Helter Skelter “ In other news Charles Manson is still at large with his family and his prediction. He says that there is going to be a racial war named after the Beetles song“Helter Skelter”. He also says the blacks will ki—“ With a click of the remote my father turned off the TV and looked back at me sternly. The look on his face said, “You’re too young to be watching this go to bed”. So without protest I got up and went to my room. He may have thought that I was to young to know but I did. I knew about the scary white man that said all the blacks were going to kill all of the whites and try to take over. And that after the blacks took over they wouldn’t be good at maintaining that kind of power so he and his family would then take over.I didn’t understand how he thought I didn’t know. Its all everyone at school talked about since Manson proclaimed it with his so called family at his sides.I thought he was crazy. I thought no matter how much we dislike being black, trying to take over the world was not exactly on our agenda for the day. He’s just another psycho drug addict with nothing better to do.So I went to bed like always and thought I was in store for another boring day in the life of Tom the 12 year old, but I was wrong. The next morning started off the same as any other; I got up, showered, and went downstairs to get some food all while the rest of the house slept. I hated being the first and only one up in the morning; it was too quiet. I never used to get up that early, but when I was in 7th grade school started earlier then it did in years prior. After eating a bowl of cereal I went to walk out to the bus, but was stopped by a firm hand grabbing my forearm, “You’re not going to school for a while”, said my father in his monotone voice. It was strange that my dad was up this early. “Why?” I asked with extreme curiosity, and slight excitement. “Because I said so.” He replied And with that final statement he walked out the door into the dark morning. Next thing I knew my mother was behind me with her hand on my shoulder. She then told me that I was not allowed to play outside with the other children. This, I could not understand at all, but I did not feel like arguing with her. Since I didn’t have to go to school I decided to go back to sleep for a while. When I woke and went downstairs everything was different than it was that morning. All the windows had sheets over them and the family TV was nowhere to be found. I didn’t understand what my parents were trying to do, perhaps turn me into a hermit?“Who knows, they’re parents” I said to myself. For the rest of the day I did absolutely nothing of significance. I sat on the couch, I sat on the floor, I even tried to fir myself into our refrigerator. Clearly, I was in despair. It was like boredom was trying to strangle me, and it was only day one of my confinement that was supposed to last “a while” according to my father. Later that night my father came home and didn't say a word to my mother or me. The first night he did this it seemed strange, but after that it became our normal routine. A few weeks passed and I was still not allowed to go outside. I tried every excuse I could think of; “I really need air, I’m allergic to the house, my legs are going to writher up and fall off if I don’t run and stretch them,” but nothing worked. Even the “My body is lacking vitamin D and I’m going to die if I don’t get some in my system” didn't work. Needless to say I surrendered. It was getting to be time for my father to come home so I sat in the kitchen and wait for him. More and more time passed and there was no sign of my father. My mo tried to act like she didn't notice he wasn't there, but I know she did. How dumb does she think I am? More time passed and I decided to take that opportunity to concoct my plan; my plan for escape. Once my mother was asleep I got a flashlight and climbed out a first story window. But the second the air hit my face I knew something was wrong, something I was naive to inside my house. There was this TERRIBLE odor that was absolutely disgusting. But there was more wrong than just the smell. There were broken streetlights and fires in the roads. In the distance I could see these piles of things that I could not identify from where I was. But once I got closer I saw them. Piles after piles of bodies, HUMAN bodies. The sight made me sick to my stomach. I started running as fast as I could away from the mountains of what looked like all whites. I came to a quick stop when I heard voices coming in my direction. They were coming from the forbidden desert, the desert no one goes in. I hid behind a nearby bush a listened to the passing voices. “They did exactly what I predicted the would, said a mans voice, and they even did it in a timely fashion!” “Indeed they did father, replied a women, now what do we do?” “We will return, he replied, return and take the power from the blacks. We will keep them around if they cooperate, if not we kill them.” A loud roar of cheers and applause then erupted from the dark mass that was in front of me. They all began to chant “Long live Charlie, Helter Skelter forever!” That’s when I realized what had been happening, what MY father had been doing and hiding me from. I started crying loudly and uncontrollably. Another voice came from the crowd and said, “Hey there is someone in the bushes!” And I knew that was it, it was the end, the end that Charlie had predicted. Helter Skelter.
“ In other news Charles Manson is still at large with his family and his prediction. He says that there is going to be a racial war named after the Beetles song “Helter Skelter”. He also says the blacks will ki—“
With a click of the remote my father turned off the TV and looked back at me sternly. The look on his face said, “You’re too young to be watching this go to bed”. So without protest I got up and went to my room. He may have thought that I was to young to know but I did. I knew about the scary white man that said all the blacks were going to kill all of the whites and try to take over. And that after the blacks took over they wouldn’t be good at maintaining that kind of power so he and his family would then take over. I didn’t understand how he thought I didn’t know. Its all everyone at school talked about since Manson proclaimed it with his so called family at his sides. I thought he was crazy. I thought no matter how much we dislike being black, trying to take over the world was not exactly on our agenda for the day. He’s just another psycho drug addict with nothing better to do. So I went to bed like always and thought I was in store for another boring day in the life of Tom the 12 year old, but I was wrong.
The next morning started off the same as any other; I got up, showered, and went downstairs to get some food all while the rest of the house slept. I hated being the first and only one up in the morning; it was too quiet. I never used to get up that early, but when I was in 7th grade school started earlier then it did in years prior. After eating a bowl of cereal I went to walk out to the bus, but was stopped by a firm hand grabbing my forearm, “You’re not going to school for a while”, said my father in his monotone voice. It was strange that my dad was up this early.
“Why?” I asked with extreme curiosity, and slight excitement.
“Because I said so.” He replied
And with that final statement he walked out the door into the dark morning. Next thing I knew my mother was behind me with her hand on my shoulder. She then told me that I was not allowed to play outside with the other children. This, I could not understand at all, but I did not feel like arguing with her. Since I didn’t have to go to school I decided to go back to sleep for a while. When I woke and went downstairs everything was different than it was that morning. All the windows had sheets over them and the family TV was nowhere to be found. I didn’t understand what my parents were trying to do, perhaps turn me into a hermit? “Who knows, they’re parents” I said to myself. For the rest of the day I did absolutely nothing of significance. I sat on the couch, I sat on the floor, I even tried to fir myself into our refrigerator. Clearly, I was in despair. It was like boredom was trying to strangle me, and it was only day one of my confinement that was supposed to last “a while” according to my father. Later that night my father came home and didn't say a word to my mother or me. The first night he did this it seemed strange, but after that it became our normal routine.
A few weeks passed and I was still not allowed to go outside. I tried every excuse I could think of; “I really need air, I’m allergic to the house, my legs are going to writher up and fall off if I don’t run and stretch them,” but nothing worked. Even the “My body is lacking vitamin D and I’m going to die if I don’t get some in my system” didn't work. Needless to say I surrendered. It was getting to be time for my father to come home so I sat in the kitchen and wait for him. More and more time passed and there was no sign of my father. My mo tried to act like she didn't notice he wasn't there, but I know she did. How dumb does she think I am? More time passed and I decided to take that opportunity to concoct my plan; my plan for escape. Once my mother was asleep I got a flashlight and climbed out a first story window. But the second the air hit my face I knew something was wrong, something I was naive to inside my house. There was this TERRIBLE odor that was absolutely disgusting. But there was more wrong than just the smell. There were broken streetlights and fires in the roads. In the distance I could see these piles of things that I could not identify from where I was. But once I got closer I saw them. Piles after piles of bodies, HUMAN bodies. The sight made me sick to my stomach. I started running as fast as I could away from the mountains of what looked like all whites. I came to a quick stop when I heard voices coming in my direction. They were coming from the forbidden desert, the desert no one goes in. I hid behind a nearby bush a listened to the passing voices.
“They did exactly what I predicted the would, said a mans voice, and they even did it in a timely fashion!”
“Indeed they did father, replied a women, now what do we do?”
“We will return, he replied, return and take the power from the blacks. We will keep them around if they cooperate, if not we kill them.”
A loud roar of cheers and applause then erupted from the dark mass that was in front of me. They all began to chant “Long live Charlie, Helter Skelter forever!” That’s when I realized what had been happening, what MY father had been doing and hiding me from. I started crying loudly and uncontrollably. Another voice came from the crowd and said, “Hey there is someone in the bushes!” And I knew that was it, it was the end, the end that Charlie had predicted. Helter Skelter.