Join My Cult - Original Falcon Press
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Over the next week, Samantha continued to persuade me, trying to<br />
convince both of us, I think, that things between us weren’t really “all<br />
that bad.” Well, she nearly had me convinced by the time we decided to<br />
go to Virginia beach during spring vacation.<br />
I had caught a fever of 103 two days before, and was still very sick<br />
when we headed onto the road in Jay’s Volkswagen van. Truthfully, I<br />
didn’t want to go, but I couldn’t trust Samantha and Jay going together.<br />
I knew, deep down, that it was ridiculous, having such a lack of trust in<br />
any relationship and expecting it to work. Despite my rationalizations, I<br />
had to go.<br />
I remember little of the ride down, just the uneasy swaying of the<br />
vehicle and the horribly piercing sound of their laughter. The delirium<br />
was a thick cloud that enveloped me in the back, lying wrapped in a<br />
blanket, shivering on a wooden plank. Less than one hour on the road, I<br />
realized that I never should have come. They danced about and listened<br />
to music. Occasionally they turned to talk to me, their voices all seemed<br />
slowed down and distorted. It seemed that they were taunting me with<br />
their nonsense intentionally, laughing at my inability to do or say anything.<br />
I felt absolutely forgotten and useless.<br />
We rented a hotel to stay for the night. When I went to the bathroom<br />
to wash my face, I found a washcloth that read “THE ABYSS HAS<br />
COME: prepare to meet your maker!” in bold, black print. It made<br />
absolutely no sense to me, so I decided not to wash my face. I slept that<br />
night next to Samantha. However, she insisted on rolling as far away<br />
from me as possible on the double bed. I tried to sleep, but could not. I<br />
must have spent an hour or more in that bed, looking over at her familiar<br />
face. I felt as if I was looking back at this time, this time right now, from<br />
some distant point in the future, remembering what she looked like,<br />
reminiscing. Her face had been permanently engraved upon my memory,<br />
it may as well have been my own face. Eventually, I was granted the purgatory<br />
of sleep.<br />
All of this agony was setting me up for the events of the next day,<br />
although I couldn’t have known it then. We set off to the shore, and<br />
Samantha was right on Jay’s heels the entire way. I tried to explain it to<br />
him. He thought I was crazy. I tried to beg her to tell him. She held firm<br />
to her silence. I went so far as to try to scare her into it. But both of us<br />
knew that I couldn’t do a thing, my validity slowly whittled away to<br />
nothing over the past month. It wasn’t jealousy that consumed me<br />
though, but the fact that my quickly erected self-identity, dependent on<br />
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