The Story of My Life (but not as you know it), chapter 5
The sky bled a sick green. It was the only colour. Everything else was different shades grey. Every tree, every leaf, every bird that flew over head. Grey. I had no idea where I was going. The usual surroundings were gone and replaced with a forest. Trees scratched the sky and my bare legs. They were blood covered, bruised and not really any use. I was exhausted but had to keep going. They weren't catching me today.
"Era uoy reverehw tuo emoc, tuo emoc." He sang. They weren't far behind. I panted as I reached a clearing, or a cliff as it really was. Shit! Wrong way! I couldn't go back. They were to close. I looked over the edge. A solid drop of 500 feet, at least! Shit. A stick snapped behind me. He was here, his green eyes matching the sky. There was only one. Where's the other one? Where's the other one?
"Enog s'eh. Ereh ton s'eh." He said, in his strange backwards way. As before the man advanced. I couldn't move back. I was stuck. He pulled his gun. Shot or jump? Shot or jump? JUMP! I jumped off the cliff, the man swearing in response. The wind rushed past my ears and I felt strangely clam. I may still be dieing but I'd beaten him. At last I'd beaten him, well, that's what I thought. The man had jumped as well as was a few seconds behind me. LEAVE ME ALONE!
"Not this time dude." A voice boomed. I stopped falling. The grey surroundings were replaced with swirling blues and whites. I was floating in mid air. The man was not so lucky. He continued to fall to his death. I felt hands on my back. I wasn't floating after all. The person who was holding me popped his head up. It was him.
"How does it feel like to fly?" He asked, his spiky brown hair all over the place.
"Citsatnaf." I shouted, then screamed because I was talking backwards.
"Relax. I can fix that." The man placed on of his hands on my heart. A rush of warmth ran through me and the man smiled. He removed his hand and placed it on my back again.
"Say something."
"Like what?" I asked. Ahh! I spoke normally.
"That'll do just fine. You'll now understand what 'they' say."
"Thanks." The man let go and I continued to float. "Who are you?" I asked. He grinned. He looked so familiar...
"I am your... guardian angel, shall we say. For me to tell you who I really am would take years."
"Then who's that guy?" I said, pointing to the ground. "And where's his partner?"
"His partner in non insistent. You are not afraid of him anymore so he disappeared. As for him... " He said, looking at the ground. "He is what you fear most and eventually you will have to face him to be free of your nightmares."
"What do you mean face him?"
"I can't tell. That's something you have to find out for yourself. But it won't be pretty." The man drifted away, leaving me floating in the sky. The world turned grey and green once more and I fell. Fell to my death on sharp, piercing rocks and boulders, breaking every bone in my body.
My eyes snapped open. The usual padded walls stared back. Billie and Mike were huddled in separate corners. Tre was still next to me, one arm over my shoulders, snoring lightly on my head. I'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. I rested my head there again and stared at the door, someone would be along any minuet. Some banged on the door, making everyone jump.
"Food!" The person shouted, sliding a tray through the hatch at the bottom of the door. No one moved and everyone was staring at me.
"You can eat it if you want." I said. They never drugged the first meal. Billie and Mike dived for it, fighting like children. Tre stayed where he was. He did remove his arm to scratch his back but that was it. The person came back and slid a cup through the hatch. Red and blue pills filled it in a jelly like liquid.
"What the fuck is that?" Billie asked.
"My medication." I said, picking it up and throwing it at the door, the contents going everywhere.
"Is that wise?" Tre asked.
"No." I said. "But why should I care?"
I should have cared. Now I'm shaking in a corner, mumbling to myself and shouting whenever someone comes to close. Damn medication. I never used to be like this. I'm fucking addicted to shitty little pills and some bastard jelly crap that clogs up my throat and makes me gag. They don't even taste nice. They taste like they've been soaking in a toilet for twenty years. But I need them. I need them more than anything right now. I just don't feel right. My had feels twice it's normal size, I can't move my arms without wincing, I have a huge bruise on my chest and I can't breathe right, oh wait, that was from yesterday. I try to breathe in deeply but I can't. Something is seriously wrong. I try again. It still hurts. A loud guitar riff plays in my head and I find myself nodding along. It's a slow balled thing. I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone. I'm sure I was imagining it. No one else seemed to notice it. It was a welcome change to the silence. I was still nodding and staring at the door, thinking of a way out. That's when it hit me, or rather, I hit it bang on. I wasn't concentring on what I was doing so I walked right into it. The force made me fall back. A small crack appeared in the glass.
"BINGO!" I screamed. I looked at the shoes they were wearing. Converse, converse, proper shoes!
"Billie, give us your shoes." I said.
"What? Not taking those pills has screwed you up." He shrugged.
"Fuck this." I grabbed the shoe off his foot and started whacking the window. More and more cracks appeared. Small pieces of glass fell away. I cleaned up the edges so we could get out.
"You are a fucking genius." Mike said. "Why didn't we think of that?"
"Cause you've been mopping around all day."
"We are not going to fit through there." Tre said. The hole was small. "You can, but we can't."
"Then it's a solo rescue mission." I said, climbing out the window. Small pieces of glass scratched my sides but I landed softly on the other side.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." I promised, running down the corridor. Escape was one pill free day away.
"She isn't coming back." Billie sang as I peered out of the window for the fifth time.
"Shut the fuck up Billie. You've been so fucking negative ever since I told you we were coming here." I snapped.
"And I had good fucking reason. Look where we are Tre. We are in a padded fucking cell and our only hope is a little nutcase who stabs people with pencils!" I punched him and he fell back, clutching his cheek.
"Shut the fuck up, you arrogant little shit! Have a little more faith in things. And she stabbed someone once when she was six!" I corrected.
"Tre, calm down. Don't start this now. It's not worth it." The reasoning voice of Mike reached my ears. At least he was positive about this.
I never knew there were so many corridors in this place. Keep focused. You have to get them out before they kill each other. Ok, where is it? Left or right? Right leads to the cells so it must be left. I was still running. I had no idea I was so fit. Ever corridor was screwed up. The doors were hanging of their hinges, water was all over the floor, among other things, and no was around. I'd never seen the place so quiet. It was eerily quiet and I soon found out why. I entered the main hall and there had been a disaster. Everyone was dead. Their bodies were surrounded by pills and blood. Most had died form overdoses but a few committed suicide, at least that's what it looked like. The heavy doors slammed behind me.
"Remember when your friend asked me what my problem was, you are about to find out." Benson's deep voice made me shiver. He walked over to where I was standing, knife in one hand, blood covering the other.
"You murdered them." I said. He ran his bloody fingers along my arms. I was too scared to move.
"Very good, but I bet you can't guess why. It's really easy. Go one, guess." He chuckled. This is bad. Very, very, very bad.
"Because this is the only way to get out?" I was shaking again.
"Correct, but there's on thing I want to do before I make my escape." Oh shit. He wiped his fingers and dropped the knife. I could guess what would happen next. He grabbed my waist and kissed me. AHH! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!! NO, NO, NO PLEASE DON'T! Great I'm now on the floor, surrounded by dead bodies, being fondled by a psychopathic freak... who now HAS HIS HAND DOWN MY TROUSERS!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!,
Maybe Billie was right. Maybe she wasn't coming back. I really hope she does. I'm not getting stuck in here with these two arguing all day for the rest of my life, living off fucking candy, getting fatter and fatter.
"Oh will you too shut up!" I shouted. They sat at opposite sides of the room. I rubbed my temples, I was gonna get one hell of a headache tomorrow.
I was gonna be sick, I could feel it. I just stared, wide eyed at the ceiling. I hated myself. I just wanted to die. If someone had given m a gun I would have shot myself, then and there. No, snap out of it. You have to save them, remember. Now get up and don't break down. I slowly got up and pulled my trousers back on. Benson, thank Christ, was asleep. It must have been really late. To the office!
"Era uoy reverehw tuo emoc, tuo emoc." He sang. They weren't far behind. I panted as I reached a clearing, or a cliff as it really was. Shit! Wrong way! I couldn't go back. They were to close. I looked over the edge. A solid drop of 500 feet, at least! Shit. A stick snapped behind me. He was here, his green eyes matching the sky. There was only one. Where's the other one? Where's the other one?
"Enog s'eh. Ereh ton s'eh." He said, in his strange backwards way. As before the man advanced. I couldn't move back. I was stuck. He pulled his gun. Shot or jump? Shot or jump? JUMP! I jumped off the cliff, the man swearing in response. The wind rushed past my ears and I felt strangely clam. I may still be dieing but I'd beaten him. At last I'd beaten him, well, that's what I thought. The man had jumped as well as was a few seconds behind me. LEAVE ME ALONE!
"Not this time dude." A voice boomed. I stopped falling. The grey surroundings were replaced with swirling blues and whites. I was floating in mid air. The man was not so lucky. He continued to fall to his death. I felt hands on my back. I wasn't floating after all. The person who was holding me popped his head up. It was him.
"How does it feel like to fly?" He asked, his spiky brown hair all over the place.
"Citsatnaf." I shouted, then screamed because I was talking backwards.
"Relax. I can fix that." The man placed on of his hands on my heart. A rush of warmth ran through me and the man smiled. He removed his hand and placed it on my back again.
"Say something."
"Like what?" I asked. Ahh! I spoke normally.
"That'll do just fine. You'll now understand what 'they' say."
"Thanks." The man let go and I continued to float. "Who are you?" I asked. He grinned. He looked so familiar...
"I am your... guardian angel, shall we say. For me to tell you who I really am would take years."
"Then who's that guy?" I said, pointing to the ground. "And where's his partner?"
"His partner in non insistent. You are not afraid of him anymore so he disappeared. As for him... " He said, looking at the ground. "He is what you fear most and eventually you will have to face him to be free of your nightmares."
"What do you mean face him?"
"I can't tell. That's something you have to find out for yourself. But it won't be pretty." The man drifted away, leaving me floating in the sky. The world turned grey and green once more and I fell. Fell to my death on sharp, piercing rocks and boulders, breaking every bone in my body.
My eyes snapped open. The usual padded walls stared back. Billie and Mike were huddled in separate corners. Tre was still next to me, one arm over my shoulders, snoring lightly on my head. I'd fallen asleep on his shoulder. I rested my head there again and stared at the door, someone would be along any minuet. Some banged on the door, making everyone jump.
"Food!" The person shouted, sliding a tray through the hatch at the bottom of the door. No one moved and everyone was staring at me.
"You can eat it if you want." I said. They never drugged the first meal. Billie and Mike dived for it, fighting like children. Tre stayed where he was. He did remove his arm to scratch his back but that was it. The person came back and slid a cup through the hatch. Red and blue pills filled it in a jelly like liquid.
"What the fuck is that?" Billie asked.
"My medication." I said, picking it up and throwing it at the door, the contents going everywhere.
"Is that wise?" Tre asked.
"No." I said. "But why should I care?"
I should have cared. Now I'm shaking in a corner, mumbling to myself and shouting whenever someone comes to close. Damn medication. I never used to be like this. I'm fucking addicted to shitty little pills and some bastard jelly crap that clogs up my throat and makes me gag. They don't even taste nice. They taste like they've been soaking in a toilet for twenty years. But I need them. I need them more than anything right now. I just don't feel right. My had feels twice it's normal size, I can't move my arms without wincing, I have a huge bruise on my chest and I can't breathe right, oh wait, that was from yesterday. I try to breathe in deeply but I can't. Something is seriously wrong. I try again. It still hurts. A loud guitar riff plays in my head and I find myself nodding along. It's a slow balled thing. I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams, where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone. I'm sure I was imagining it. No one else seemed to notice it. It was a welcome change to the silence. I was still nodding and staring at the door, thinking of a way out. That's when it hit me, or rather, I hit it bang on. I wasn't concentring on what I was doing so I walked right into it. The force made me fall back. A small crack appeared in the glass.
"BINGO!" I screamed. I looked at the shoes they were wearing. Converse, converse, proper shoes!
"Billie, give us your shoes." I said.
"What? Not taking those pills has screwed you up." He shrugged.
"Fuck this." I grabbed the shoe off his foot and started whacking the window. More and more cracks appeared. Small pieces of glass fell away. I cleaned up the edges so we could get out.
"You are a fucking genius." Mike said. "Why didn't we think of that?"
"Cause you've been mopping around all day."
"We are not going to fit through there." Tre said. The hole was small. "You can, but we can't."
"Then it's a solo rescue mission." I said, climbing out the window. Small pieces of glass scratched my sides but I landed softly on the other side.
"I'll be back as soon as I can." I promised, running down the corridor. Escape was one pill free day away.
"She isn't coming back." Billie sang as I peered out of the window for the fifth time.
"Shut the fuck up Billie. You've been so fucking negative ever since I told you we were coming here." I snapped.
"And I had good fucking reason. Look where we are Tre. We are in a padded fucking cell and our only hope is a little nutcase who stabs people with pencils!" I punched him and he fell back, clutching his cheek.
"Shut the fuck up, you arrogant little shit! Have a little more faith in things. And she stabbed someone once when she was six!" I corrected.
"Tre, calm down. Don't start this now. It's not worth it." The reasoning voice of Mike reached my ears. At least he was positive about this.
I never knew there were so many corridors in this place. Keep focused. You have to get them out before they kill each other. Ok, where is it? Left or right? Right leads to the cells so it must be left. I was still running. I had no idea I was so fit. Ever corridor was screwed up. The doors were hanging of their hinges, water was all over the floor, among other things, and no was around. I'd never seen the place so quiet. It was eerily quiet and I soon found out why. I entered the main hall and there had been a disaster. Everyone was dead. Their bodies were surrounded by pills and blood. Most had died form overdoses but a few committed suicide, at least that's what it looked like. The heavy doors slammed behind me.
"Remember when your friend asked me what my problem was, you are about to find out." Benson's deep voice made me shiver. He walked over to where I was standing, knife in one hand, blood covering the other.
"You murdered them." I said. He ran his bloody fingers along my arms. I was too scared to move.
"Very good, but I bet you can't guess why. It's really easy. Go one, guess." He chuckled. This is bad. Very, very, very bad.
"Because this is the only way to get out?" I was shaking again.
"Correct, but there's on thing I want to do before I make my escape." Oh shit. He wiped his fingers and dropped the knife. I could guess what would happen next. He grabbed my waist and kissed me. AHH! NO! GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FREAK!!! NO, NO, NO PLEASE DON'T! Great I'm now on the floor, surrounded by dead bodies, being fondled by a psychopathic freak... who now HAS HIS HAND DOWN MY TROUSERS!!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!,
Maybe Billie was right. Maybe she wasn't coming back. I really hope she does. I'm not getting stuck in here with these two arguing all day for the rest of my life, living off fucking candy, getting fatter and fatter.
"Oh will you too shut up!" I shouted. They sat at opposite sides of the room. I rubbed my temples, I was gonna get one hell of a headache tomorrow.
I was gonna be sick, I could feel it. I just stared, wide eyed at the ceiling. I hated myself. I just wanted to die. If someone had given m a gun I would have shot myself, then and there. No, snap out of it. You have to save them, remember. Now get up and don't break down. I slowly got up and pulled my trousers back on. Benson, thank Christ, was asleep. It must have been really late. To the office!
