Surviving my Scholarship

Coma on the Rocks

         "Open the box, Violet," ordered the voice from above.

          I pulled my knees tighter to my body as I sat in the darkness staring at the box a few feet from me on the floor. I was being restrained to the chair now since I kept fighting back. Mr. Galloway doesn't even know what goes on since he stopped attending or he doesn't care. Something is drawing his attention away and Ducky is continuing to dig into my past as a child would in the sandbox.

           I had kicked the box and it now laid toppled onto its side a victim of my frustration. It had been hours now, trapped in the gateway into my head. Each session, I had tried defying the sequence of events and now I don't even feel the need to open the box. Even the odd pinching feeling is gone. He has no control of my sessions anymore and his anger builds with my defiance. Who needs Pierce? I will save myself.

             I buried my head in my knees and cried out slightly at the thought of him. Pierce was gone. Ducky informed me he ran off because he couldn't bare the sight of me anymore. He has moved on, he said. He left me for an actually beautiful woman who can keep her thoughts together. It had torn me to pieces that day. It's when I decided, I don't need men to rescue me from these hells. It is about time that woman became the heroes of their own stories. There was going to be a happy ending.

            I stood up in the darkness and walked away from the bright blue box and into the darkness backwards. There is always a feeling of peace when the object of your stress vanishes from your line of vision and over the horizon. I practically cried out in joy at the disappearance of the blue box. I slid on my heels and turned around to embrace my new path. I started bounding towards the darkness welcoming it until it started to become thick around me.

              I had traveled too far. The darkness crept over me like a fog. It slowly started to consume my limbs and I watched in horror as my hands disappeared within it. I was turning into that darkness I had become too comfortable with over the past few trials. I was going to be engulfed by my own mind. Is that even possible? What happens if you die? Will my body die with it?

              I tried to back out of it as fear started to overtake me, but it countered every struggle with its unrelenting hold. Crying out was pointless as it crept up my chest and over my head. I could not see anything in the dark mist and the cold prickling of my skin made me come to the conclusion that I could die. I was going to die. I would never see Pierce again. Would he even care? No, he was with another.

              As I struggled within myself to find the will to try and fight, a soft light appeared in the distance. It slowly closed the gap between us and I assumed that it was the light everyone always talked about before death. The light that brings you acceptance and peace before the travel to whichever religious world you believed in.

               This light blinded me. It caused a burning sensation in my eyes and dried them out instantly. It was like staring at the projector light accidentally as you try to turn it off. I turned my face slightly to avoid its radiance. It was then a shadow appeared blocking the brightness and a shrill sound interrupted the silence. It caused me to squint to make out the figure in the light. I knew that sound. I stepped closer and squinted again to see my Grog serenading me from within the white doorway.

                It is official, I have gone nuts.

                Grog stopped singing and instead was pushed aside to reveal a more human shape behind him. He let out a grunt before trying to step over Grog who flung himself upwards to block the path of the person. A wrestling match ensued before finally Phoenix popped out in her cute little fashion and dragged Grog back into the light. She stopped momentarily to give me a wave and then they were gone.