21st Piece

This is the 19th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I'm still staring at Eric when we stop. What does he mean nothing? The hallucinations must have been painful otherwise he wouldn't have brought them up like that. You know, saying that they were worse than being awake during an operation. I can't find any logical solution to what they could possibly be about. The guard coughs. I turn my head slowly not meeting his eyes until Eric's were out of sight. "They are ready to see you now." I stare into his eyes unmercifully until he turns away rubbing the back of his neck. I walk slowly into the room with Eric behind me and then the guard last. It looks like a death chamber. There are weapons covering almost every square inch of the walls. I can't even make out the color of the walls, maybe a grayish color? Most of the weapons are from medieval times, don't get me wrong there are modern ones also but medieval seemed to be the favorite. There are hatchets, guns; I think I even see some sort of laser. My eyes run over the numerous weapons. My mind telling me that they can come in handy soon. I suddenly have a horrid feeling in the back of my head. Like an evil presence took the form of a spider and is crawling around the back of my skull waiting to strike. I shiver. The lights are dim and where the lights did shine only glinted off of the metal. I keep walking trying not to look fazed, Eric and the guard don't even try to hide their horror. "Good evening," speaks a dark voice. God how I'm getting sick of these kinds of meetings, how many have I gone to where there's a dark looming figure, in a dark room, that talk to me in a deep voice that seemed like he wants to destroy me? 5? I don't know I've lost count. Might as well answer I'm guessing that I don't want to make whoever this is angry. 

20th Piece

This is the 18th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post. And please if you haven't read the other 17 posts please go back and read! It won't make as much sense if you just read this one! Thanks.

Once we are out the infirmary we caught our breaths, unlinked arms and started talking again. “So what really went on in there?” I ask barely above a whisper. We were a little bit behind the guard but I didn’t want to take my chances of him listening in on us. Eric glances at the guard and replies in the same tone, “I was put to sleep a lot so I don’t have very many memories, but sometimes when the drug they give me wears off I find that I have new scars or cuts. Other times I’m awake when they cut me open and inserts some sort of liquid or something, even though that sounds bad it gets worse.” I stare at him and notice the scars for the first time. They hurt him. They hurt my best friend; they’re going to pay. I inhale quickly when I see a large scar that ran from the bottom left of his neck to the upper right. How in the world did I miss that? He catches me staring and assures me that he was asleep for that one. Where have I seen that before? I push the thought aside and look at him asking to continue his story. “The worst aren’t the scars or when I’m awake it’s after the fact. It’s the hallucinations.” “What were they about?” I ask. I was curious to know what would be more painful than being awake while being cut open. He opens his mouth about to talk but then shuts it. I can see in his eyes he was thinking really hard. His mouth was a tight line and his eyes look like he’s trying to find an answer. “Nevermind it was nothing,” He mumbles.

19th Piece

This is the 17th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

He opens the door and we step inside. I get a better look around the place. It’s a pretty standard looking infirmary the basic white walls, people in lab coats, and different looking pointy things here and there. Possible weapons if anything go wrong, I immediately think. We head straight to Eric’s room. The nurse is standing over him and I take a better look at her. She looks to be in her 20’s has brown-red hair, wears what looks like pounds of makeup, especially on her eyes, is kind of on the short side, I'm probably taller than her and I’m what? Fifteen? I think so... I start making my way to Eric. I did not rush or fling myself toward him and start crying in his shoulder saying how much I've missed him, sorry if you were hoping for that you romance people. He’s sitting on the bed and it looks like he has some more color in his face which is always a good sign. “Hey,” I say quietly “Hi,” He replies. I take a seat on the bed next to him. “How are you feeling?” I ask. While I ask I look directly into his eyes to try and find the real story. “Pretty good, well better than before,” His eyes answer back saying that he’ll tell me later. I nod my head in the slightest way so that he knows I understand but anyone else will see as me tilting my head or something. He looks down at my wristband concern in his eyes. I completely forgot about it until now and notice that I'm still picking at it. "It's nothing, just a torture device made to look stylish," I say with a smile, "What is it really?" he asks his eyes not leaving my wrist, "It's just something that tells me that I'm needed." I lean closer and saying staring at his eyes, "I think there is a tracking device in here but I don't know, and if we don't want to look suspicious we had better change the subject." He looks into my eyes smiles a little bit then yells, “Look I can walk!” He leaps off the bed and lands heavily on his feet. I wince, but jump off the bed with him. I see the nurse’s eyes widen and she starts coming towards us, probably to stop him. It looks like he knows what he’s doing so I give her the death stare until she backs away again to talk to the guard. Eric and I prance around the room like a couple two year-olds but I don’t care. He’s wearing the same uniform as me and I yell “Look we’re twins!” He stops dancing, looks down, looks at me, and then bursts out laughing. I laugh not having a care in the world until the guard steps in. “It’s time to go,” He states in a loud clear voice. Eric and I exchange glances, link arms, try to stop our laughing, and skip out of the infirmary behind the guard.

18th Piece

This is the 16th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

We walk through the hallways stopping at every other door. There are doors covered in everything, from teddy bears, to guns, to flowers, even just solid rock. How that last one is even possible I don’t know. He has a routine for each door though, first he cracks one open, looks back and forth, makes a hand gesture even I can’t describe, and walks back out. We seem to be heading toward the infirmary but he can’t possibly. I haven’t seen Eric in what seems like forever. Not since that tiny incident when I climbed a tree but you know, whatever... He starts to walk faster and faster until it feels like I’m jogging next to him. He’s stopped looking into doors now and is just ‘walking’ through the halls. “Why are we going so fast?” I complain. He just grunts in answer. I sigh and keep jogging. People must take speed walking classes or something.  I’m getting kind of confused though because we were getting seriously close to where Eric is. He races down the hall and stops in front of, you guessed it, infirmary.

17th Piece

This is the 15th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.

I’m about to go when the guard bursts through the door. The woman in the white and glittery dress shoots him a glare. If looks could kill then he would be off to that ‘better place’. “Sorry,” He says and literally bows before her. He comes up to me and says that someone needs to speak with me. She starts walking towards me and the guard backs away. Ok, I really need to figure out names because woman in white and guard aren't really working out. “There’s a dance tonight. The people you’re about to talk to are going to be telling you this. Here,” She hands me some sort of jewelry. It looks like an earring but not so much. It went around you ear and had skinny chains coming down. On some of the chains there were feathers and beads. The feathers are brown with white, gold, and black patches in the middle, and the beads are brown and black. I guess it was designed to match my hair which is brown and sometimes, when in the sun, glints gold. “It has a microphone and headphone in it so you can hear and speak to me during your ‘talk’ and the dance.” I look into her eyes and see that I won’t be able to return this gift. “Fine,” I utter and I can see the relief flood through her. “Just one question, what’s your name?” She smiles and says “You can call me Giagia,” I start to head out the doorway and look back, she’s still smiling... creepy. You think that’s creepy wait until what comes next... I stop in my tracks and turn around, Giagia is gone.