Day 10: The First Monster: The Green Drittsekk

Written by: Runë Mëdivh Warlöckë

January 4, 2026

Full credits to the artist. We only adjusted the face and added the necklaces!

I walked into the room with my boots scuffing the floor. I couldn’t handle what I was hearing. Another argument. Another stressed out moment. I wanted so desperately for things to be better. To grow but life is about sometimes waiting for shit.

I really hate that. Sometimes things take time. It’s the waiting that sucks. I feel like I’m on a conveyor belt holding onto to a lit candle that’s actually dynamite that could blow at any time sometimes.

I look around my room and I just breathe for a bit. Things aren’t really as bad as they feel. I can achieve all that I’m seeking. I just need to clear my head. Think. I hugged myself for a moment. I will okay.

I will get through this. Nothing is as bad as it seems. Life has a funny way of taking twists and turns. Right now, my luck is pretty bad but I know things will improve. The thoughts and the flashbacks are the worst though.

When I wake up in the middle of the night from another nightmare, I just can’t take it sometimes. I just want to seen and heard on how scary that medication was. How the psych ward was more horrific than being with my abuser ex.

A voice echoes in my head, “You know you are loved right? It’s going to get better.”

I blink. “Thank you, Merlin. I really feel like things are changing for the better. I just feel stuck a bit.”

Merlin’s cheerful voice pips back in, “Rune, I don’t care if your 15. I don’t care that you sometimes think with your ass rather than your brain too. I love you. You are protected and from now on when you need advice, help or support, you can look to me. I am right here. There is a plethora of council members and even outside people you can talk to. We will listen. We will be there for you. You are not alone.”

Rune sighed. “I just am scared of the past memories that keep coming up.”

Merlin’s voice was very centering and felt safe. I didn’t understand why people kept thinking I was the big asshole when that medication was more the reasoning for the psychotic break than trauma from the past.

“I know. Tell those memories that you are not there anymore. That you are sorry that we went through that. That we are not in that situation anymore. That we are safe and loved. That we are okay now.”

Rune nodded. “Okay Merlin. I will keep doing the affirmations. And I will ask for help from now on. I love you too.”

I stand tall with scruffy black hair, one blue and one green eye. Around my neck is a ankh necklace on a black cord. Another a black chain with the pentacle on it. I was the hot head according to the others of the system.

It’s not my fault that I’m 15 and fluctuate between 15 and 25. I refuse to let the trauma, my past, or anybody or anything stop me from being happy. I will not take that medication ever again. I will not interfere in the system’s routines and I am learning about politics and how to be affective with my communication instead of ranting like a twat.

I just want so badly for change to happen. I stare at my tub and I soak in the bubbles and I just keep thinking, How would Martin Luther King Junior do this modern day bullshit?

If he were alive today, would he be championing for our causes, and my thought is yes.

I miss my friends and I miss having a car. That is the worst part about being side swiped by idiots. I no longer have a car right now. But I refuse to let that grief take away from the joy I have that is building within.

As a whole, our system is no longer suicidal. We no longer self-harm. We are finally breaking through the flashbacks and nightmares. All by just writing everyday and repeating the mantra: I am not a bad person. I am loved. I am safe. I am okay. Its okay to feel my feelings. I will get through this. Then we hug whoever is out if they are okay with it. Its been rather weird with Bhaal Hellraiser giving me a hug.

I keep thinking, I better not piss him off, I really don’t’ want to be a zombie and be part of Dax’s undead hoard inner world. That sounds icky.

So I listen now and I follow the rules.

The Year was 1988

My first memory is of my relative, we will name him Green Drittsekk  (It means scumbag in Norwegian.) I was a mere child when I faced off against this evil being. He was dressed in all green with a grey beard. I stalked around the forest, evading his advances with every move.

I held my lofty lamb stuffed animal close by. Lamb was Precious to me. No, this wasn’t a Lord of the Rings Gollum thing. Trust me!

I loved that lamb with all my heart and soul. It was a precious moments lamb, with a pink locket around its neck. I turned left than right, evading him.

Until I was cornered by the large, green wooden man. He was a dryad. He poked me with a pointy stick and I cried as I bled. For over an hour, I endured fear and darkness, trapped in the alcove, unknown to my parents or anyone else.

When it was finally over, I ran away, fast, running to my parents for protection from the creature. They didn’t understand my panic or my words. I was only 4 at the time. It is there, I learned to hate them. Men.

For men, can be cruel and evil and not give a shit about you, when they have gotten what they want from you. I was confused and perplexed by the creature that was so allowed to roam freely in the woods where I was.

Little did I know that this "creature" would one day be in my life for a lot longer than a day.

That day I learned to hide in pockets, crevices, leaf litter and be still and quiet. It was the only way to avoid detection from the evil things that I call monsters.

I will be known as Roan. Since I will never give my dead name to you. Simply Roan.

Sincerely,

Runë Mëdivh Warlöckë

15 year old cohort of The Valerian Legion