The Story of David Mayter (2004)
Entry 11: The Day of Defeat (part one)
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“Words cannot even begin to explain what I am feeling…
no one will ever understand. But I kind of wish they did… so I knew what to do.
But I think I have found out what to do… maybe… Maybe anyone reading this can
give me some form of sympathy. But that probably will not happen.”
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David sat on the couch,
trying to relax like he was instructed by the doctor to do. It was far from a
nice day outside; clouds were coving the sun like his pants were covering his
diaper. It was definitely gray outside; it looked like it was going to rain any
minute. But as he was flipping past the channels, he came across the local
news, just in time for the weather’s five-day forecast.
“Storms have been blowing our
way for the past few days, and finally have arrived early this morning.
However, it’s not expected to rain until later on this evening. Unfortunately,
after it starts raining, it’s going to be raining for a long time, folks. We’re
expected not to see blue skies for a few days” the weather forecaster
explained.
“Fantastic…” David
sarcastically said to himself, continuing to flip through the various channels
on TV.
“David, dinner’s ready” he
heard his mother call.
“Alright, hold up…” he said,
turning off the TV. He slowly (miserably) walked into the dining room, and sat
down in an available chair.
David’s mother walked into
the dining room, putting down a drainer filled with spaghetti. She handed him
and gave herself an empty plate, and they both began to cover their plate with
food…
“So… how are you feeling?”
his mother asked.
“I’m uh… fine… you?” David
asked, not really looking to his mother, but to his plate.
“I’m okay… just concerned
about you” his mother said, eating some of her food.
“…Why?” he asked curiously.
“I don’t know… you just don’t
seem to be acting like you were a few weeks ago…” his mother said.
“Yeah well… some people
change” he responded.
“Well… I just want to
honestly know… if this has anything to do with… Will” his mother said.
David swallowed hard on
hearing Will’s name…
“No… not really…” David
responded.
“…are you sure?” his mother
asked.
“Yes…” David said.
“Okay…” his mother finished,
continuing to eat.
There was a short silence
between them, the only sounds in that whole apartment was the sounds of their
forks hitting their plates…
”…Mom…” David silently said.
“Yes?” she asked.
“…How did…” David began to
say, hesitating the last few words, as he began facing his mother, taking his
eyes from his plate.
“…How did Will die?” David
finished.
His mother’s eyes widened a
bit as she swallowed the food she had put in her mouth….
“W-What?” his mother asked.
“How did William die?” he
asked again, this time not wasting any time with hesitation.
“I… don’t know” his mother
said, looking at her plate like David was a few moments ago.
“Yes you –“
“No… I don’t” his mother
said, interrupting David.
“Mom… I’m 14 years old. Will
has been dead for 2 two years now, and I do not know why. I really think I have
a right to know how he died!” David said.
“David… please don’t make me
say it, because it is really, really… just… I really don’t want to say it
because it really angers me” his mother said.
David was confused, but at
the same time, under stood her completely. David didn’t argue…
“…Okay…” he said
understandingly.
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David sat in his room, on his
computer as usual. This time, however, he was writing his story. He pulled out
William’s Final Journal out from under the monitor, and opened the page with
the bookmark that David had put there, and continued writing on the computer
what William had written in the journal so long ago…
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“I guess it is a bit of a possibility that it can
happen. Maybe… I will ask her first about the diapers… because I seriously doubt
that she will allow me to have pacifiers and baby bottles lying around the
house and stuff… but maybe she will let me wear the diapers and stuff… who
knows? But… my mom is kinda weird… she might not let me. Oh well… 50-50 chance…
I just hate living in darkness about my secrets and stuff… alright… I’ll ask
her tonight”
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David stopped writing there:
he had reached the end of the entry. He looked up at the date, and what he saw
kind of made him queasy… the date was the last day David ever saw him again. It
made him nuisance to look at the date, and know that less than a week after
that, he would no longer be alive. David sighed, licked his finger, and placed
it on the page, about to turn it….
Suddenly the phone rang,
making him jump a bit. He took his finger off the page, and took the phone from
the base, and put it up to his head…
”Hello” David asked.
“David…” he heard from the
receiving end. It was Jason, and he sounded desperate.
“What?” David asked, holding
the grudge.
“David, please… what I did was
wrong, and I am sorry… but… I’ve been thinking. You can stay mad at me if you
want, but William’s birthday is… tomorrow…” Jason said.
David thought for a few
moments… Jason was right. David thought that exact thing, and now Jason was
saying it. David sighed, shook his head, close his eyes, and sat back into his
chair, still holding the phone up to his head.
“Dave…?” Jason quietly said
into the phone.
“Yeah… I’m here…” David said
into the phone, with a calmer tone of voice.
David clicked a few things on
his computer, close WordPerfect after saving his work. He shut a few browser
windows.
“I mean…” Jason began, saying
a few things…
David wasn’t really
listening; he practically knew what Jason was saying anyways. David leaned
forward again, and boringly clicked on a few things; he went through his
personal files, not really paying attention to where he was going on his
computer. Suddenly something caught his interest… it was a file. He opened it…
What he saw when it opened, literally made him wet his diaper. He dropped the
phone onto his lap, and he sat back into his chair. His mouth was wide open
from surprise, and for the first time in a long, long time, he smiled. But not
from happiness… it was a cynical smile. He picked up the phone, once he came to
his senses.
“Jason” he said, interrupting
Jason (who was still talking, surprisingly).
“…Yeah?” Jason asked.
“I’m willing to forgive you,
you’re right. But I want to show you something, something I was meaning to keep
a secret… but I decided to… I’ll just come over your house” David confidently
explained.
“Really? I mean, yeah sure!
Come on over!” Jason said.
“Alright man… I’ll be there
soon…” David said with an extremely sadistic smile, and an immensely evil tone
of voice.
They both hung up the phone,
and David began to cackle loudly in his room. He stood up, and walked away from
the computer… because on the monitor… was a full-size image of Sven… wearing
nothing but a diaper… with a big cheesy smile on his face.
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David ran down the sidewalk,
trying to get to Jason’s house as quickly as possible. Flashes of everything
terrible that had happened to him were fueling him to his destination. The sky
was grey with clouds, and the winds were slowly picking up more and more as the
storm blew in, but this did not stop him. He felt in his pocket, to make sure
that the picture was still in there. After his had confirmed that it had not
left the security of his pocket, his smiled once again.
“This is the ultimate
revenge… this is the ultimate payback… this is the ultimate recoil in Sven’s
plan… this is the ultimate ender” David thought to himself as he ran down the
empty sidewalk.
The atmosphere was strange as
he ran down the sidewalk. The street he was running down, there was no one on
the sidewalk, no one on the road, and no birds in the sky… it was pretty
silent. Nothing but the sound of the wind…
David eventually had reached
Jason’s house. He dominantly walked up the steps onto the porch, and rung the
doorbell. It wasn’t more than a few seconds that Jason came to the door,
greeting David.
“Hey man!” Jason said
happily.
“Hey!” David said with a sly
smirk on his face.
“What did you want to show
me?” Jason asked.
David’s smile grew larger as
he put his hand in his pocket. And it was as though it was slow motion as he
dug through his pocket. Finally, David pulled the picture of Sven, wearing
nothing but a diaper, out of his pocket. He slowly unfolded it, looked it at
the picture, and then handed the paper to Jason…
Jason curiously examined it,
at first not really knowing what he was looking at it. But it soon hit him like
a punch in the face. HIS eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost dropped it
out of his hands from amazement.
“David! What the hell… I mean
… OH MY GOD” Jason said, examining every inch of the picture, looking at Sven
with the diaper wrapped around him, and starring at the gleeful smile he was
wearing, too.
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It had been about 15 minutes
of Jason just staring at it. David didn’t even expect him to be THIS thrilled
by the picture.
“Geez – he’s like me the
first time I saw another kid in diapers” David thought.
“Dude… what is… where… I
mean… dude…” Jason said, obviously mind-blown by it.
“Well dude, don’t tell Sven
you saw this. And don’t hint at it or anything… I mean, I guess this is how he
thought of that stupid rumor about ME wearing diapers. Meanwhile, look at him.
He actually admitted this to me a while back, when we were friends… he’s got
problems and stuff. Not something worth making fun of him over… know what I
mean?” David lied, practically mirroring the story all together.
“But HOW did you get this?!”
Jason demanded to know.
“Oh well… some times he’d
come over my house, and I let him… you know… wonder around in a diaper and
stuff he wanted to.” David said, nervously choosing his words.
“…ugh… why?” Jason asked.
“Dunno… it’s not like he was
walking around naked… didn’t bother me, none of my business” David said,
shrugging.
”Man this pisses me off… you let him walk around your house in DIAPERS… and you
kept his trust… and he still fucks you over... and for no reason!” Jason said
in an angry tone of voice.
“Whoa dude, speak of The
Devil…” David said, looking across the street.
Jason looked across the
street, staring at what David was staring at. Sven was walking down the street.
His face was a bit bruised, like David’s. Plus, he walked with a limp, and his
arm was a bit cut.
“Holy crap dude, what did you
do to him?” David asked, amazed.
“Bah… just punched him back,
then threw him and stuff…” Jason said with a sarcastic tone of voice.
Sven had heard them talking,
and looked at them from across the street. He gave them both an evil smile
back; obviously smiling at David’s bruised face that Ryan had given him, only a
few days ago.
“Nice shiner!” Sven yelled to
them.
“Yeah? Why don’t you come
over here and say that to my face!” David yelled.
“Because your shit-in diaper
smells too bad!” Sven yelled.
David’s rage was building up
quickly…
“HIS diaper?! Man, don’t play
that anymore! You’re one to talk!” Jason yelled.
“What the heck is that
supposed to mean?” Sven said, instantly losing his annoying smile, replacing it
with a very serious expression.
“Yeah man, I know ALL about
you. David showed me that picture! Here it is, right here!” Jason said,
suddenly hanging up the picture, for Sven to see.
Sven struggled to see exactly
what was on the small piece of paper, from across the street. But he knew he
wouldn’t like it… so he began to walk across the street, towards Jason’s house.
“Jason, no!” David yelled,
pulling the paper out of his hand.
As much as David wanted to
return the favor about Sven… he couldn’t He remembered Ryan, and he remembered
Sven pulling down his pants… he was honestly intimidated. Suddenly he felt the
paper rip from his hand, now in Sven’s.
David looked over, and saw
Sven standing next to him, gazing at the picture of him in the diaper. His
expression was one of complete disgust, rage, and disbelief.
Sven didn’t give any thought,
any warning, or any sign, as he suddenly jumped at David, grabbing him hard. It
happened so quickly that David actually had no way to stop Sven, since he had
the element of surprise. Suddenly David felt himself fly back, against the rail
of the porch. Suddenly he looked at Sven, who was rushing at him full speed
with his arms held out…
Sven shoved him hard on the
shoulders, which actually made him fly over the railing, falling off the porch,
and landing hard on the ground, several feet below, landing flat on his back.
“Oh FUCK!” he heard Jason
yell, as he watched Sven suddenly jump off the porch, almost landing on top of
David.
David tried to get up, but
Sven suddenly took his leg, and kicked David hard in the stomach, stunning him.
Suddenly Sven kneeled down, with a look of uncontrollable fury and rage. He
then took his hands, and wrapped it around David’s neck, strangling him.
“YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I’LL KILL
YOU!” he screamed as he strangled David.
David struggled as he felt
his neck being squeezed by Sven’s hands. He reached up to grab Sven’s neck, and
squeeze his neck too, but his hands were too weak from Sven’s kick in the
stomach, and his strangling David.
David panicked, and began to resist, by trying to get Sven off of him, anyway
possible. But it was impossible; he was too overcome by Sven. Suddenly he felt
THE feeling… the feeling of death. He felt his body numb as though somebody had
injected doses of morphine. He felt like he was sinking into the ground… like
he was falling out of his body. He began to watch everything like a ghost, like
he was watching TV. He ‘watched’ Sven holding onto him, and he watched Jason
running towards Sven. Everything was in slow motion as he watched Jason lift
his foot up and behind him, like he was about to kick a football… only the
football was Sven’s head. But just as he was about to hit Sven… everything went
black…
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“DAVID!” he heard Jason
yelling.
“DAVID, ARE YOU OKAY?!” he
heard Jason yelling, a second time.
David suddenly jumped up,
opening his eyes, coughing uncontrollably. His throat hurt, his nose burned,
and his eyes were dry. He rolled over onto all fours, and looked at the ground,
coughing wildly.
“David! Are you okay!?” He
heard Jason yell once again.
David coughed several more
times, trying to get his breath back. It was a few minutes until David could
make a full breath, but eventually, he recovered enough to slowly rise back up
onto his feet. His mind was racing, yet was moving in slow motion from
confusion. He ran his finger over his upper lip, and looked at it… it was
covered in blood.
“David!” he heard again.
He looked over at Jason. He
was sitting in the fetal position, with his head sticking up, looking at David.
“Are you… okay?” Jason asked.
David’s head hurt, and his
mind was in a daze. His throat burned and his vision was unfocused. But he
nodded a yes, even though he was unsure that he was.
“How are you feeling?” Jason
asked, with a strange jitter in his voice.
“…Haggard…” is the only thing
he could think of, well actually it was the only thing he could say. His voice
was scratchy and it hurt to talk. In truth, he wanted to say he felt like he
had just woken up from a massive drinking binge that had lasted for weeks.
“…I thought you would… Sven
ran away.” Jason said.
“…Listen man, we need to…
talk” Jason said with a quiet tone of voice.
David was unsure that he
liked what he heard… the last time he heard “We need to talk”, Sven was turning
into his worst enemy.
“…About what?” David asked,
nervous.
But suddenly, David turned,
and his pant leg tapped his leg. But what he felt was ice cold, and wet. David
slowly looked down at his pants… and what he found… what that half of his pants
were soaked. The long, and cold wet spot went from his crotch, down to his
right ankle.
“David…” Jason said again.
David was speechless. His
heart didn’t sink into his stomach… instead, it shattered. The feeling was
actually painful, as he realized that the gig was up. Jason knew, and now, he
too was no longer going to be his friend. He knew it.
”I know about it now” Jason said.
”…Shut up…” David said.
”David, calm down” Jason said.
“David, why didn’t you tell
me?” he asked.
“…I have to go…” David said
with a chilling tone of voice. He turned around, and began walking towards his
house, just as a raindrop fell onto his shoulder. Then, another… until it began
to rain around him.
“This is it” he thought.
”It’s over”
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David walked into his house,
soaked with rain. It was dark out now, since it was sunset. He walked up his
steps, and walked into his room. He didn’t bother turning on the light… he
didn’t care to. He slowly, and fell onto his bed… and just laid there.
”What did I do to deserve this?” he thought to himself.
”I thought I was doing everything right… I thought I was good… but bad things
keep happening to me. I guess I was never meant to have any friends… my best
one dies… my other two betray me, and now Jason is probably going to be like
Sven… what did I do?” he kept thinking.
He kept thinking for a few
minutes, each moment getting more and more of that certain numbing sensation.
Suddenly he, he stood up, and opened his door. He walked down the hall, and
began aiming towards the steps…
”I am nothing” he thought.
He continued walking towards the steps, this time, tears running down his face.
”This is pain… real pain. Something a few amount of people feel.” He thought as
he arrived at the edge of the steps.
He looked down the staircase. There were 20 steps easy. Steep, and narrow…
”…let me end it…” he said.
Suddenly he fell forward, letting himself fall… ending
everything.
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Suddenly David jumped up, screaming. He was back in his room, untouched. It was
dark, and now, it was night. It was deathly silent… nothing but the sound of
his computer.
”What happened?” he asked himself.
”Was it a dream? Was EVERYTHING a dream?” he asked himself. He stood up… but to
his disappointment… his clothes were still very wet from the rain.
”…Figures…” he said.
David lay there for a few minutes, just letting it sink in. He knew what
happened… he remembered everything. He still felt practically sick from it… but
he tried to not cry. Suddenly it hit him… Will. His birthday was tomorrow. He
had promised Will, that no matter what, he’d finish the story for him.
He stood up, pulled his computer chair out from under his desk, and opened up
Word. He pulled out Will’s journal, and opened it. He starred at the notebook
page, and turned to the next page, at the beginning of William’s journal entry.
But when he turned it… he found something. Something odd… something scary.
There was a folded piece of paper that was stuck between the pages of Will’s
journal. David looked at it for a moment, and looked at the journal. The entry
was marked a few days after David and William last saw each other… He unfolded
the piece of paper, and began to read it. But nothing, NOTHING, could prepare him
for what he was about to read…
Entry 12: The
Day of Defeat (part two)