Friday, June 24, 2011

I've Found Sunnydale

Yes... I've found it. Sunnydale. The infamous city located directy over a hellmouth in the world of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

Now, this version of Sunnydale goes by a different name and to my knowledge doesn't have any actual un-dead running around in the night, but I am finding so many similarities, it's uncanny.

Would you like to know the location? Yes? Okay... here it is: my home town.

Not that the entire town is bad - that's not the case at all. Just my little corner consisting of where I spend most of my day. Oddly enough, it's in a school - like Sunnydale High, just not a high school. And the vampires here don't actually drink the blood from the veins and can be seen during the day, but they are still the same kind of demons that slowly drain you of all the things that make you feel whole, alive and what makes life worthwile.

Once you're here, also, it's like you can't escape. Even after graduation, I find myself still stuck here - I've been here 7 years now, and I'm desperately looking for an out before I become devoured completely and I'm nothing but a shell. I'm already between half and 3/4 of the way there, and I'm going insane. Not a single day goes by that I don't dread coming to this place and dealing with the people I have to deal with. Again, it's not everyone, but those certain people who you can't avoid... I want to avoid them. Unfortunately I can't go around wearing garlic or carrying a spray bottle of Holy water. It wouldn't work anyway, and crosses just seem to attract these minions instead of scaring them away.

The ungrateful spirits of some of these people have pushed me to the limits. They're also drama-seekers, as if they didn't have enough of their own. And I know they have plenty of their own because they're also full on gossips and everything gets circled around whether I want to hear it or not. I've had to learn the hard way that I'd better not say anything anymore in confidence if I really want it kept in confidence.

One way or another, I've got to get out of this hell-hole. I may have to fight my way out or quietly dissappear, but I've got to get out. The end of the year is my deadline.

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