Filed under: Brain Scrapings
For the next couple of entries, I will be doing something experimental. I’ve always wanted to try this out and I will do it right now. I will try to write a story, something emotional, something engrossing, something that will make you read through it again. Some of it maybe based on personal experiences, some of it maybe completely fiction. I will not attempt to create anything cohesive in any sense of the word. It will just be a creative outlet for anything that I can think of during the lull moments of my day. And so it begins…
“Stop talking! Stop screaming!” It was all I can think of. A flood of memories suddenly surged into my mind. I can see myself getting my feet stuck on the door. I called my mother for help but I knew nobody would come. She was at work as was the routine at the time. I tried to pull myself out from the crushing bind of the floor and the door. Splinters were piercing my brown skin.
I stopped, wondering how did I ever get myself into this. I never heard of the phrase, “curiosity killed the cat”. My lexicon at the time could not understand the concept of curiosity. Yet, she always haunted my developing mind, pushing the boundaries wherever I can and reeling back when consequences were dire. She was a friend when she wanted to be. Ultimately, abandonment was what she was most good at.
Wriggling was the next attempt. Turning and twisting from one angle to another. I wanted to see if my appendage would contort its way out of this mess. Moisture. It was a sudden onset of shock, fear, and disappointment when small driplets of blood covered my ankle. Friction broke down the barrier that protected me. It drove in the splinters like staking a vampire through its heart. I stopped. Pain was already present and he brought friends along for some company.
I looked again. Unbeknown to me, a force was pushing this slab of wood down to the floor. Attempts to push it up did not enter my thoughts. My arms did not know anything besides carrying a warm milk bottle or plastic guns made by a man I would never know. This force pulled me down the way it pulls everything down. It was something beyond my own powers.
Time seemed infinite. As I saw a finger moving around, I knew time was passing by. These strange symbols, however, were unintelligible to me. Memories of others looking at it and then hurrying were imprinted on me. The colours around me began to grow darker. The vividness of day gave way to the mystery of the night. Darkness enveloped me and I plunged into despair…..
