It's a tightrope walk between reality and insanity.
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The Bully Killers Serial Novel is about a small-town family from the Midwest that has slipped through the cracks, and without any extended family the Dalingers are taking on life without a net while at the same time struggling with a mean streak of madness that runs in the family bloodline...and some of the voices inside their heads are dangerous. Follow Josie, Charlie, and Jerome as they tightrope walk between reality and insanity while trying to carve out a place in the world they can call their own.
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ďWhere have you come from?Ē
ďFrom going to and fro on the earth, and from walking up and down on it.Ē
October 1st, 1975
My brother Jerome died when he was little, but then he came back to life again. Talks to angels, chases demons. Makes the seasons change while he sleeps. I know itís true because I watch him at night.
Tosses and turns when he turns winter to spring. You can hear the chunks of ice and driftwood on the river break up and crash against each other in water that looks like old coffee and cream. Sounds like thunder.
Itís different for summer. He twitches and mutters and only sleeps a little. In the summer it gets so hot that the trees around the edges of the cornfields start to wobble. Annie says itís because your eyeballs are boiling inside your head. I donít believe her though.
When he changes it to fall he sleeps like heís dead. Nothing, except drool out of the corner of his mouth. Only the tree branches scratch against our bedroom window. Donít like the cold. Jerome says he likes getting goose bumps, but he doesnít understand why the feathers wonít start growing.
When winter comes, and everything is so cold it turns to black and white, and at night I canít tell if I am asleep or awake, and the wind pushes so hard the house creaks, and Jerome screams and kicks until Josie runs in and holds him until he stops. He says he is suffocating. I donít know what suffocating means.
She kisses him on top of the head and whispers over and over again, ďItís okay, itís okay.Ē I feel scared until she looks at me and says, ďItís alright Charlie. Go back to sleep, itís just the changing of the seasons.Ē