A ride from a ghost

Troy was just as uncomfortable about getting in the car, as he was spending the night in this shack. It sat ominously in the middle of the woods. Even the trees felt like they had eyes. It was the perfect scene for a horror movie. Troy had no desire to become the leading actor. Visions of ER rooms started to flood his mind. His perfectly groomed feathers where definitely out of place. He doubted that even a boys scouts would use it as a place of refuge. That made him only wonder what was?

His other option was to get in the car with that ghost. That man was dead he saw his body and cried over it. To make it worse he was the one. The one person he couldn't help. He was his realization, as much as we want to help a person, a person can only help themselves. There is so much more then removing a person from a bad place as it is wanting them to be a different person.

Coaching and shifting minds was his passion. Making a person hate themselves to want to become someone else. He hated those tactics and seamed to help people find their missing spark. Everything else always seemed to fall in place. He believed that everyone needs passion to heal. Troy had coached so many people and all of them saw better ways to be. He was the only one he couldn't convince. Cameron broke him and sent him on another path.

Troy looked at the cabin and then at Cameron. He was still trying to decide to get in the car or stay here. Was this just another twist in his mother's story. Did his mother have a mental illness or did she just want him to go crazy himself. If it was her why was it that he was the one seeing dead people.

Troy held on to his backpack right now it was the only thing that hadn't changed. It was a reliable old blue backpack. It never changed and he liked it even though it was old. Something are better with no change at all. Maybe it was his shoes fault. Dumb shoes they pinched his toes a little and never really wore in right.

You know what Troy thought to himself i am getting rid of these shoes. He took them off one by one. Mumbling to himself he throw each shoe in a different direction. His body was puffed up with attitude. He was breathing sharp and strong letting himself feel everything. As his shoes flew in different directions he let out a cry of frustration. Troy had been bottling up all his emotions. Hurling something that had been giving him mild discomfort made him feel powerful. He changed something and no one could take that away from him.

His shirt was next to go. Troy always hated shirts he slept without them. He played basketball without them and anytime there was a socal acceptable opportunity to not wear a shirt, he was down. Troy grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Throwing it in the dirt like a toddler in the mist of a major tantrum. All of Troy's composers was still sitting in his crazy mom's car. This was most definitely all her fault.

Cameron watched as he stood out of his car resting his arm and chin on the edge of the door. His once high and might mentor was definitely having a mental breakdown. Cameron was kind of enjoying it. Sometimes it is nice being on the other side of the table.

It took all of Cameron's inner might to not bust up laughing, as Troy's left shoe landed only feet away from him. He still throws like a girl. Cameron held that pleasurable thought to himself. He didn't want him to refocus the hulk emotions in his direction. This wasn't his first time collecting the men that just realized that their life was now gone. That was why this place was made. Cameron had this place under surveillance for years. This was his version of a youth shelter that he found himself in time and time again. It was kind of poetic.

As Troy stood in the woods half naked. Huffing and puffing with his body glistening in all its perfection. A misquote landed on him pushing her needle nose deep into his skin. Troy smacked her only to have two more take her place. Soon a small army of flying insects all decided they wanted a taste of the half dressed tasty looking man. Troy acted like he must have overheard their conversation he swooped down and grabbed his shirt. Troy started fighting the swarm of misquotes whipping his shirt into the air.

Cameron had seen enough of the melt down show for today. Are you coming he asked in a sort of annoyed voice. Or do you need a few more minutes to collect yourself. It was poetry because this was the first line Troy said to him.

Troy looked at Cameron, letting down his gaud momentarily to give him a nasty look. He was repaid by three misquotes in their mini secret agent suits with their sharp needles. Troy jumped as he smacked at them. Barring his teeth and his frustration.

I mean if you need a couple nights in the cabin to change your mind. There is a phone just dial a number and i will be there. Cameron put on his glasses. As long as he would love to sit and watch. The misquotes thought he was delicious also. He had designed them to be attracted to people with TRN rich blood. It was an added bonus to keep the men in their cabin.

Troy made a decision out of pure annoyance more then anything. Soon he sat squad in a small car with a old backpack between his knees in a dirty shirt and one missing sock.