Deep into the wild

Something but definitely not the beginning

There is an unending fight between the good and the evil, tearing out the poor soul, splitting in two the flesh from the body. A devout christain girl whose got nothing to loose but her sanity says "The devil wins sometimes".
    I have never written a paragraph in my life, well at least officially that I have no idea how to begin to create words that amuse, or rouse the interest of anyone. Not even my dearest friends would waste such valid time reading a bunch of words..oh yes! a bunch of words! it is because no one would ever truly call this a book just a bunch of words written by another alté step teenager. But who cares about what anyone would read, everyone is an artist looking about a means of self expression and this is mine. This is my freedom and escape from the actual sense of truth, I could be anyone in this book and so can you, so can the neighbor down the street and the weed dealer by the ends "He is a doctor now?" "did you hear? He saves lives." people would say and no one! NO ONE would stop me because here I am a god, a god in the literal sense of literature and this beautiful world I create out of chaos and narcissism, mental growth of the wrongs and rights of youth would sink you into this depth.

Sundays never used to be my best days, unlike now I would live off the butterflies in my stomach. What a glorious day! Then, it was just another day of the week "no church in the wild" a boy told me once and I lived up to it more than the preacher himself and that is the thing with these humans "Hey you drink this!" but they themselves never drank it "Hey you suicide isn't the key" but a month later they empty the can. I sat up looking out the window, oblivious if the beauty of day, everything seemed so drab to me; without colour as usual but how can it not? I lived in hell, I lived in a mental asylum with mental patients and an abusive psychiatrist, the hell sent pedophile was in the charge of everything around here or  at least that's how I saw it.

Music from a phone by my bed reminds me it had be ringing for a while, who knows me? who'd call  me? I am like a non-existent creature, a version of myself that  had gone  extinct centuries ago. Who could be aware of my remains and what did they want and with that thought I picked up the phone because why not? This voice. So void. Yet so familiar like we have been lovers from creation, only it were feminine and if I didn't live with amnesia I would have recalled if I were a lesbian or not, what is she saying? "Did you get it?" she asked.
"Get what? who are you?"  I asked vehemently.

I'm a bit frightened but her voice is calm and gentle like she's been through this
"Go to your email I sent a video, Amy look I'm your bestfriend.. we do this every day, have you got any weed?"
Beep! I end the call. Straight to the email, how I know how to use this deadly device I cannot fathom but anyway I find this so called video ...... the flickering low quality video begins and it's me, only.. gayer
"Hey Amy it's me! oh it's you haha from yesterday, I'm high as hell right now" more laughs 
"But listen Benny is your bestfriend and your memories begin to flood in at 12, Ahrrr it hurts but listen there's some weed in the draws LIGHT SOME UP!"
Now theres a dark skin girl, looking about my age but only thinner, jumping behind 'me from yesterday'

"heyyy I wanna say something too"
"no you can't, it's my video! Amy, Bennie calls every morning to give you pills for the uhm....for.... I'm sorry.. you'll find out"

And that was it. Dude are you kidding me? sorry for the what?!! Is this a sick joke of some sort? swipe swipe swipe, call logs as I  redial the number that had called me just minutes ago.
"Be- Benny?" silence
"Hello b, what's up?" 
Ok I like her already "Yo I'm confused, what going to happen to me?"
"He's going to come in, Amy. He is going to come in and hurt you, I'm so sorry.. look at your thighs." my heart sank
"What? who?" and the line went dead. Had I not realized I was in danger from the moment I woke up?