(OLD VER.) When Mermen Run From Their Demons

I Had Him

Tape #18 - I Had Him

Caleb

This is probably the worst thing I've ever done. I want to blame the world for doing this to me. I was hunted, tortured, was told that my father killed my mother, then killed my father, I think this was my breaking point.

     I think I was going crazy.

     And goddamn it, I still feel like I am. I think I'm fucking insane. At this rate I'm due to see Wonderland any day now.

     My father had such a vendetta against humans. They polluted us. They experimented on us. They overfish and seem to trash and eat everything around them.

      So why not grant my father's dying wish? How about I send those fuckers a message?

      I didn't bother telling Trevor. I knew he'd protest because I'd be unnecessarily be risking myself at being caught again. But I really didn't care. I already knew what the demons would do to me if I got captured again. This time they don't have Sofi, so there's nobody to keep me from killing myself if I need to.

     This was the day after Trevor comforted me, the next day there was a certain tension in the air, and both of us tried to ignore it. Pretend our little moment never happened. There was a shift in our relationship, and I didn't know what to think of it. But I found myself placing my trust in him, so maybe it wasn't a bad thing.

      That night, he stayed up for a while longer than he normally did, I guess waiting to see if I'd have another panic attack, but I didn't. So he eventually drifted off. The moment I heard his gentle snoring, I grabbed my trident and soundlessly left the motel, making sure to lock the door behind me. I knew he'd be safe with his newly acquired weapon.

     Before long, I was on the coast. I decided to start with the United States, because that's where it happened.

     The water all around me was rising up, so that I was in the center of a unnaturally large tsunami. I flicked my trident and thunder boomed and lightning cracked in the distance. Raindrops the size of golfballs was pouring all around. The thunderclouds were great and dark and imposing.

      I rode the waves, feeling like an old god, singing my siren song, although sounding more like a banshee than a merman prince. I felt powerful. The storm reflected the look in my eyes, and I hated how giddy I felt. The waves met the east coastlines, and I watched with delight and it knocked tall buildings down and uprooted trees.

     Already I was seeing all the trash that was being washed up that had probably been drifting in the oceans for years. Maybe finally the humans will respect the sea again. I can't even begin to imagine how many people I killed, how quickly I went from ending the life of one person to ending the lives of thousands.

     It's good that mermaids don't have afterlives, because if we did, I just earned myself a personal ticket straight to Hell.

     I got back to the motel, soaking wet. I didn't bother trying to be quiet as I opened the door and went straight to the shower. Throwing the salt-ridden clothes into the sink. I could've used my magic to get all the water out after I turned back into my legged form, but I simply didn't care enough.

     Poets and storytellers would be writing about me for centuries, I'm telling you. How tragic my life and my situation is. No, not my situation, it's our situation now. I get out of the shower an hour later and see that Trevor isn't even up yet. It's still an hour until dawn, so maybe I should sleep too. I'm sure Trevor will see everything on the news tomorrow anyway.