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I always had trouble understanding others. Growing up I never played with the other children. My grandfather said it was because my mind was too busy thinking of brilliant idea to actually talk to the others. I believed him. I believed in him for 17 years, that all stopped today. It all ended when I was riding my bike to the local market so I could pick up scrap parts for my grandfather. He said they were for his hovertech76 His prized antique hover car. As I made my way down the pavement I saw the market coming up from the horizon and suddenly everything freezes The birds in the sky, the leaves in the air, my bike, everything. I can’t move my head. I am paralyzed. “What’s happening?” I thought frantically to myself “Someone help! Someone please!” But just a quickly as I was put into this horrifying state I was snapped back to my bike. Birds chirping the leaves hit the floor but something is different, I am in the market that was barely in eye sight just moments ago. I slam my brakes. Directing my unblinking eyes towards the ground I start to breath heavily. “What on Earth just happened?” My thoughts scatter, my heart begins to race, Darkness. I awake to lukewarm water dripping down my forehead from a damp towel. I feel a thick liquid against my back. I scan the area, Unfamiliar. I find myself lying in a cot in a filthy room. The sight room itself was depressing, not that it was in extremely bad conditions but it was all…brown, the kind of brown that makes you feel depressed. It reeked of fish and motor oil, one of the queerest combinations of scents I have encountered. My ears start to pick up the deep monotones of a man speaking in other room. In my drowsy state I couldn’t make out exactly what he said but I did manage to g... ... middle of paper ... ... but I wasn’t paying attention and there was a crash. I came out fine but you…I could lose you. So I took action, I took every part that I could from that old hover car and I fixed you, I fixed my baby girl. But I couldn’t bring myself to tell you, to tell you that you were different, that you weren’t all human. So I kept it from you. But recently the parts I used that day were getting old, collecting dust you started to glitch and teleport. so I called up my old friend from college, we used to major in quantum physics together, and he told me he had some parts that would work even better than the ones you already have. He runs a fish merchant booth in the market.” He hugged me, fighting back the tears “I just love you so much” I hugged him back “It’s ok” I whispered. “I forgive you, papa”. I lied. Now it was my turn to give false joy, it was my turn to pretend.
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
Squatting on the ground, I was weeping. I couldn’t see anything, not even my hand although it was not far from me. I made my eyes widely open to make sure if my eyes went blind or not. When it was around 8pm, I started looking for the window. Touching my hands on the corners of the room, I finally found it. I used up all my energy opening the window, but it was covered with hard dust and it was rigid. I fell down, and cried a lot. I couldn’t sleep throughout the whole night, because I was hungry and thirsty. In addition to this, it was cold in the middle of that night. I was shivering and coughing persistently. Time passed, and it was early in the morning, but nothing
I wake up from a long night's sleep, it's dark, it may still be night. My sheets are in a slightly ruffled, but still neat mess. I look at the clock to the left of my bed, it's 5:30 in the morning. I stretch my arms out while still laying back, and as I do... my right arm brushes against something. I just felt my cat, so I pet it and roll back over to my left side to get comfortable before going back to sleep since it was the weekend, and I had a few hours before anything needed to be done. Right as I get comfortable again something shifts in my bed on the right hand side, I could hear a slight yawn from behind me as well. It was a woman's voice that I heard next. She mumbles something softly and sensing the warmth, moves over towards my back and settles back into
A heightened sense of confusion began to slowly increase with every heartbeat, and my eyes darted rapidly in attempt to analyse my surroundings. This task proved to be immensely difficult, as I had very little light at my disposition. A single candle burned slowly in the corner, dimly lighting the room, and eventually revealing the unavailability of a door, and the absence of windows. Briefly, I was comforted by the darkness; the way it enveloped me, like a jacket does on a brisk December morning. Soon, an inevitable paranoia set in, merging into my brain, and refusing to leave. Up until now, I had neglected to think about how I ended up alone, and in the confinements this room. Having easily lost track of time, I had noticed a continuum of loud noises beginning to emerge, and each frequency bouncing off the cold walls from every direction. Was I really
...e red lady blows a light, grayish puff of smoke in my direction and my eyes begin to twitch. My two brown eyelids flutter awake, and I slowly become aware of my surroundings. It is a late night in the city, and I can hear the streetlight buzzing above me. I roll onto my stomach and find the little girl in the same state as I had earlier, coughing incessantly. My stomach growls, and the car tires circle rhythmically on the warm, wet pavement. I awake from one nightmare, and continue to combat the real struggles in my life.
I woke up feeling exhausted and wondering what the day has in store. The giant sun rose into the sky-high above and the sea shimmered in the sunlight as the first rays of morning sun tiptoed through the sand making its way towards me. The light ran furiously and parched my closed eyelids as it poured in a white image. The sounds pounded my head like a construction site. In between this time, I prised open my eyes and saw a bottle of VB lying on the carpet and next to it was an ash tray full of cigarette buds.
I lie face down on my bed. The pillow under my head his damp and my head hurts and my face burns from the salt in my tears. Pushing myself up I looked around. There's no disembodied mouths, no terrible humanoid monsters. I'm in my room alone. In my panic I've trashed the place but it's nothing a good clean up can't fix. I feel empty. The catharsis is over and there is nothing left in me but a weak feeling of uneasiness. Manic hallucinations always leave me like this. Sluggish, I kick my way under the blankets and tuck myself in. I'll sleep for a while then clean up.
I sit in the waiting room of the local hospital, clutching my hands in a fist. There are a lot of people even at this late of an hour all shuffling about, going up to the receptionists’ desk with scowls on their faces. They speak in harsh words and point at the clock. It seems like I’m the only calm one in a state of confusion, but I’m too scared to get up or do anything. My spine grinds against the back of the chair as I shift position so I’m hunched over. My hands are white and shaking, and my throat is parched but I gulp anyway as a lady comes up to me. I see only her sneakers and don’t meet her eyes.
I woke up in a tiny, unfamiliar bed to the sound of either a gunshot or an engine backfiring. I rolled out of bed onto a cold, artificial feeling floor and squinted as the sun glinted off of the steel bars covering the room’s single window. I put on a fresh set of clothes that someone had hastily folded and dropped on the floor. I took one last look at the window, catching a glimpse of skyscrapers in the distance, and headed out of this new room. Then I stubbed my toe on a stove. The pain immediately cleared the early morning haze in my brain. I definitely wasn't in my own house, I don’t live in a city, have bars over my windows, and my bedroom certainly doesn't open directly into the kitchen.
Water. This is my first thought as I slowly manage to pull my eyes open and squint against the harsh sunlight streaming through my bedroom window. My mouth feels like I’m holding a cotton ball between my teeth and I blindly reach for a water bottle on my nightstand. As I bring the bottle to my lips I nearly cry out from the splitting pain that is coming from my head. I stumble to the bathroom in search of Advil and pause when I glance at my reflection. My hair is disheveled and I’m still wearing last night’s clothes. My eyes are bloodshot and mascara coats my under eyes, my lips dry and cracked. The events of the previous night play through my mind. The pounding music that makes my head hurt just thinking about it, the stuffy basement and a
The solace and happiness that I haven’t felt in years stripped away leaving me feeling empty at the sudden emotional overwhelm to nothing. I hear a voice speak in a robotic and monotone voice but there was no indication of where it was coming from. “Unable to correct balance of emotion, been under construction of perfection for 2 days and 12 hours. Data gathered suspicion of goal of the Dreamer’s Eye and the extensive amount of information gathering will render subject :Oliver Jackson with life threatening side effects and extreme mental instability.” I start to panic this is what I feared the most the system would render me to far gone to fix and would- “Only sought solution is to eliminate subject.” Then the system switch from robotic voice and turned in to my mother’s and spoke the most horrifying words in the most comforting tone. “Oliver honey I’m sorry I had to be this way, the Dreamer’s Eye was brought out to help achieve research on the purpose of dreams and provide scientists with varying data, but as you thought early on the result of this leaves people different and recently when done on people with brain chemical imbalance the brain gets fried and mental state is beyond repair.” “So I would like to say goodbye honey, the system knew that hearing my voice would make it hurt less.” That was the last of any sort of voice I heard. I was lying down in the clean room of white. Staring feeling myself getting
Disappointment, disbelief and fear filled my mind as I lye on my side, sandwiched between the cold, soft dirt and the hot, slick metal of the car. The weight of the car pressed down on the lower half of my body with monster force. It did not hurt, my body was numb. All I could feel was the car hood's mass stamping my body father and farther into the ground. My lungs felt pinched shut and air would neither enter nor escape them. My mind was buzzing. What had just happened? In the distance, on that cursed road, I saw cars driving by completely unaware of what happened, how I felt. I tried to yell but my voice was unheard. All I could do was wait. Wait for someone to help me or wait to die.
I let out a withered sigh, which caused me to choke in the middle of yet another sob. I had had enough. I weakly pulled myself out of the pool and walked to my towel. I grabbed the huge, orange and white stripped thing and wrapped it around my shivering body, hoping to find some warmth and comfort; but even my monstrous beach towel could not cut the chill I felt inside. I started to walk to the changing room past the hundred faces I knew nothing of, but by now were familiar. I had searched each face a hundred times hoping to see someone I knew. Finally, I realized that I knew none of them, and the person I was looking for just wasn't coming.
As I lay face toward the ground I knew I messed up. If only I would have listened. It happened so fast, as if it were a flash of light. We started to run. Busting through all the doors and not looking back; however, we knew there was no chance of getting away. I find myself separating from the group, not on purpose, but I realized after the fact it was a smart plan. I came out the back doors into a huge parking lot. The only thing visible was a bright flash of red and blue. I slowly laid down, put my hands on my back, and prayed. I prayed that somehow I would get out of this. I see boots walk up an inch away from my face almost in a disappointed manner. Peer pressure and a yearn for acceptance are the worst possible situations/emotions a person
I stood on the firm sidewalk with a pink suitcase in my hands. Puzzled, I stared at the beautiful, white, house in front of me. Large windows and a big front porch stared at me. I was completely afraid of what was about to happen to my seemingly perfect life. I remember standing there, feeling as if my body was frozen. I couldn’t seem to pick my feet up and join my mom and dad at the front porch. I saw my mom wave at me to come inside. As I start to walk, I remember seeing my two brothers come out of the car, as well as, two other familiar faces. Everything at this point didn’t make much sense to me, but I just did as I was told and walked. I meet my brothers and two cousins at the door. My mom is smiling from ear-to-ear. All I could think