

I walked up to a group of towns’ folk. They had just mugged someone and thought no one was watching - unfortunately for them, they were mistaken. Big time.

I started on the largest member of the group: Piece of shit, time to frigging die.
I gave him a couple of hooks into his face - he didn’t know what hit him - he couldn’t see what hit him either. I easily took him to the floor. His friends watched in amazement - they had no idea what the hell was going on. But I did.

I jumped onto the guy and began pounding his face in. His nose cracked and blood splattered out onto my face. I didn’t care. I just continued busting his face in. Then I got bored.

His partners in crime tried to make a run for it. I could easily have caught them but I let them escape - save them for later, encase I get bored again.

I continued strolling down the town - it was unfamiliar to me - but I didn’t care. I let the road take me.

Being a ghost had a lot of benefits - the first one being: I didn’t need any sleep at all. The second one was that I could feel no pain - its like I was alive...but dead at the same time. I guess you would have to be a ghost to understand. And lastly, my personal favourite, no one can see you - perfect. I had unrivalled power that no man could ever obtain.

Anyways, I thought to myself: which son of a bitch is next? Bill Gates? Tony Blair? - Nah.Wouldn’t make much of a difference to the world anyways. The world was pretty much shitted up and full of bastards who deserved only death.
Guess that pretty sums me up then, eh?

I carried on walking down the road. I felt no remorse. No pain. No suffering. Once again I was alone. Even though my body had officially died in the bus crash those many years ago...my soul was still intact. Guess that proves the existence of ghosts.

I did some thinking. What should I do now? I mean really, I have all these powers...but what am I going to do with them: Killing people gets boring after a while - its far too easy.

I decided to once again follow the road. I would go wherever the road took me.