Sir Wilhem

Do you hear me Sir Wilhem, Sir Wilhem?

A nursery rhyme started echoing around my head.

It was disorienting.

I couldn’t tell exactly where it was coming from.

Then he appeared.

I’m falling Sir Wilhem, Sir Wilhem, today.

I don’t remember exactly how.

I just remember that I couldn’t focus on his face.

My head hurt from trying to focus on his face.

My extremities were starting to burn from the cold.

I’m sorry Sir Wilhem. Sir Wilhem? 

He looked so sad.

I swung the baseball bat as hard as I could.

It didn’t do anything.

The kid didn’t even move. 

But I’m dying Sir Wilhem, Sir Wilhem, in pain.

His face cracked a little where I hit him, but he just smiled and chortled at me. I dropped the bat and ran. I didn’t look to see if he was following, at that point it was a game of survival. See how many seconds you can continue living.