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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:50 pm
Chapter One: Moving On
"Sharpies..." Check. "Highlighters..." Check. "Paper..." Check. "Straightener..." Wait, where? Oh yeah. Check! "...and.." I looked around and grabbed the sharp object. "...scissors. Check." With no more than a dry laugh, I shoved in the requested items on my mental list from my mussy bed to the inside of my plaid sack. As the broad sunlight seeped through my raggedy red curtains tacked up onto the cheap wood, my body paused its actions along with the immediate silence. Atop the overlapped sheets, a line of golden sun streamed across the rather uncomfortable mattress. Memories told me that the view of such rays brought a strange sense of melancholy behavior inside me to boil. I could feel it already, and it was the last thing I needed before this trip. Though, as I continued my sharp gaze onto it, I found it a comfort to feel such rage and anger. It brought me back to my old self, and how things used to be. I didn't want that. She told me I didn't want that. So, for the contentment, I reassured myself mentally that I wanted to have a fresh start in life. Without further quarrel with myself, I shook my head, a chuckle bellowing out from my empty stomach. God, I was so hungry. I slowly got up from my hovering position over the bed, my jade-stricken eyes keeping close attention to the "bag" I had put together before those events had happened.
A small jingle came from the sack as it swayed a little, my body's position as straight as a nail. I looked at the bag and checked for any fallen items. None. "Good," I took a satisfied sigh of relief, "No worries." In past attempts of keeping things in there, I was simply out of luck. Whenever I moved the damn thing around, it usually ended up exploding across the floor and hid the items in the giant mess of clothes and cans. Now coming to realization that I had finished my original goal, I faced the open door's crease with another drifty sigh. "Anna, I'm coming to the better side of hell now." There really was no reason for me to say this unless it was for the pure benefit to listen to my shallow and chapped voice, but I said it anyways. My bags were all packed, as I noticed when I turned around, and I was ready to leave hell's core. I loosened my tight clench around the tip of the bag and pulled out one of my little safety pins from my pocket. Where the ends of the cloth met, I carefully poked the sharp tip through and connected it together. For now, the bag would stay shut. I pulled the bandana cloth out from my back pocket and carefully looped it through the hole of the safety pin, remarkably managing to tare through it and cut it in half. As the rip came to an end, my eyes shifted down to the floor as the other end of the material cascaded down atop some empty Heinken bottle. The remainder of the cloth was through the safety pin hole, so I tied it around the handle of a bag of luggage in my possession.
"We're off to see the Wizard!" I cheered with a small laugh, shoving my arms quickly into the straps of my heavy, black backpack. I grabbed a hold of the other two bags full of luggage with each hand and took a big huff. Carrying this outside would be a hassle, and I needed to hurry and get this out before Mars came home from his whereabouts. I began to trudge along the dusty, formerly white carpet hall until I saw the cushioned, old couch that had once belonged to a friend of Mar's. Thank god his friend had spared us some furniture or we would be living on the tile and rusty mats we called a carpet.
As I turned my body around, I set the bags down carefully and reached into my left pocket. Instantly, I pulled out a set of keys; one for this s**t hole, and another for the beaten down car I couldn't even drive a mile with. I slid my fingers over to the golden key, and quietly tip-toed to the brass knob. I didn't need the key just yet, but I did need to look and see if any familiar cars were in front of the driveway. A few minutes passed by of staring out at the front yard, and I finally felt my breathing pattern return to normal again. I was as safe as a kitten in a mill. I walked over to my bags and picked them up with as much strength as I could let out inside of me, my back hunched in ache as I stumbled back over to the front door. I was so glad I forgot to lock it for once; there was no way I was going to struggle to get these bags up again while inside. I used my elbow with a gruff and short grumble to turn the knob open, and backed away as the door flung out towards my direction. I could instantly feel the summer heat beating down on the old patio, and it let me tell you that it was far from pleasant. I squinted my eyes with an agitated look on my face and shuffled through the contaminated air. Shortly after, I dropped my bags with a muffled bang on the hard wood and slammed the door shut, enclosing the room where I had once shared many memories in. My key jammed into the knob and turned counter clockwise, the sharp sound making me assume it was locking the door. Just in case, I turned the knob to be sure what the noise had made was really telling the truth of what it was meant to do. I turned around and dragged my bags over to the curb of cement, my body slumped down between them next to the mailbox. This was the waiting moment for when my life was about to supposedly change.
Oh joy, waiting out here was going to be a blast! Pfft...
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:52 pm
Chapter Two: Anna
My hand reached for the back of my neck, sliding slowly beneath my soft blonde hair in its choppy fashion. I felt a great sense of relief as my nails scratched hastily against my itchy skin. What was taking her so long? I continued my sharp gaze at the black marks on my white shoe laces of my dirt consumed converse. The green seemed to look less new every time I looked at it, but I guess that was no surprise. A few minutes of mindless rambling in my inner consciousness and I finally felt the vibrations of the ground shake my out of my thoughts. I looked up quickly, almost forgetting I was outside waiting. There in front of the front yard was a white Volkswagen; the same vehicle she had owned when I last saw her. Being the Anna I had known in our childhood years, she pressed firmly against the center of the wheel with a more than likely goofy smile on her face. The sound exhaling from the car shot me up onto my feet and reach for the handles of my bags. I could hear the music of a rather familiar song blaring from the speakers inside where she awaited my company. After hauling my bags into the trunk, I slammed it shut and nearly jumped inside the passenger's seat. Before I could shut the door, I could hear the enthusiasm in her voice as she greeted me with a sisterly embrace. After quickly returning her hug, I closed the door and buckled myself in. Immediately as we heard the click of my seat belt, she turned the knob on the stereo; making the curiosity of what the song was even more mysterious. Both of our heads jerked back as she began to drive away from the place I would never be able to call home again. I took a last look at the house through the spotted window, soon breaking away as the house was no longer in sight.
"So, how've you been?"
"Good." I mumbled.
She must have gotten the hint that I didn't feel like talking, because we didn't say a single word to one another the entire time. The music was turned up again, but unfortunately it was a different song. I sighed in defeat of not discovering what had been playing before, but soon sung along with the words of the current one.
All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories
Show soul
Kiss the stars with me
The words seemed to already be getting to me, because I could really feel the static in the pit of my heart as I sung to the words in more of a softer than usual.
And dread the wait for
Stupid calls returning us to life
We say to those who are in love
It can't be true 'cause we're too young
I know that's true because so long I was
So in love with you
So I thought
At this point, I could hear Anna joining in with me. As our lips moved and voices sung the notes, I looked over at her and noticed a tear go down her cheek.
She had a story of her own, too.
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
The times were right
But, I couldn't talk about it
On my knees
Dim lighted room
Thoughts free flow try to consume myself in this
I'm not faithless
Just paranoid of getting lost or that I might lose
Ignorance is bliss cherish it
Pretty neighborhoods you learn to much to hold
Believe it not
And fight the tears
With pretty smiles and lies about the times
With one hand balancing the steering wheel, she used the other to wipe her eyes. I knew she didn't want me to see her cry after the things I had to go through. I knew she didn't want me worrying about her, but she was my sister. I had to.
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
The times weren't right
But, I couldn't talk about it
And just maybe we might see
Something there in between
Then and there that exceeds all we can dream
So we can talk about it
Thus the tears swelled in my eyes, and I immediately sunk in the direction of the window near me, my eyes gazing out at the motioned blur of trees and signs.
And all these twisted thoughts I see
Something there in between
We both seemed to have our voices raised in this part, though still in melodic tune. As the vocalists in the song sung that part a few mores times, we did as well. My voice soon got a bit softer and slower, soon turning to a whisper as I felt the heavy weight on my tired eyes. Sleep came, and I was willing for it.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:53 pm
Chapter Three: Cows
I woke up to the glistening stars, their twinkle shining down at the fields of untamed grass, the wind whispering my name as they tickled me. A small smile started to cross my face, but I drew it back as a stinging pain slapped my lower lip. It hit hard. Almost as if a trigger had been pulled, I could feel an almost hypnotizing sore dwelling in my mind; it was only a matter of seconds when I felt the throbbing feeling pick at my forehead. The cool wind trailed down to my legs, drying the blood that slipped out from my knees and trickled sneakily down my calves, drifting to my ankles. I lifted my head with as much strength as I could withdraw, only to find a body that did not belong to me. It couldn't have. Every spot my eyes witnessed contained a mesh of yellow and purple, like a rotten rainbow; the holes in my clothing exposed such. I could have sworn I was in hell by now.
"Ugh..." I croaked. Hell, even my throat was scratched up, the raspy tone in my voice was nearly unrecognizable. I rubbed at my cheek as I mustered myself up, keeping one eye shut as flesh dripped from my eyebrow. The stars weren't as grand anymore, and the wind was now a dreadful torture. Then a sound echoed from what seemed a rather short distance.
"Moo!" It repeated, almost as if it were trying to assist me somewhere. But where?
I couldn't think straight, no matter how hard I tried. Words dwelled in the back of my conscience, traveling around the world of the unknown. Then, I heard a chorus of the same sound I had heard before. It sung to me, it cried out to me, it--
"Moooooo..." "Moo!" "Moo..." "MOO!!!"
I gulped down the saliva to cool my throat and made a decision, finally. The wincing was uncontrollable, but my tolerance was high. I had no choice but to take it; this was a matter of life or death, as I had decided. I flipped over onto all fours and began to maneuver myself across the dirt. This could have been fine, but twigs were stabbing the wounds covering me and brought me to my other instinctive option. A loud grunt escaped as I shifted myself up and onto my feet. There was nothing more I could do aside this, unless God magically appeared and escorted me down to the noise. But of course, causes have an effect. My quick reactions came into place, and I felt my legs begin to shake. As I was about to fall, my hand reached out and slapped a thin stick of wood. With this source, my other hand joined in and I knelt against what appeared to be a tree trunk.
The wind slowed, and my eyes closed. I felt a great heap of exhaustion overwhelm my senses, and I just wanted to sleep, but, something was holding me back. Something told me that I had to find the noise. So, to my dismay, I stumbled on all fours and forced myself into a crawl. After all, this was a matter of life or death.
Ten minutes had passed, and I could already feel the numbing tension seeping through out my legs, and I feared it would get to the bone that kept me going. Sweat was beating down what was left for me to consider as pain-free, and my eyes kept going on intervals of flickering. This was an ongoing battle; a war against nature and its cruel ways. What was this? Revenge?
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:54 pm
Chapter Four: Destination Unknown
I reached the end of what seemed to be a field of cows, of all things. Call me paranoid, but with the circumstances I was facing, I was desperate to keep alive--and these large animals that had been stomping and lifting dirt since I could think properly weren't going to exactly help me to do so. At the same time, I knew that I had to remain calm in order to progress any further. I closed my eyes and took my chances; my dirt crusted hands felt around earth's surface--my touch sense was at its full ability by now, and I followed behind the pace of my hands as it pulled past itchy, thorny strands of grass and hay.
Eventually, I had felt something very diverse from the previous encounters. It was hard and,--due to the radiation of heat from the sun rays that now appeared rather outgoingly--very hot. My sight senses now found the time to take action and look downwards. Cement. It seemed smooth, and the texture in the red made it appear as a formerly rich color that was now faded red through time. There were a few chipped peices of the paint, but it wasn't much for me to care about. Alas, I got myself onto my feet and wobbled down about a foot before my fall. My hands were already in pain from the stomps of a few hooves, and I had a feeling that a few bones may have been crushed. The trip I took was no benefit, either. It was like a sign of discouragement.
I couldn't feel anything now except numbness. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and the heat grew stern and flashes directly in my face. The animals sniffed at me and made a noise I could only hear to a blur, and I finally made a choice.
Death.
I rested my eyes for the last time.
Or was it?
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 3:55 pm
Chapter Five: The Room
I heaved out trails of coughs, and I could have sworn I had seen some blood slip out from my dried lips (which, by the way, stung like a b***h). Without bothering to open my eyes just yet, I placed my hand over my side opposite of where it was and shifted onto my stomach. A solid, and almost slippery, surface was faced beneath me. Since when was this here? I asked myself quizzically, attempting to touch something other than cold, wet metal. Alas, there was nothing more. At least for the moment, there wasn't anything else that I was aware of. I opened my eyes wearily, squinting at the pained light that flashed in my eyes. "What the ********?" was all I had managed to whisper out from my crisp throat, following along with a series of flaky coughs. For a moment, I could have sworn I was back home with Mars. For a moment, I could have sworn I actually liked the thought for once in my life.
Then, out of nowhere, I withdrew myself from the table in pain. Yes, it was a table. At least that's what I saw. It was okay though, because by the looks of it, I was pretty damn sure that I was in a hospital; the room was consumed with surgical objects--then again, I didn't see how some of the things were necessarily surgical. Kitchen appliances? Well, this was one hospital I didn't want to be in.
I had no idea how the hell I got here, and nor did I care at the moment. All I wanted to do was get out, or at least find a phone that I could use.
My body felt heavy, and I couldn't resist the shaking that shivered up at down the muscle in my arms. They felt strained, and it was pretty damn painful--especially when I finally lifted myself up and onto my feet, which hurt even worse. <********. This wasn't going to be easy.
I scanned the room, searching for some sort of door or even a window. Nothing. Nothing except metal and kitchen/hospital appliances. What kind of hospital is this?
I heard the sound of a knob turning. Where the hell was that door? I looked up; god, I wish I had looked there before. It was an attic, and the small square for a door creaked up into the darkness as a small ladder started to slip down towards the table I had been set upon.
I suddenly realized that this wasn't a hospital.
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