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| Anomy | Jan 11 2009, 06:51 PM Post #1 |
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They were talking to me. I think. I’m not really sure. It’s still fuzzy. Sort of. The only thing that I was really sure of was Lia. But it was strange, because there were two of them. I wondered for a fleeting moment if they had upped my medication again. I was pretty sure they had, because behind the two Lias were shadows of myself. The shadows were muttering loudly, their strained voices mingling with the younger Lia. She was talking to me, crying for me, and pleading with me. The older Lia didn’t say anything; she just stared. Her bottom lip was quivering, like she wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words. I wanted to tell them to stop acting like I was on my freaking death bed. I just had to figure out how my motor skills worked again. That, I thought, wouldn’t be hard at all. “Lilli,” I could discern some of what she was saying, “back,” Her words were like a bad cell phone connection, going in an out and skipping syllables so that words were indistinguishable. “Sor…y… alt,” I had a strange impulse to smack her over the head, but my muscles were still not functioning. Neither, apparently, was my hearing. Behind the young Lia, a shadow reached forward and started pulling the older Lia away. I wanted to scream, pull her back- I wanted to know her. Why, I have no idea. My body knew something that my mind didn’t. “S-,” Why was it so hard to talk? “St-,” Maybe, I reasoned, a different letter would be easier, “-id…don-,” Suddenly I felt very aware. It wasn’t that my muscles weren’t functioning; they couldn’t. “leaf…” I meant to say ‘leave’ but it came out as ‘leaf.’ Weird. “Lee…ah…” The shadow stretched his (its?) arms around her. She was engulfed by the dark figure and they started to dissolve. “You… bas…ard…” I knew him. I knew him, but I couldn’t see him. It was all too fuzzy. “Come back!” The first comprehensive sentence, but there was more, “Lilli, please, open your eyes!” But I couldn’t keep them open any more. The pleas turned into screams. Not screams like someone’s getting thrashed in the parking lot, screams that raise past normal octaves and bury themselves in your mind, just waiting to come back to haunt you on a lonely night. It was a scream like someone’s world was falling to pieces. The shadows started to move again. This time they pulled the eight-year old Lia away. I came to the sharp realization that I was in pain; and that was putting it mildly. She clung to my arm, tears pouring down her face like raindrops, as the shadows struggled to take her away from me. “Lee..ah…” I would have reached out to her, I tried so hard, but… The voices were starting to get fuzzy again. “G- out- ere-,” Lia was disappearing too. I could still hear the faint echoes of her chocked shrieks. Suddenly, she was gone. Then it was like someone cut all of the power. Every sense I possessed simply ceased to exist, except- of course- the pain. I could feel. That was all. I couldn’t move, but I could feel the brisk hands working all over my body. Some were gentle, helpful, and others broke bones and tore flesh away. I was screaming. At least, I think I was. Then all of the feeling started to rush away from me; the busy, well-trained fingers no more than a reverberation of what they were. I couldn’t see, but my eyes were working. Wait, that’s not right. My eyes were closed, out of necessity. It was like sticking your face in a chlorine pool and trying to open your eyes underwater, despite the potentially hazardous chemicals. But it wasn’t chemicals; it was something thicker that I couldn’t place. My sight stopped working, but I could taste it. And the smell… the smell. Something that wasn’t supposed to be burnt was. The acrid odor stung my nostrils; it was like pouring a foul-smelling concoction down my nose through a funnel. The back of my throat was stinging with the terrible stench. Like metal. And suddenly, all I couldn’t function at all. I didn’t even feel my heartbeat anymore. I couldn’t see. I couldn’t smell or taste the air. I couldn’t feel. I couldn’t hear. At least, for a split second, then I heard them all. They were clamoring for attention, crying out in agony, begging for mercy; every single one of them screaming at me for whatever reason in whatever fashion suited them. It always amazed me how many there were. She whispered into my ear What a predicament, precious and I couldn’t do anything about it. I could imagine my spine shuddering away involuntarily, Miss me? my face cringe, and my stomach churn violently. Oh crap… You got that right. …to the second power. Are you done with the pain? The first voice was still talking to me. Or do you want some more? Don’t listen to her, she’s I could feel again. It was not pleasant. Imagine swallowing a golf ball whole. That can’t be pleasant, or possible, as it will block your airways, but just imagine that someone was able to force it down. It kind of felt like that, except the golf ball that they shoved down my throat Are you finished? had spikes. That wasn’t even half of it. Have you ever accidentally rubbed your skin raw? Or, perchance, have you had the unfortunate experience of accidentally shredding your finger while you were preparing dinner? Everyone, I’m sure, has had some kind of experience that would involve the removal of a few thin layers of skin. Dance schizophrenic… It felt like I had the same thing going on, all over. Her breathing’s all a panic… But it wasn’t just the top layer, it was everything. Ashes, ashes, All the way down to muscle, working to its goal- absolute nothingness. Soon she’ll die. They were singing with her, really quietly. Low notes rang in my ears like a gong, prepared to shred away whatever was left. I can end it, sweetie. Don’t! “Stop…” The tears spilled from my eyes, salt burned the exposed skin. “Pu-,” I couldn’t Hurry up say it, “Pl-,” Blood that threatened Don’t listen to her! to drown me gurgled with each attempt and I You’ll die…felt her nails dig into the raw flesh, or what remained of it. “Please…” NO! The pain was gone. I felt a prolonged sensation, the kind that you get when you try to take a step on a stair that doesn’t exist, which made my stomach churn wildly. I didn’t feel anything else; no heartbeat, no inflation or deflation of the lungs, no occasional flutter of my eyelashes. I felt nothing, except for her smile. That sadistic, twisted smile. Rest schizophrenic, You’re dreams shall amend it Open, open, My bloody eye |
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