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The Lifetime Hypnosis

by John Paul Camara

The night air is frigid. My skin is dry, and every exposed part of my body is ice cold. Walking up the steps to my house the blood pours out from a bullet wound in my left arm. I walk through the door in a state of shock, completely dazed and barely able to do more than whisper. <br> “Mom, Babes?” I call them quietly but my voice is drowned out by…something. My knees give way and I hit the ground hard. My groan of pain goes unheard and moments later I slowly lift myself back up. As I walk toward the kitchen I hear voices, "bad acting, I hear bad acting," I think to myself.<br> As I get closer to the kitchen I hardly notice the trail of crimson liquid behind me. The world is getting foggy, my muscles are giving way, my shirt is soaked in blood, all I can smell is pasta and blood, blood and pasta, the pasta is overflowing. Why doesn’t my mom take the pasta off of the stove? But before I can even think to ask I finally make it into the kitchen. <br> Our TV is on but I can’t even hear it anymore. All I can do is look. My girlfriend and mother are standing there, oblivious of my existence. I feel like a ghost, "am I dead?" I say to myself. I see their eyes are glazed over. They are sitting there, just sitting and staring forward. The cats are whining for food, the dog is barking, the pasta is boiling over onto the ground, the faucet is running and my head is spinning. Suddenly some man dressed all in black breaks through the window and for the next few minutes unscrews our chandelier after which he leaves completely unnoticed. Throughout all of this my mother and girlfriend remain there in some sort of trance.<br> What could be wrong? I figure they must have been drugged. Whoever it was that shot me must have gotten to them, "That cold hearted"…but before I can even finish that thought I suddenly notice something that had evaded me. In the right hand corner of the TV screen I see the symbol of my undoing. Highlighted in white are the words, “Lifetime.” <br> I realize now that my battle is lost. There is no way to reach my loved ones now. I walk over the phone and dial 911. Blood streaks down the receiver and the buttons become soiled. After making the call I kiss my girlfriend on the cheek, leaving the imprint of red and brown lips, she mumbles something to the effect of “I love…” but is soon lost again in the fluorescent glow. <br> The ambulance arrives and I am half unconscious but still alive. Two men get me inside and another man and a woman are sitting in the front seats. As we drive off the man next to me tells me his name and asks if I can tell him what happened. “I was shot…tried to get help…mom and girlfriend watching lifetime…” I cough for a few seconds but that’s all Tom, the man sitting next to me, needs to hear.<br> “It was Lifetime guys,” and at those words all of their eyes dropped. But suddenly, Rachel, the women in the seat across from the driver spoke up. “What movie were they watching, what was next?” <br> “I…can’t remember…” I uttered. <br> “Yes you can. Now just try, tell me what movie it was.”<br> “Well…no…I’m sorry, it’s too foggy…” I coughed hard for another few seconds. <br> “Don’t give me that you idiot! What movie was it?”<br> “Rachel, give the guy a break,” Tom said.<br> “Shut up tom, now tell me that movie you little punk or I’ll come back there…”<br> “wait, don’t, I remember now…it was…’Armed and Innocent’…”<br> “Armed and Innocent? Oh my, oh my dear, I’ve missed that movie three times in the past two weeks.” And at that Rachel slammed open her door, tucked in her body and rolled out of the car down the street. <br> Amazingly, she got back up and ran into the nearest house. “We’ve lost another one Bill,” Tom commented to the man sitting on the other side of me in a defeated tone.. <br> “Has this happened before?” I ask with amazement. <br> Bill responds harshly to my question in a tone of fear, “Too many times man, too many times man, it’s scary, like some freaking horror movie and the bastard won’t leave us alone, he just keeps us in his grasp, some damn monster man and that monster is Lifetime man, Lifetime!” Bill begins to shake. “The other day I was sitting in my living room, Nancy was watching “A House of Secrets and Lies,” on Lifetime and I just sat down for a second to read the newspaper. I mean, it was what I usually do, but all of a sudden I put down the paper and started…I started watching it Tom! Oh man, I just started watching and didn’t stop until it was done. And the worst part was… I liked it!” <br> “Calm down Bill it’s alright,” Tom responds.<br> “No it’s not man, I freaking stayed after that movie too and you know what? I watched six episodes of "The Golden Girls" in a row too!” Tom just looks at the floor without saying a word. <br> Bill can’t stop shaking and he jumps up. He reaches for a syringe and fills it with air. He aims it for his jugular and just before he can push it in, the driver slams on the breaks and Bill goes flying backwards into a wall. Bill lay’s there unconscious and Tom starts to cry. <br> “Why…does it happen…why…?” I just barely speak these words. <br> Tom responds but only through his own sobbing. “It’s the power…the power of Lifetime…no one understands it.” He starts crying harder. “It’s all around us and it won’t stop, Lifetime is everywhere, it’s in the air you breath and right now we’re probably getting infected by whatever Bill has in him, shit man I can feel it in my skin…”<br> Right as Tom finishes this sentence the driver gets out of the car and walks into an anonymous house. We’re all in the middle of some neighborhood only a few blocks away from my home and everything is quiet except one thing. All that I can make out is that none of them have any lights on except one…the low glow of Television screens. "Bad acting, I can hear bad acting," I think to myself. All else that can be heard is a broken man’s light crying, and the buzz of Television sets across the city. The air is frigid, my skin is dry and every exposed part of my body is icy cold. I chuckle a little, get up, and walk, dazed and in pain, into the nearest house.

 
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