Unfinished Works

Straw To Sky, Sky To Straw

I felt nervous, scared like anyone would right before getting a needle that is supposed to protect you from pain and suffering, from death. My stomach all butterfly's in nets, trapped as I felt that very moment and so very alone. Sweat beating down my forehead that I desperately wipe away and onto my dark blue jeans. I push my hair away from my face and over my right shoulder as I sit down in the grey sterile chair. I'm shaking and it's hard to stop but I try to eventually succeed.

"Hi, I'm Monica and I'll be giving you the AAS shot in the left arm." Said the overly cheery female nurse. "Please push up your sleeve."

I did so as she instructed after taking off my grey sweater to reveal my light lacy blue tee shirt. I sat and waited as she used a wipe to sanitise the area. I relaxed my arm, one poke later and it was over. She held a cotton ball to the small injection mark for only a second then replaced it with a small circular band aid.

"All done."

I pulled my sweater on, zipping it up before receiving the paper from her hands that held the certificate of my immunization. I slowly walked out of the science lab which is where they set up and towards my class room. I opened my locker door and stuffed the paper in my book bag, closing it when I was done. I took a step towards my desk when everything span around me and I could stand still no longer. I fell.

I knew only darkness for how long I do not know when I regain slight consciousness to see the blurry objects of fellow classmate's faces. The teacher was not one of them as he was out of the room when I returned but two of the nurses, for there were two, leaned over me, worried faces that mirrored the others. They all moved slowly but one was fast and so inhuman, I didn't even recognize who it was.

A creature of no gender, no colour, no form, no touch, nor noise and here it stood before me. I knew naught what it is or what it intends to do yet I did and I wasn't afraid. I was excepting what it offered even though I knew naught of what it beheld before me. I was in a strange sensation to follow, go, and I was ready. If the creature could smile I knew it was doing so now and in turn I managed a small smile as well which confused the others by show of face. 'I'm ready' I said in my mind yet not at all.

"Rose, please, can you hear me?" Another voice seemed to break the bond between the creature and I for I knew naught why until I saw him. His eyes a blue I will never forget, ever, and his straw in colour but soft as new bud duck feathers if I were to touch it. His face so worried and then I knew why.

'I'm not ready.'