I stop in the doorway my head feeling a bit woozy but continue forward thinking it's just nerves. I walk a few more feet and then the room starts spinning and my stomach gets a visit from a hundred butterflies, then it really hits me. I stumble backwards trying to regain my balance, but the room just gets blurrier. I see Eric running towards me, his lips moving, but I cant hear what he's saying. All of a sudden I'm no longer in the hallway, but standing in bright light. I squint to try to make anything out, even the floor seems to be blinding light. After a few seconds I'm in complete darkness... and falling. I try to scream but no sound comes out. My stomach is in my throat, a feeling I usually love, and I think I'm going to throw up. I tell myself to focus and control on landing. I take a deep breath and try to calm my panicking head. Remember I tell myself knees loose to break your fall and roll forward when you make contact. I must be falling from pretty far up because it takes a while before I hit the ground. I was expecting a hard landing considering I was up so high and falling for so long, but I hit the ground softly and didn't even feel the need to roll. I stand up quickly in case anyone was waiting for me, but the room is silent. I wait for my eyes to adjust and then take a look around the room. There's a small window with bars on the left wall barely letting enough light in so I can see. The rest of the walls are pretty boring, all being made of concrete stones, including the floor which had scratches on it everywhere. I turn around to see if there was a door, but I don’t see anything. I put my right hand against the wall to see if there is a way out, My fingers skim over tally marks counting days and sometimes little notes consisting of, I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO IT! WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY BELIEVE ME? Or something a little softer like, Dear Margret, if you ever come across this I want you to know that I still love you, as much as I did before. –Carson and still others like, BETTER GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN ROOKIE I pass a bed that also seems to be made out of cement and then a chain. A chain that seems to be about seven feet long, three inches in width, and I can tell just by looking at it it’s more than a hundred pounds. I follow it until I get to the ankle it finally closes around. I quietly step around the body and try to get a glimpse of the man’s face. He looks slightly familiar, and slightly dead. I silently put my hand over his heart and after a few frightful seconds I feel a thump. I let out a sigh of relief and look at his face again. I sit back on my heels and then I realize where I’ve seen his face before, in mine.
Monday, January 7, 2013
26th Piece
This is the 24th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post.
I stop in the doorway my head feeling a bit woozy but continue forward thinking it's just nerves. I walk a few more feet and then the room starts spinning and my stomach gets a visit from a hundred butterflies, then it really hits me. I stumble backwards trying to regain my balance, but the room just gets blurrier. I see Eric running towards me, his lips moving, but I cant hear what he's saying. All of a sudden I'm no longer in the hallway, but standing in bright light. I squint to try to make anything out, even the floor seems to be blinding light. After a few seconds I'm in complete darkness... and falling. I try to scream but no sound comes out. My stomach is in my throat, a feeling I usually love, and I think I'm going to throw up. I tell myself to focus and control on landing. I take a deep breath and try to calm my panicking head. Remember I tell myself knees loose to break your fall and roll forward when you make contact. I must be falling from pretty far up because it takes a while before I hit the ground. I was expecting a hard landing considering I was up so high and falling for so long, but I hit the ground softly and didn't even feel the need to roll. I stand up quickly in case anyone was waiting for me, but the room is silent. I wait for my eyes to adjust and then take a look around the room. There's a small window with bars on the left wall barely letting enough light in so I can see. The rest of the walls are pretty boring, all being made of concrete stones, including the floor which had scratches on it everywhere. I turn around to see if there was a door, but I don’t see anything. I put my right hand against the wall to see if there is a way out, My fingers skim over tally marks counting days and sometimes little notes consisting of, I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO IT! WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY BELIEVE ME? Or something a little softer like, Dear Margret, if you ever come across this I want you to know that I still love you, as much as I did before. –Carson and still others like, BETTER GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN ROOKIE I pass a bed that also seems to be made out of cement and then a chain. A chain that seems to be about seven feet long, three inches in width, and I can tell just by looking at it it’s more than a hundred pounds. I follow it until I get to the ankle it finally closes around. I quietly step around the body and try to get a glimpse of the man’s face. He looks slightly familiar, and slightly dead. I silently put my hand over his heart and after a few frightful seconds I feel a thump. I let out a sigh of relief and look at his face again. I sit back on my heels and then I realize where I’ve seen his face before, in mine.
I stop in the doorway my head feeling a bit woozy but continue forward thinking it's just nerves. I walk a few more feet and then the room starts spinning and my stomach gets a visit from a hundred butterflies, then it really hits me. I stumble backwards trying to regain my balance, but the room just gets blurrier. I see Eric running towards me, his lips moving, but I cant hear what he's saying. All of a sudden I'm no longer in the hallway, but standing in bright light. I squint to try to make anything out, even the floor seems to be blinding light. After a few seconds I'm in complete darkness... and falling. I try to scream but no sound comes out. My stomach is in my throat, a feeling I usually love, and I think I'm going to throw up. I tell myself to focus and control on landing. I take a deep breath and try to calm my panicking head. Remember I tell myself knees loose to break your fall and roll forward when you make contact. I must be falling from pretty far up because it takes a while before I hit the ground. I was expecting a hard landing considering I was up so high and falling for so long, but I hit the ground softly and didn't even feel the need to roll. I stand up quickly in case anyone was waiting for me, but the room is silent. I wait for my eyes to adjust and then take a look around the room. There's a small window with bars on the left wall barely letting enough light in so I can see. The rest of the walls are pretty boring, all being made of concrete stones, including the floor which had scratches on it everywhere. I turn around to see if there was a door, but I don’t see anything. I put my right hand against the wall to see if there is a way out, My fingers skim over tally marks counting days and sometimes little notes consisting of, I SWEAR I DIDN’T DO IT! WHY DOESN’T ANYBODY BELIEVE ME? Or something a little softer like, Dear Margret, if you ever come across this I want you to know that I still love you, as much as I did before. –Carson and still others like, BETTER GET OUT WHILE YOU STILL CAN ROOKIE I pass a bed that also seems to be made out of cement and then a chain. A chain that seems to be about seven feet long, three inches in width, and I can tell just by looking at it it’s more than a hundred pounds. I follow it until I get to the ankle it finally closes around. I quietly step around the body and try to get a glimpse of the man’s face. He looks slightly familiar, and slightly dead. I silently put my hand over his heart and after a few frightful seconds I feel a thump. I let out a sigh of relief and look at his face again. I sit back on my heels and then I realize where I’ve seen his face before, in mine.
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