Deadly H.S English version

The Thing

Harry

My eyes open, I don't know where I am or how I got here. The light is dim, I can barely see my feet. The smell is horrible. I wonder how I didn't throw up in the last 2 seconds. Little by little I distinguish some smoke, this smoke turns into a black layer, so black that now I can't see my feet at all. I look away. I shout that I am not afraid. In fact, I'm so scared I could throw up my breakfast. In fact it would be a shame to throw it up, it was really good. Chocolate cereal with my warm toast...Wait, am I really thinking about my breakfast when I might be dying ? Really, I'm daydreaming all the time. Harry, focus ! This is not the time.

I start to open my mouth to ask where I am and if anyone is here when I see a shape in the black fog. This shape starts to come closer and closer to me. What am I supposed to do in this kind of moment. Should I say hello to it, if it happens to be the love of my life.

I start to run my hand through my hair to make myself look good when I feel a pressure on my hand. This pressure turns into a sting. This sting is so unbearable that I look at my hand. I....I...I...it looks like a witch's hand. On this hand is a little bit of nails, a lot of nails, a LOT of nails. There are at least a hundred here. The free space of these fingers is full of wart. There are as many warts as there are nails. His fingers are full of blood too. I think I'm really going to throw up. I look straight ahead to meet blue eyes, the same ones I saw this morning. I don't have time to detail the body more as The Thing runs away.

I decide not to let it get me down I run to follow this thing. I come up against a wall, that means I am locked in a room with The Thing. I hear a crack. I look very slowly over my shoulder to see the same shadow as before. I approach little by little. Really, really gently. I don't want to scare The Thing away. My movement is so slow that I think I have made 2 meters in 30 minutes.

A new creak is heard.

The black shadow crouched in the corner of the room moves. Then, the smoke of the beginning returns. I begin not to feel my body anymore. I try to stay awake because I want to know what The Thing is.

Suddenly, The Thing grabs my feet, I slide on the floor to bump against it. During this slide I closed my eyes. Now I don't want to open them. I try to take hold of myself and open my eyes but I can't. I am petrified. I am petrified. My eyes finally open, I can't quite make out the thing in front of me because there is still a lot of smoke. But suddenly this smoke disappears and leaves me alone with The Thing.

The Thing is sitting, well I think. It seems to be in the position of a ball. I try to approach it slowly. My hand reaches out to start touching it but I stop because The Thing starts to move. Its movements are slow as if it was waking up. His body starts to straighten, he starts to stretch. I hear bones cracking. It unfolds, The Thing becomes so big that it touches the ceiling. I look at his feet first, they are green. Not a green that reminds me of grass but rather a glass that reminds me of dried flowers, mud. He has no toes, his feet are like stumps. My eyes try to find his legs but in vain I discover he has none. My eyes wander to his torso. A hairy torso, not hairy like humans can have but more like grass. His torso is a red color, dark red, blood red. Wait... Is that really blood ? I notice that The Thing has only one arm or rather a trunk, like a tree. At the end of this trunk is a hand, the one that touched me earlier. His fingers are also filled with blood. My eyes start to look up his torso, as at the bottom, he has no neck. My eyes stop at his head.... I, I, I. I don't know how to feel. I'm petrified. His head is huge, he has long ears that reach as high as the ceiling. His eyes are the same blue eyes that I saw this morning. They are terrifying. I look into them. They are emptied of all emotion. He has no nose. I thought his eyes were the most abominable thing in his head but when my eyes meet his mouth it's something else. His mouth is wide open. His teeth are out, they are very long and sharp. His teeth are full of red like the outline of his mouth. I think it's the blood I saw on his chest.

I can't breathe, my vision becomes blurred, I can't feel anything, my eyes close. When my eyes open again, the first thing I see are two doctors. I hear one of them say.

" He's awake, we can take him away. »

I look at my body, I don't have any injuries, that means The Thing was just a dream. But before I can fully recover my senses, one of the doctors addresses me :

"From the look on your face, you just dreamed about your new friend. »

My new friend ? W hat's going on ? I feel an object hit hard against my head, I can't understand what is happening. My head hurts, the smell is horrible and when I open my eyes again, I fall nose to nose with blue eyes...