Thursday, January 24, 2019

That Scene

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I joined a writer's group once. We all sat around a small apartment living room and read excerpts of our work. After I read mine the room was silent for a few moments before a woman stated simply, "I'm scared." I never went back and shelved the story - which was supposed to be a romance. Since then the story of this experience has come up a few times and others have asked to read it. I have decided to share it here and you can let me know your thoughts in the comments.

WARNING: The scene is intended to be intense and it may be uncomfortable for some people.


Waking Up


My head hurts. My head really hurts. I inhale deeply and immediately regret it. My chest burns and every other part of me aches. I lie still on the firm mattress and try to remember what I did last night.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I growl at the sound and taste the tackiness of my dry mouth. I open my eyes slowly to a dark room and try to focus my eyes. The darkness combines with the blurriness to make a swirling pattern on the ceiling. I blink a few times but my vision is shades of black on blurry black.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I'm going to kill whoever thought it was a good idea to set an alarm this early. I try to ignore the noise but the rhythm won't stop.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

My chest continues to burn and my head throb. I haven't felt this bad since my foster brothers threw me down the stairs. But this seems worse somehow. Every bone in my chest somehow feels broken.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

The sound is coming from my left but I don't want to move my head.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Maybe if I throw it off the nightstand? I reach out and wince as my hand hits something metal. Instinctively, I yank my hand back towards my body. Panic swells as I feel a soft cuff along my wrist, restricting my movement. I pull the other hand but it's also restrained. I keep pulling on the restraints in a futile effort to break free.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I try to ignore the torturous beeping. I lie still and strain to hear anything. The room is silent. Not just quiet, but silent except for the beeping. I can feel the pain in my chest worsening as it tightens. I swallow my scream, not wanting to draw attention. I close my eyes and take several breaths, trying to calm myself down. I just need to think. I need a way out.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I open my eyes again. I still can't focus very well but I try anyway. I can make out green lights to my left but I can't determine what they are. The contrast of the glowing lights in the darkened room hurts my eyes so I look to my right. Nothing. It's just unfocused darkness. Where am I?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I try to sit up but the pain in my chest sends out radiating streams of agony which knock me back onto the bed. What the hell happened to me? I close my eyes again as I try to deal with the pain. What do I do now? I can't see. Even if I wasn't restrained I don't think I could get up. What do I do?

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

I feel a tear slide down my face. Oh, no. I'm not going to cry. I pull at my restraints wanting to remove the evidence of my panic. I put all my energy into trying to free my hands until the pain and exhaustion overtake me. I lie still allowing the noise and pain to engulf me.

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