The Voice of the Prince

"I love you too, mom," I say as she leaves for work leaving her "sick" son at home for the day. One whole day to prepare for the glory. Everything has already been procured and is waiting in my closet, it has been for almost a month, waiting for what seems like an eternity for his word. Last night I was laying in bed and right as I was about to fall asleep, he whispered in my ear.
"Tomorrow."
I knew exactly what he meant and exactly what I must do. Living your entire life with another being inside of you isn't as uncomfortable as you might think, especially when he's been around a lot longer than you and can tell you exactly how to react in a situation. Every choice is still down to me though. I have to allow him to do anything, from killing a stray dog and dissecting it just to see the heart beating in its chest for a minute or two before it finally dies, to cutting down the length of my thigh and watching the dark red blood slowly ooze up from the stinging incision. He likes blood. The sight of it is really the only thing that gets my heart racing anymore thanks to the countless things he's suggested I do.
However, it seems I am never the one doing anything, simply an observer in my own body. For lunch I had a delicious raw liver and a couple multivitamins. Gotta keep my precious gift to him thick and delicious. I have kept my body healthy through the years just to keep him happy, running, lifting, jiu jitsu, yoga. I am the pinnacle of human perfection, muscles tight and toned, perfect blood pressure. I would do anything for him and in fact I am about to do the only thing he has demanded of me. Its hard to imagine just one life can hold so much importance in this twisted world of ours. How did I get to be so lucky? I'm babbling, I must get back to work it's almost 4:30 just two hours until my mom gets home... just enough time.
I go up into my room and begin preparing everything that will me needed. The candles, the bucket, the camera, a tripod, my knife and the cuffs to hang myself upside down from my ankles, everything i need in such an unsuspecting gym bag. I close the curtains in my room and begin to light the candles. Today is definitely the day that I complete my one goal in this sad, pathetic little life. I turn the camera on and begin to explain myself of what I'm about to do, and why I'm doing it.
"My name is David, David Taylor. I live in Cutler Bay, Florida I am 16 years old and today I am going to sacrifice myself and give him my blood," I say clearly staring directly into the camera calmly as I felt a cold dark wave envelope me. His presence is majestic, I live for it. In fact I am about to die for it and I'm not even scared that's the crazy part. Normally suicide is a cry for help, which I believe this is, just not help for myself help for everybody else.
"I don't expect you to understand why I am doing this, fuck I don't even understand this. All I know is it must be done, he has called to me and explained the importance of it. My blood he says is necessary, All of it, every last drop." So with these words I move away from the camera and place the bucket in place underneath where I will be hanging and slide my nightstand over to the middle of the room so I can grab the knife after I strap myself in. You can't possibly imagine how difficult it is to hang yourself upside down from the ceiling without assistance. The blood is rushing to my head making me kind of dizzy as I begin to recite what comes to my heart.
"Without darkness there is no light, Flow through me now and consume my soul for eternity in unending dark." Without any hesitation as if it wasn't even me my hand grasps the knife and raises it toward my neck. "Soon this pathetic life will end so that the rest of yours may not." The blade finds its way to my jugular and right as it is about to pierce my flesh forever setting me free and completing my mandated lifelong mission the door opens. My mother seeing what is about to happen gets scared and says "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" I whistled for a cab and when it came near the license plate said FRESH and had a dice in the mirror if anything I could tell that this cab was rare But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air. I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby 'Yo, home smell you later.' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
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