Post by ikkenandaa on Oct 3, 2005 11:44:35 GMT -5
This was my first attempt at a short story, I wrote it two years ago for an english III project. She told us to write about being stranded somewhere. I chose something she would never expect.
Stranded Within my Own Mind
Screams echoing through the vast expanse of my mind. The interminable darkness of my true persona blanketing my own visage. Stranded within my own mind, I have control of my body no more. I watch consciously, yet, unconsciously as it, for it is me no more, continues to traverse the lonely streets of the broken down slums, which was once the biggest part of this damned city. A warm sanguine liquid runs softly down my cheek as a stinging pain shots up my spine. “How long have I been out….has He been in control?” Those questions echo through my mind as I try vainly to gain control of my own body. Once more I try to gain control and start to finally feel my arms, and the aching pain of many fresh cuts and bruises . Gaining control of my head once more, I turn to look upon my arm, flushed red with dried blood, the glint of a blade shining through the sanguine layer. Aghast I drop to me knees and gaze upon my own blood stained hands. “ What has he done… What have I done? ” Echoes of my screeching voice flow down the empty streets.
The barking of a dog brings me back to the twisted reality that is my life “I have to get this under control” The faint sound of sirens flow down the street foreshadowing the inevitable arrival of the police “I must get out of here” Standing, I stumble forward, a gash in my shin widening with excruciating pain, as I limp toward the closest alley. Nearly blind, I enter the alley with sirens closing in. Moving as fast as my torn leg will let me, I find my way down the dreary alleyway, the other side so close, yet, rising. Rising as I trip upon a miscellaneous object, strewn across the desolate walkway, landing face first upon the solid pavement, opening up my head as everything turned black once again. Looking around I stand within the void of my own subconscious, a never ending expanse of darkness, except for a small light, seemingly miles away. Why don’t you just give up? The cold words echo throughout the darkness You are too weak for this harsh world in which we live That impassive voice has spoken to me since my parents were killed Give me control and you shall live As the voice spoke a haunting vision of myself appeared before me, a mirror image, except for those eyes. The eyes of one who cares for nothing, no one Give me possession The figure speaks, although his mouth keeps unnervingly shut And I will take revenge for Their death! So tempting the offer was, revenge, that is all he wanted and then he would leave me, leave me forever. Yes… yes I should give him control, let him have his revenge and be done with it. Such a simple plan, yet, what will happen once he’s satisfied? If he ever becomes satisfied at all. The lives of innocents hang upon my choice There are no innocents left in this world the supernatural being spook Release me so I can cleanse the earth of the eternally perverse! “Fine, I succumb, I shall relea-- CLEAR!”
An electronic pulse flows through my body “CLEAR!” The shout comes to my ears once more, as I again feel a surge of electricity “One more time Damn it!” Another electrical surge flows through me and reflexively my eyelids open wide, to gaze into the face of an Emergency Medical Technician. Sirens of an ambulance finally reach my throbbing ears as a smile creases the EMT’s lips, I slowly began to recover my wits “Thought we lost ya for a minute there” His voice made him sound almost as if he actually cared for me. No, this is just another job for him, no one cares anymore. That one thought replayed through my mind as I fell unconscious once more. Have you finally decided? The voice upon which all my fears are based flows back to my ears “Yes, I have decided upon what I shall do. I shall get rid of you once and for all”
The cleanliness of a solid white ceiling greets me as I re-emerge into reality. My dilated pupils take in the sites of an all white room, a machine right beside the bed, I’ve no idea what it was, IV’s stuck within my wrist. Sitting up I slowly ripped the IV’s out of my body and took a better survey of the room. A door in the far corner, locked I bet, a few chairs for family, one small window and a side door, most likely a bathroom “I must find a way out” Standing I stumbled to the far door and tried opening it, locked, as I expected. With a deep sigh I stumbled to the bathroom and did my business. While washing my hands I made the mistake of looking into the mirror. I looked as if I had just been in a dog fight, probably was, with a blackened eye, my lip split in three places, deep cuts upon my cheeks and chin, and even a few teeth missing. Walking back into the room I noticed my clothes hanging on the edge of the bed. The green hospital gown I had on at the moment covered more then those shreds of fabric would, so I stuck with it “I need to get out” That one thought played through my mind as I surveyed the room once more. Using all of the little bit of strength I had left, I walked to a chair and picked it up, then threw it into the small window, shattering it, and setting off an alarm. Hurriedly I crawled through the window, ripping my gown and slicing my stomach clean open on the pieces of shattered glass. Upon reaching the road I fell upon the hood of a car, smearing it with the warm, sanguine liquid oozing from my stomach “They’re only scratches” I lied to myself as I stumbled onward, into the street and an oncoming car, knocking me backwards and into my sub conscience once more.
You think you can get rid of me? That voice, He appears in front of me once more You’ll never be rid of me! Images flash before my eye. Images of arson, murder and rape We have been through everything together Coldly he spoke to me “No we haven’t! You did those things, not us. I have done noth--” He broke me off So you think! You were the one who murdered them, your parents, you caused their death! Those last words of his repeated throughout my mind, as one image came to my eyes, the death of my parents, replaying itself over and over “Stop it, stop it now! I had no control over what happened, no--" CONTROL!?!? He cut me off once more You had control. You knew what could happen… how to stop it. Yet you didn’t The look upon his face, MY face, disgusted me. I turned away, just to see him once more You can’t get rid of me The tranquility in his voice was horrifying You haven’t the strength to a smirk creased his lips I will always be here Finally I had enough “You may always be here but you will not be in control. I’ve suffered enough because of you and will no longer!” His image started to fade “You were the one who caused all of this to happen, not me. You were the one who killed my parents, raped my girlfriend, burned down my house. It’s all your fault and I won’t take anymore!!” As I screamed his image, my image, faded away completely and I awoke once more to that solid white ceiling “I must pay for what he has done” The images of many more incidents came to mind “With my own life if may be… But I must atone” I tried to sit up but was held down by five leather straps, each one tightened to give me minimal moving space. I let out I deep sigh “At least I’m rid of Him” I foreign expression then crept upon my worn lips, a smile of minimal proportion as I realized “I’m free”
Stranded Within my Own Mind
Screams echoing through the vast expanse of my mind. The interminable darkness of my true persona blanketing my own visage. Stranded within my own mind, I have control of my body no more. I watch consciously, yet, unconsciously as it, for it is me no more, continues to traverse the lonely streets of the broken down slums, which was once the biggest part of this damned city. A warm sanguine liquid runs softly down my cheek as a stinging pain shots up my spine. “How long have I been out….has He been in control?” Those questions echo through my mind as I try vainly to gain control of my own body. Once more I try to gain control and start to finally feel my arms, and the aching pain of many fresh cuts and bruises . Gaining control of my head once more, I turn to look upon my arm, flushed red with dried blood, the glint of a blade shining through the sanguine layer. Aghast I drop to me knees and gaze upon my own blood stained hands. “ What has he done… What have I done? ” Echoes of my screeching voice flow down the empty streets.
The barking of a dog brings me back to the twisted reality that is my life “I have to get this under control” The faint sound of sirens flow down the street foreshadowing the inevitable arrival of the police “I must get out of here” Standing, I stumble forward, a gash in my shin widening with excruciating pain, as I limp toward the closest alley. Nearly blind, I enter the alley with sirens closing in. Moving as fast as my torn leg will let me, I find my way down the dreary alleyway, the other side so close, yet, rising. Rising as I trip upon a miscellaneous object, strewn across the desolate walkway, landing face first upon the solid pavement, opening up my head as everything turned black once again. Looking around I stand within the void of my own subconscious, a never ending expanse of darkness, except for a small light, seemingly miles away. Why don’t you just give up? The cold words echo throughout the darkness You are too weak for this harsh world in which we live That impassive voice has spoken to me since my parents were killed Give me control and you shall live As the voice spoke a haunting vision of myself appeared before me, a mirror image, except for those eyes. The eyes of one who cares for nothing, no one Give me possession The figure speaks, although his mouth keeps unnervingly shut And I will take revenge for Their death! So tempting the offer was, revenge, that is all he wanted and then he would leave me, leave me forever. Yes… yes I should give him control, let him have his revenge and be done with it. Such a simple plan, yet, what will happen once he’s satisfied? If he ever becomes satisfied at all. The lives of innocents hang upon my choice There are no innocents left in this world the supernatural being spook Release me so I can cleanse the earth of the eternally perverse! “Fine, I succumb, I shall relea-- CLEAR!”
An electronic pulse flows through my body “CLEAR!” The shout comes to my ears once more, as I again feel a surge of electricity “One more time Damn it!” Another electrical surge flows through me and reflexively my eyelids open wide, to gaze into the face of an Emergency Medical Technician. Sirens of an ambulance finally reach my throbbing ears as a smile creases the EMT’s lips, I slowly began to recover my wits “Thought we lost ya for a minute there” His voice made him sound almost as if he actually cared for me. No, this is just another job for him, no one cares anymore. That one thought replayed through my mind as I fell unconscious once more. Have you finally decided? The voice upon which all my fears are based flows back to my ears “Yes, I have decided upon what I shall do. I shall get rid of you once and for all”
The cleanliness of a solid white ceiling greets me as I re-emerge into reality. My dilated pupils take in the sites of an all white room, a machine right beside the bed, I’ve no idea what it was, IV’s stuck within my wrist. Sitting up I slowly ripped the IV’s out of my body and took a better survey of the room. A door in the far corner, locked I bet, a few chairs for family, one small window and a side door, most likely a bathroom “I must find a way out” Standing I stumbled to the far door and tried opening it, locked, as I expected. With a deep sigh I stumbled to the bathroom and did my business. While washing my hands I made the mistake of looking into the mirror. I looked as if I had just been in a dog fight, probably was, with a blackened eye, my lip split in three places, deep cuts upon my cheeks and chin, and even a few teeth missing. Walking back into the room I noticed my clothes hanging on the edge of the bed. The green hospital gown I had on at the moment covered more then those shreds of fabric would, so I stuck with it “I need to get out” That one thought played through my mind as I surveyed the room once more. Using all of the little bit of strength I had left, I walked to a chair and picked it up, then threw it into the small window, shattering it, and setting off an alarm. Hurriedly I crawled through the window, ripping my gown and slicing my stomach clean open on the pieces of shattered glass. Upon reaching the road I fell upon the hood of a car, smearing it with the warm, sanguine liquid oozing from my stomach “They’re only scratches” I lied to myself as I stumbled onward, into the street and an oncoming car, knocking me backwards and into my sub conscience once more.
You think you can get rid of me? That voice, He appears in front of me once more You’ll never be rid of me! Images flash before my eye. Images of arson, murder and rape We have been through everything together Coldly he spoke to me “No we haven’t! You did those things, not us. I have done noth--” He broke me off So you think! You were the one who murdered them, your parents, you caused their death! Those last words of his repeated throughout my mind, as one image came to my eyes, the death of my parents, replaying itself over and over “Stop it, stop it now! I had no control over what happened, no--" CONTROL!?!? He cut me off once more You had control. You knew what could happen… how to stop it. Yet you didn’t The look upon his face, MY face, disgusted me. I turned away, just to see him once more You can’t get rid of me The tranquility in his voice was horrifying You haven’t the strength to a smirk creased his lips I will always be here Finally I had enough “You may always be here but you will not be in control. I’ve suffered enough because of you and will no longer!” His image started to fade “You were the one who caused all of this to happen, not me. You were the one who killed my parents, raped my girlfriend, burned down my house. It’s all your fault and I won’t take anymore!!” As I screamed his image, my image, faded away completely and I awoke once more to that solid white ceiling “I must pay for what he has done” The images of many more incidents came to mind “With my own life if may be… But I must atone” I tried to sit up but was held down by five leather straps, each one tightened to give me minimal moving space. I let out I deep sigh “At least I’m rid of Him” I foreign expression then crept upon my worn lips, a smile of minimal proportion as I realized “I’m free”
