Nightswim

One of the guys got up and came at me. I punched him in the nose and it exploded in a fountain of blood. I pulled back a little on the punch and I knew he wasn't that seriously hurt. The girls were screaming now and the other guy came at me but it was easy to throw him down. He landed with a thud. Then I saw the third guy come around from the girls. He had a gun and was pointing it at me. Then, things get a little fuzzy.

I remember a lot of shouting- both guys and girls. And I know the gun went off. In fact, I remember several shots and I felt one of them. I guess it didn't do much. I grabbed the gun and wrenched it from his hands. I threw it into the lake and picked him up by his hair. He squirmed and screamed but that didn't last long.

Like I said things were kind of fuzzy after that, and I can only remember pieces. I remember the screaming did finally stop.

I woke up earlier this morning in the mine and found the blood all over me. I guess it might have been from where the guy shot me. But I looked all over and I can't find any wound. I guess some of it might be from those guys or girls. I think I went a little overboard- maybe went a little crazy.

I wonder if I went down further in the mine if I would find their bodies down there with Mr. Ketton. Something tells me I would. I'd find all six of them down in the pit. Just like I know I'd find Tubby down there too. Somehow, I just know that.

I know it like I know Dr. Burgess will find something funny with my blood he took. He'll find something that probably he's never seen before. I'll have to go see him about that. He'll know my secret- he may know what I can do now. I'll have to talk to him.

So, now I'm sitting here, wondering what I should do and thinking about the things that have happened to me. I have a special gift. Something that probably no one else in the world has. And I have to use it. Use it for good- to help people. Though I guess I haven't really done such a good job of that lately. It's hard to think about things- everything's so clouded and I get so tired.

But I think it will be okay. The things I've done may look bad to some people. I remember my mom saying these things were something only a monster could do. But I'm no monster. I'm a hero.