The Unread Terms and Conditions, Monica Delray [list of e readers txt] 📗

When you're born, we come into a unknown place. We see the first light. But,you don't come into it with instructions on how to live it. You grow up being taught right from wrong. You grow being taught how to ride a bike, how to use a skateboard or what your preferences are in how to have fun when you were younger. When you grow into a teenager, you start to realize how some of the world is. You realize all the lies that you were told as a kid to protect you from the truth. Well, that was my case. I started to realize truths and what was a lie. As a kid, you don't realize how life works. You think that your life is going to be happy and peachy all the time. That the friends you have at that time with you are going to be with you forever. 

I was once told that life is the most mysterious thing. Not all the answers are present. You have to search for the answers or just ask someone. There is going to be some things that you won't understand yet. Or you won't ever understand it at all. Like, where are you going to go after you die? Are you ever going to see someone you love again after they perish? When is going to be your time to go? How will you die? Will you snap one day and just take the bullet to the head? That is the scariest part of life.Many questions with no answers.

 The year was 2003. I was about six years old at that time. I was just like an oridinary child. Always outside. Making many friends. I had this special friend. Her name was Anna. She was my best friend in the whole world. But she moved away when I was eight. So it was a devastating time for me. I didn't know what to do really. Sure, I had friends still, but she was the one that I wanted to be around all the time. 

Let's go back a second. When I was turning 7, everything started to change. Not only in height and in the usual thing, but I started to notice other things. I started to talk to things that appeared to me. 

"What are you supppose to be?", I asked the lady.

She stayed quiet. Or so I thought. Later that night, I heard these series of voices. In between all of them, I heard a womanly voice say, "I am a erotic dancer." I got up and started to look everywhere. I was trying to find the voice that told me that. Or any of the other voices. 

 I got a bit caught off guard. Not only was I looking for the voice, but why would I be seeing an erotic dancer? The woman didn't look like one at all. She looked like if she was a soccer mom. 

I didn't know what was going in with my head. Maybe they were just like the lost spirits around where I was. I wasn't sure what to think. I thought this was just a nightmare that has been lasting a while. But this was real. I was seeing things that aren't real or hearing things that aren't actually being heard by anyone. I thought about just letting this one go. I didn't make a big deal out of it. Maybe the voice I was hearing was just a fragment of my imagination or part of the dream I woke up from.

I started to stare at the wall for a while. I was frozen from what just happened. Next thing I knew, I started to hear those stupid voices again. What was happening to me?! Is this normal or part of life that we all go through?! I started to panic because they got louder and louder the more I tried to ignore them. I hid my head under the pillow. I began to toss and turn back n forth around my bed. 

"SHUT UP!! LEAVE ME ALONE!!", I screamed. I screamed so loud that my brother was the first to rush into the room.

"What is going on? Did you have a nightmare?",my brother asked

I stayed looking around puzzled and afraid of what just happened. 

"I'm not sure what is going on", I said frantically.

My brother tired calming me down. My parents came in and they were asking the same questions I don't know the answers to. I wasn't sure what to tell them that night. 

After a while, we all went back to bed. 

I didn't hear them again that night.

 After that night, I didn't think much of what happened that night. I wasn't hearing them anymore. I wasn't seeing anything. So I just lived normal with no interruptions of them or anything of that nature.

"I heard about you", said Kyla.

"What are you talking about? What did you hear? From who?", I tried to say calmly. What can she be talking about? What did I do that made her sound like she knew a deep secret?

 "Your brother told me what happened to you last night.. Shut up ugh omg shut up ah leave ugh! Haha!! You're such a loserrrr!!! We all have nightmares dumbass. 

She kept mocking me over and over repeating it. I can't believe that my brother would do such a thing to me. I didn't do anything to deserve this. I was trying to get over the fact that something off happened last night. I just wish I had my friend with me again. I missed Danni more than ever. She would probably understand me. Not like them that are giving me a hard time.

I knew this wasn't going away any time soon. A few days passed and they still continued with their stupid bullshit. I started to stay in the house and not go out as much. I didn't want to keep hearing them. 

It solved the problem of not wanting to hear human beings. But, it didn't solve the other things. They started to come back. The God-forsaken shit that just started to increase. I thought maybe it was just because I was always in the house and not going outside. All I felt like doing was screaming as loud as I can. They started to whisper louder and louder. I covered my ears. All I felt was my chest inflating and deflating each time I took in breathes.I have never been this anxious before in my life. Everything was turning against me in my head. My mind was going crazy along with me. This started to effect me in such a weird way. What can I do? I was the only one that knew and could actually hear these stupid things. I buried myself under the covers and pillow. The frustrations made me cry as if someone I loved passed away. This was something I wouldn't wish for anyone to encounter. It actually started to feel like if I was living an actual nightmare. But I can't wake up from this one. This was something else. 

"CAN YOU PLEASE GO AWAY!!", I yelled.

From all the levels of frustrations and anger, I threw a pillow to the wall. Then appeared something. The voices went away. It was just that figure. It was dark. It had no face. I kept looking asking what it wanted. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and it disappeared. I thought that was going to be the last time I was going to see that figure. I was wrong.

At this point, I knew this was real. It wasn't going away. It kept coming back to me. It was something I have to start getting used to. Whether I like it or not. I kept debating in my head. Should I tell someone? Will they believe me?

 I laid down looking at he ceiling making weird shapes. Some swirled and some turned into faces. My imagination started to take over and it later turned into a mini war scene. Everything was dying and no survivors. They started to attack each other with their fists only and blood was going everywhere. They all eventually started to die down and one was left. 

That one person made it. They made it through the fight. But how if it was impossible to survive this? How did this one person make it? I saw that the man had not one scratch done to him. He was clean from any blood or a slight cut. I looked around and saw that he was hiding in no mans land. He was afraid to come out and fight. After all the things he trained for, he didn't pop out once. He stood aside while his comrades were dying and being killed. 

The ceiling cleared up and went back to swirls. I started to think about why this was going through my head. 

I didn't want to think about this too much. But my prediction about it was that the man was me in way. Im hiding this secret. I'm not telling anyone about this. Anna was the only one that would believe me. She was weird like me. I didn't have any contact with her. You would think that I would, but I didn't. She was actually gone and not a part of my life right now. 

I started to feel the lonely. I needed to find something to distract me. I went outsidse to find if there was someone or something to play with. 

I found this tree to climb and I up there. I found a boy there. He was sitting down, staring at me