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Toxic "Subject is awake and is yet to show signs of motor skills."
"Injection of the Phenolmsera Serum to be injected now. 25%. 50%. 75%. Injection Complete."
My eyes flickered around the thick violet liquid I was in, at the blurred shapes that were buzzing around like bee's. All of a sudden my vision instantly cleared and I could see a female with long dark hair, thin build, and looked intelligent. A male who was a head taller then the female had the same shade hair and thin frame glasses.
"Who are they? Who am I? What happened?" Many questions like this ran through my head, but one kept popping up more.
"What's happening to me?"
I tried to move my hand, but the only thing that I could control was my fingers. I flexed them and got used to the feeling. All of a sudden my chest started to hurt like something was burning me from the inside.
"Phenolmsera has given subject sigh
New Years Resolution One of my new years resolutions was that I wanted to tell you things
I've done in my life that yo may or may not have known. I would tell
you in person but there are 2 things stopping me.
1) We won't be together tonight
2) I can't tell you my feeling in person. I'm too shy
I know that some of these thing my come as a surprise to you but I
think after dealing with these things on my own for a year you need to
know some things that are new.
Mom. I've heard you cry at
night. I came down the stairs and your door was cracked open. You sat
there with your head in your hands. I would have came and held you but
it would have hurt your pride to have me see you like that then to have
me actually comforting you. And if you think I haven't noticed when you
wipe your eyes in the car your wrong. I have.
didn't want to tell you this but when you go somewhere an
Don't Let Go"Remember .......we're going through big crowds and could get lost so what do we do?" Mommy asked.
"Don't Let Go!" I said enthusiastically. Mommy was finally taking me to see Santa at the big mall.
When we got there the people were buzzing with adrenaline, caffeine and last minutes shopping. I got pushed and shoved around since I was smaller then everyone else but I just kept holding mommy's hand.
All of a sudden a bad guy came up and tried to steal mommy's purse. When she started fighting back he hit her with his gun. I still had a hold of mommy's hand and was standing behind her while her lip was bleeding, hanging on for dear life. Mommy always told me if the bad guy had a gun was to run and get help but this time I just couldn't leave her. When the guy raised his gun to shoot and we cringed a cop barreled threw and tackled the guy. I was in shock when mommy picked me up and hugged me close. She looked at me and asked:
"What do we do?"
"Never let go"
88 KeysThe brush of my fingers against the keys was like the stroke of lips against my hand or a feather from a pillow upon which I sleep.
Minor keys drew me into a sense of comfort. I refrained myself from hearing the dreary sound of people murmuring around with their useless conversations. I kept playing the song that was twirling itself inside my head. It was filled with all the pain and sadness I had endure in my life and around the last part of the end when it just wanted to make a person cry major cords appeared and brought a speckle of happiness to the tune.
When the song ended I rose from my black and white keys and bowed to the applause around me.
I may have had a cruddy life but these nights when I'm truly appreciated I get to hear my favorite melody.
I'm going to fly...."I wonder how it feels like to fly...."
"I thought you've flown in an airplane before?"
"I have it's just.......I mean to fly freely, like a bird. Not trapped in a metal cockpit 50,000 feet in the air."
"I can't believe she remembers this conversation from when we were kids." I thought aloud, but then kept reading.
"I've been planning on taking a trip for a while now. I couldn't tell people where I was going, or even that I was leaving 'cause they would try to stop me. They can't stop me! This has been my dream since i was a kid. That's the reason I threw this party tonight so at the end when I said goodbye, I was truly telling them goodbye."
None of this was making any sense! Where, and why?
"I'll miss my love most of all. He always told me to pursue my dreams. I'm leaving for the bridge tonight. Goodbye dear journal. I'll miss you so." That's where it ended. I realized it. She was going to fly.
Wet foot-stomps invaded the air as I stood upon the edge
Silence"Doc....please tell me she's okay." I could barley mutter the words and was thinking the worst.
He looked at me sympathetically. "She's lucky to have lived, but because the knife cut was so deep her voice box was permanently damaged. She can never talk let alone sing another word........"
I walked into the bedroom where she slept, finally home after a long, agonizing 2 weeks in the hospital. I bent down, sweeping the hair from her flawless face, and kissed her forehead good morning. Her eyes fluttered open showing those big baby blues. Her lips curled into a smile as she leaned forward to yawn and stretch but when her mouth opened to yawn she cringed and grabbed for her throat. Her face contorted in pain.
I reached for her and pulled her close. Her whole frame started to shake violently as she started to cry.
"I'm sorry. I know it hurts...." I held her closer as she held onto me. We just sat there together......in horrible silence.
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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