DELUSION(Charles E.J. Moulton) The artwork posted here on this page to the right was painted in Acrylic colors in my art gallery in Germany on May 27th, 2014. I call it AFRICA I. Now, enjoy my story.


Have you understood me?
I told you so last Friday at the camp. You know, when George made that weird comment about your hair. I told him that we would kill him. Now, come. No. Not that direction. You know that you need to show him that you are the boss. It won't hurt either. Step into the car, old boy. Bring your gun. I won't let George do this twice.
What?
No?
What do you mean, no?
You want revenge, don't you?
When?
When did I use you?
Last Friday?
No, you have got it all wrong.
I am protecting you from all those people who feel they have to reprimand you.
I don't tell you what to do.
I merely suggest.
Then ...
What?
It is your free will to say no?
A crime?
We can't kill George?
But he insulted you.
What do you mean that is not a crime?
It is a crime to use you.
You have nothing to do with it?
Yes, you do.
He hurt you.
He will pay.
Jail?
I don't care.
You do?
How dare you oppose me?
No.
Go away.
I don't want my medicine.
No.
I am not delusional.
I am sane.
He was here.
My brother was here.
We were going take the car for a spin. Now he is gone. Where is he?
Tell me where my brother is. I was going to take my brother to see George. He was going to have his revenge. George made that stupid comment again about his hair. He said that my brother was a leftover from the seventies, that punk was dead and that red mohawk hairdo styles belong to a different age. I told him we would have our revenge.
What?
Who is dead?
No.
That can't be. My brother was just here.
No.
I don't want an injection. They always make me see things that are not there.
What?
George killed my brother?
When?
Let me go.
This is insane.
Ouch.
That hurts.
Oh.
Here we go again.
I can feel myself falling again. Falling.
Let me go, I said. No. My brother is not dead. I don't care if they called me Lady Evil. I don't care if the court put me in an asylum. I don't remember those things. I just wanted to protect my brother. He is worth having it better than me. I will push away anyone who tries to hurt him.
Why am I falling asleep?
I am falling asleep ...
Dreaming.
Disillusion.
Screaming in the hallways of my life. I hear the voice of my brother. A knife in his belly. Me with the gun. George dead. My brother dead. Why can't I remember? I remember only when I am sleeping.
I feel myself waking up.
My brother.
Why are you here?
Have you understood me?
I told you so last Friday at the camp. You know when George made that weird comment about your hair.

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