The following is actually a short story I prepared to write about a guy consumed with “His Life” to the point where it wasn’t his life anymore. Stars a character written and created when in High School, Harry Shawins.
Things aren’t what they seem…
#HisLife – Harry Shawins was always consumed since as far back as I can remember in the town of Pemberbury. With a clinical illness since birth, he managed to not understand a lot of what comes easy to his friend Chris Jackson. Harry did not know when he started posting on his numerous social media sites with hashtag #HisLife would it consume him so much. For all his life since childhood he was never with a girlfriend. He recalled forgetting to use the bathroom at times. According to the year 2021 when a coronavirus hit America that is not even normal, nor should even be considered “cool”. CDC would never consider this to be accepted. He one day told his best friend Chris Jackson that he had a certain premonition of the times to come. Chris, not understanding this thought nothing of it at all. Trespassed by guilt and famine in such an emotional way since 2017 when they lost their sister Monique Jackson due to the horrors of a drunk driver hitting her head on; the Jackson family has never been the same. Harry told Chris’ mom one day of a future “Krazy Killer” to roam the town of Pemberbury…again. Chris was haunted by this before in a dream that never came to be…so many horrors in his mind like he had ptsd it felt so real to his being. Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is not to be played with. Chris ignored what his mom told him that Harry told him towards a barrel of whiskey and jagermeister. Not a good combination, Harry presided to call the authorities on his best friend. Chris moments later got dealt the bad hand receiving a call from the police. Chris ignored the call since he hates phone calls. Eventually the police caught up to Chris who was seen vandalizing a huge stop sign found on a railroad track. This was what Chris was doing at the moment… Although; moments earlier Chris threw a box of engulfed in flames whiskey into a liquor store causing a store to go up in flames, and 12 wounded, 4 dead. Chris was going through it. Just about 3-4 years shy of his sister’s death he wanted an escape. I will admit he should not have gone the alcohol route. Harry somehow got noticed in jail of Chris being killed in jail while in his sleep. The toxicology report shows that there were lacerations upon the throat. Yet, no video shows any signs of anyone else in Chris’ solitary confinement cell. Harry Shawins went down a hard hard road into horrors after this. He will never understand, nor will the rest of Pemberbury. Moments into a morning on a Sunday Harry coughs up black blood. Not understanding what is going on he calls the local health department to be checked. Harry meanwhile thinks it is a anxiety or a panic attack. The health department had the nerve to tell Harry it was a bug bite. Harry somehow ignored this for weeks to come. All of a sudden he wakes up in England by a church. Holding in his hands are a little phone. He opens the little iphone8 from 2021; now this is 2031 of his life in Harry Shawins current horror situation. A certain Twitter post reads that he was found dead with a page stapled to his chest that read with a orange hashtag #HisLife. It read an obituary that read: “Harry Shawins. A desperate man determined to find the mystery surrounding his best friend Chris Jackson’s death did not stop until found dead strangled with a barbed wire spinnel around his neck. Resembling Christ on the Cross the mom and dad of Harry were so distraught they had no one show up to his funeral. For donations contact Parmemberfurgh Cemetery at 876-908-6644.” Misunderstood and shocked from everything Harry just read he chose to ride his bike to the local StarShotz Coffee spot to get a fresh hot cup of espresso. After taking just a few sips…Harry falls asleep…only to then wake up in a igloo resort in Alaska. A nightmare…just all a big #HisLife nightmare. Sweating profusely Harry attempts to drink some water. After this he just hauls behind him a big scorpion that jumps on a man named Dave.
Again…now met into a Las Vegas Casino is a strange man named Creedence-Raymond. Creedence watches a television screen showing Chris and Jackson being escorted to jail.
Strange is what this is. It almost felt like a mirage. A miranda mysteriously. A understood Utah. A not knowing ever bringing just…paradox…
Was any of this real?
Fred Pahfuscha seems to differ. He finds a book on his railroad track walking that is black with a orange siding reading on the insides of all pages “#HisLife”…
To Be Continued
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JakeJohnstone19 