This is my piece for the 10/11/2015 Workshop.
It is a smaller section taken from a 4000 words short story, so if you do get confused obviously mention that on Tuesday.
You
You wake.
Your eyes snapping open and begin gasping mouth wide. Eyes blurring out because of the bright sun shining through the pristine window. The white walls blinding you just as much as the sun, glaring back at you from afar.
There’s a monitor beeping softly next to you, with wires weaving all the way over to you. You look down at your right arm that was crossed over your waist, resting softly over the blue covers that cover your body from chest down. You’re almost sat upright in the bed, a mountain of pillows behind you, soft and very comforting. You turn your head slowly, trying to ease the pounding throb that was hitting the back of your skull in increasing waves.
Your eyes find the dark door, with a small square window obscuring your view of any of the outside world. You don’t know where you are.
Confused and dazed you lift you sore body off the bed and slump into a mess of limbs, your muscles aching and craving the attention needed to ease the pain. Shuffling your legs to edge of the bed you let them dangle heavily, your warm toes just brushing against the hard cold tile floor.
Dragging your bottom to the edge of the bed, you place your wobbly feet to the ground, while holding tightly on to the end, you shakily lift yourself up. Your knees sway and shudder as you try to regain balance that you knew you once had.
Staggering forward you fall to the ground with a loud crack, your hands slamming onto the solid floor. Tears escape your eyes, swimming and brimming and you bit your lip in agonising pain. You clench and unclench your fist, biting your lip and letting out an anguish moan.
Pain races through your body and you cry out smacking your palm down repeated against the floor in aggravation. Looking up, you let the tears swim as you persevere in standing up. Getting to your floundering legs you take smaller, cautious steps forward shuffling almost instead of lifting your legs and holding your hands out.
You stop, wobbling slightly, but having regained some your balance you get a good look around the room. You can’t believe you missed the mirror in front of you, it’s like the one you get in police integration rooms but a lot smaller then what you have seen in movies. You can see your fragile reflection, staring confusingly back at you.
Frail bony body, hunched over, and pale.
Scared and alone with only your reflection to keep you company. Tilting your head your see your reflection do the same. Obviously, but your head is pounding heavily in the back of your head that everything is confusing. Stumbling back to the bed you rest your bum on the edge, hands shakily rest on your knees, your stomach twisting and churning. Bowing your head forward you try to calm your erratic heart and the sick pit rolling around in your stomach.
Before it ends up on the floor, a small puddle.
The mantra of ‘where am I, where the fuck am I’ playing like tripping record in your broken mind. You take a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself before you try to remember the last thing you were doing. You close your eyes and slow your breathing.
You can see flashing lights. Bright flashing lights. Ones that are so bright you want to squint. Your friends are there.
You can see their faces. Just faces, a muddle of eyes and mouths. Blue eyes standing out the most.
There where muddle of bodies.
So many.
So close.
Your clench your eyes tighter, hoping that will relieve the pressure in your head and release some memories. It was hard to concentrate when the last thing you can remember are these dark blue eyes. Blue, there it is again. Sinister or not, something you can’t remember yet.
Opening your eyes while sighing you begin looking around the room again. Curious about the huge mirror this time, you go up and look closer with an intense inspection, trying to ignore all of the hair on your body standing on edge.
You remember this. Someone watching you, their gaze on your face. On your hand. On your glass.
Raising your right hand you stare at it curiously. Nothing really special about your midget hands, small stubby fingers but something little seeming so important. A missing piece in your memory. It’s like you were holding a drink and that you were drinking this drink. You were drinking something.
Having a drink with your friends.
Loud sirens erupted into the room. Glaring sound immobilising you as you crash to the floor. You smash your hands against your ears as if they were going to protect you from the penetrating sound. You scream, not hearing your own voice but you scream anyway. Curling up on the floor you sob quietly.
Legs pushed up into your chest and arms tucked into your sides.
Shivering and sobbing you lay there, letting the sound surge around you.
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