Friday, March 25, 2011

Chapter 6: BURN, BABY, BURN.

My eyes snap open and I awaken to the sounds of my own screams. A masked man in a doctor's outfit is looking down at me. "You're a lucky dog, my friend." Still queasy, I try to spit out the words but nothing more than a unheard whisper comes out. I am laying down and my legs are propped up and I have a patient gown on. My body feels hot and irritated, like a severe untreated sunburn. I squirm from side to side in a marvelous attempt to get up but it's of no use.

A few hours drift on and the delicate sounds of the doctor's operating utensils clinking and clanking serenade my thoughts into another direction...

The doctor disappeared and suddenly I felt anxious. I had to leave. The feeling of vulnerability and delicacy. I pulled out of the I.V and started to and walked out. Nobody noticed. I tip toe to the exit hallway of the building and am confronted by a security guard who restrains me. "LET ME GO!" PLEASE JUST..." a black haze consumes the interior of the hallway and soon everything goes black.

I wake up. Right where I fell asleep. Trapped inside with the soaked garbage, hiding away from the angry horse-flies. All a dream. An seemingly endless dream...

Chapter 5: Bloody Tornados

REEEROOOREEEROOOREEEROOO! The siren sounds and the lights in my brain begin to fade in and out. My thoughts in a heated frenzy. I don't remember my last thought, perhaps it was my silent reflection in the garbage, or maybe it was later. I can't remember. The man in the ambulance tries to reenact the scene but I can't hear what he is saying or make out his mouthed words. He calls for my attention but I drift off and back into an altered state of consciousness.

Here I am, tying my black laced shoes, and combing back my greasy, think hair. I check myself out in the bathroom's mirror, and make my way down the stairs back to class. "You're late, Bill, and you have a responsibility to follow my instructions of timeliness. " The lady explains. "...maybe it's because you are different. Does your condition excuse you from the rest of us, Bill?" One second I'm facing an old woman with crooked teeth and ratty hair, and then my mind fades back into reality and I see the man in the ambulance. "HEY SON! CAN YOU HEAR ME, BOY? YOU HIT YOUR HEAD PRETTY...." But I lose my surroundings again and fade off to another place.

I awake on a beach. There are flocks of seagulls and cool breezes flowing uneasily through the air. A storm appears to be approaching and I can see the dark clouds making their way towards my vicinity. I look from side to side but see nobody but myself. Nobody but me. Everybody else has come and gone, left knowingly, escaping the troubles they can so obviously see tumbling their way. The storm grows violent and fierce, and the sand around me starts to lift up and spin. A cyclone of ferocious sand particles flying, scratching the sides of my face.  I bleed a little. And then I bleed a little more. What starts out as a cut and a drip of blood on my neck, grows into a uncontrollable gory mess. The sand tornado rips me to shreds, slowly, and I cannot move. I can only take the pain that is force upon me. I scream and yell but the pain won't subside! I look down at my arms and see parts of where my bone sticks out through broken skin. A dark bloody red tornado consumes me alive.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Chapter Four: Garbage Day!

"BEEP BEEP BEEP! Watch where you're going you hairy bitch!" The heavy spray of brown polluted water nearly knocked me off my feet. Cars flew by anxiously making it hard to cross the street. I picked up a piece of nearby garbage examining it for all it's worth. It's amazing to me how many neat things I can find, that people just throw away without a second glance. A brand new leather jacket... some Nike Dunks... and a functional coffee maker. Oh the ungrateful citizens of my city...

Salvaging all of the intriguing items, I make my way down the road a little until I notice something unusual...Everything heats up. I can feel beads of sweat surface on my palms and my neck starts to feel sore and numb. My eyes start to turn into giant flames and are beat-red. I cannot understand what sort of sickliness is engulfing me. Unfazed by this physical distress I continue making my way down the road. A swarm of horse flies appear from nowhere and start chasing me. Threatened by the swarm, I speedily avoid the conflict and sprint to a nearby public store. The rain prevailed and I soon found myself face-flat on the cement, scraped knees, and a broken ankle. The horse-flies felt no sympathy. While the pests bite viciously at my neck I am able to enclose my self in the nearby dumpster to wait-out any further physical damage.

Fucking annoying little monsters. It seems obscene to believe they could possibly prosper in such a soggy climate.