Seven Demons by Aidan Truhen (best motivational books for students TXT) 📕

floor. Now I am lying on the ground and looking up at him and he says:

“You are him.”

“What the fuck kid what—”

“You are him. I see you.”

“Of course you do you’re fucking nine.”

“Yes. I am.”

And he is nine. I mean that’s the point isn’t it kids do not see the world the way we do. They see clearly because they don’t have that thing telling them impossible things are impossible. He just saw me and now—

I’m lying on a men’s room floor tied to a stoneware vase with a chipped base and he’s got the fucking oyster knife again JESUS FUCK this is embarrassing I will get cut AGAIN—

I could die here. I mean it’s not likely I can still probably—

Get dead of infant.

Dead of oyster knife.

Dead of being too fucking stupid to stay alive.

“YOU YOUNG MAN ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE RIGHT NOW COME OUT OF THERE.”

O God bless you Charlie you are o GOD BLESS YOU—

Her hand comes in through the door—

“EXCUSE ME SIR I DO NOT MEAN TO INTRUDE—”

Rex comes in like a wall and bundles Hansel out and then I’m standing and it’s all done it’s done but fuck

Fuck

How careless can one guy get—

I am doing this like I used to and it is not working and I—

Fuck this needs to shift to paradigm shift or I will get all of us dead.

Outside Charlie says, “I WILL BE SPEAKING TO YOUR MOTHER ABOUT THIS. WHERE IS SHE—OH IT IS YOU IS IT MADAME—YOUR SON—YOUR SON IS A SEX PERVERT MADAME HE TOUCHED MY—HE—YES HE TOUCHED MY BOOB—NO HE ABSOLUTELY REACHED RIGHT UP AND IN WHEN I WAS LEANING DOWN TO SAY NICE THINGS ABOUT HIS LITTLE SUIT—LIKE A FUCKING OCTOPUS MADAME—”

She keeps saying boob over and over again.

“BOOB yadda yadda yadda BOOB! And furthermore blah blah BOOB blah ALSO I THINK HE TOOK A PICTURE WHERE IS HIS PHONE—”

Evil Hansel is a psychopath. He is terrifying and short and totally dangerous as shit. That with the vase was fucking golden. He’s a godhead genius fucking horror show.

He is also nine.

If there is a hell for nine-year-old boys, it involves being accused of being a sex pervert by a lady with whom some part of you would really like to be a sex pervert but you do not entirely know what that is.

(BOOB! and la la la)

So that’s great that’s just perfect Charlie is a fucking rock star. I am not dead and then I go outside and I see Evil Hansel looking at me like the end of the world and that is perfect too.

I see his mother making her apologies and she is not alone she has a friend with her a member of her I do not know what let us say cookery club?

And the friend is perfect too but not in a good way. No no not at all.

“I am so sorry about this,” Evil Hansel’s mom says, “I will speak to him about it but I am quite sure it was a misunderstanding. Or perhaps it was not and he will require therapy and so on. In that case as his parent I am at fault. But please lower your voice it is not appropriate to shout he is a child.”

That is quite a speech and I have to be a little respectful of Hans Eiger’s daughter here she is quite a lady and I wonder how much she knows about her old man but I do not wonder very hard because I am looking elsewhere.

The cooking club buddy of Evil Hansel’s momma is a fine figure of a woman and someone has done a really excellent makeup job for her but if you know what to look for you can absolutely see she has bruises around her nose and eyes where some shit-heel criminal hit her with her own handcuffs. She looks away from what is no doubt a maternal nightmare to gather strength and her eyes skitter across the room and—

And—

And across my face—

And they stick—

Just for a second they stick and even though she doesn’t get right now who I am. My altered face will stick in her mind and worry at her and sooner or later she will know.

It’s definitely time to leave this party.

—

We could not entirely stay at the Black House forever because it is full of anarchists and they have no sense of boundaries anyway even if Flavia had not shot the wall with a stinky hand cannon. Also with the best of goodwill it has to be said that not every anarchist is a committed son or daughter of Kropotkin some are just your average screwhead with a fondness for piercings and cheap drugs and if confronted with the opportunity to earn large sums of money by trading information with the evil global corporatists they would take the money and laugh all the way to Coachella that is just people.

And soon we will need to start doing the kinds of things that leak and whisper and get back to places you do not want them to be.

So I have bought a pig farm and that is where we are going now after the party. Like a big version of Martin’s shack up the mountain it is totally authentic wood-frame construction Rex is professionally intrigued. Dark wood with lines on it. Smells of years. Shaped like a T with room for all of us albeit little rooms like cells. Firepit and a stove for cooking and really good water pressure coming down the mountain from the Kircheisen peak and we can look up and see Die Festung and know we are going to fuck it up.

All mod cons because this is Switzerland you can go off-grid here if you want to but you never have to they will bring the grid to you so we have Internet and three-phase power.

And pigs.

Doc and I have the bedroom on the end of the T and we sleep and listen to the sound of the river and