Bad Influence

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What do you think is a bad influence? It could be anything, and you could realize it in the most horrific way.

I've always loved video games. Since I was a young girl, they always seemed so magical. It made me want to draw and come up with stories, a common thing I do since I tend to daydream. But that taught me something, to be inspired even by the little things- they also taught me to kick something to make sure if it's dead.

One day when I was video game hunting at my favorite Vintage Stock, I saw some of the most legendary games ever, good or bad. Me, being like I am, became obsessed with cartridges and eyed them like a hawk to make sure no one would buy them.

While I was looking through their Nintendo 64 section, I noticed a sign that said that they could order games for you if they currently didn't have them. Excited, I go up to the cashier and ask if they could order Majora's Mask for me. Surprisingly, it was less than $30 dollars! I pay the money and have them order the game. While waiting, I browsed the store more than went home.

My home was nothing special-just a regular house with a few boxes filled with video games. I started to look through them for a nostalgic feeling. Digging deeper, I accidentally cut my finger on something. I ran to the bathroom to clean it and put on a band-aid, then went to the living room and played Silent Hill.

I lost track of time while playing Silent Hill. It was past midnight, but I still wanted to play more. I felt as if i was sucked into the story plot. A few hours later, I passed out on the floor with the controller still in my hand.

It was around noon when I woke up to a phone call. It was the Vintage Stock calling to tell me that Majora's Mask just came in. I quickly got dressed and drove to the store. Once I was holding the game in my hands, I felt like I should care for this game like it was my own child. I was waiting months for this game and now that I had it, I felt overwhelmed.

I ran inside my house and popped in the cartridge. I can now play one of the best Zelda games ever. It turned out to scare me more than the Silent Hill game, but I still played. Hour after hour, I imagined what it would be like to be Link. It didn't seem good. I would have the weight of the world on my shoulders, and I know that I probably would have gone insane.

When I turned off the game and started to get ready for bed, I started to freak out. I thought that I was seeing my face change in the mirror, hearing a strange laugh everything I did something wrong, and started to get extreme headaches and my neck would itch and burn. I stopped what I was doing and ran to the bed. I thought that I was hearing a laugh follow me to bed. I jumped onto my bed and held my head.

I don't really remember what happened in my dream that night. All I could recall was me slashing all of my fear down with blood all over my hands. My neck looked like it was scratched open and I was smearing blood all over my face.

When I woke up, the cut I got earlier was bleeding severely and my neck was scratched raw. Did I try to recreate what I looked like in that dream or was it the thing that i thought was following me. Other than that, I seemed normal except with dark under-eye circles and that I was more clingy to things than ever.



Credited to IDontUseUsernames
Originally uploaded on November 26, 2012

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