Bad (U2)

Hi! this is my first story as I am new here so I hope anyone who reads this likes it. :) Here it is:

I slammed the door so loud that the neighbors woke up and came into the hallway. Why weren't they already out here? We had been yelling for like an hour already. Maybe they were afraid that somebody would get hurt... she can get really crazed when we argue. I do too. She's always denying the facts and ignoring my warnings and thinking that nothing can touch her. That she is safe from everyone, she is. What she's in danger from is hurting her from the inside out. Heroin. And she keeps moving away from everyone, turning away from me.

If you twist and turn away

If you tear yourself in two

again

If I could, yes I would

If I could, I would

Let it go

Surrender

Dislocate

"I just want to fix her... me... everything," I mutter to myself as I walk away from her apartment, back home, "I want to give up."

"What's the fight about this time?' a sweet elderly lady asked as I walked past her and her cantankerous husband responded, "It better have been important to wake me up at this hour!"

I checked my watch. 3:15 a.m. I'm not tired and I don't want to go home yet. Where should I go and what would be open?

"Hey... this is New York," I said in my best mocked New York accent. I could go almost anywhere I wanted to. I looked up from the faded ruby carpet. The usual crowd started going back into their apartment rooms and closing their doors as they gave me their typical dirty looks. I kept walking to the end of the now quiet hallway. I shoved my fists in my pockets and looked at the tearing russet wallpaper that had never been replaced. My whistling rang through the hall as I approached the elevator. No surprise: the elevator was "out of order" again. Still would be a better word since all they do is take the sign off every year or so for a month. I turned towards the stairs to take the ten floor stair journey, again.

I pushed open the cold white door and headed down the stairs. The door closed with a loud metallic clank. In this stair well I was always on the lookout. Feeling like somebody would come out from somewhere and try to mug me or something, I looked behind me and started skipping stairs. Nobody has ever given me physical trouble but the stairs just make me feel like it will happen. I started counting the floors out loud instead of in my head now. Five. I start to pick up the pace and look around again. Freaked out, I begin running and not caring how loud my footsteps are or if I wake someone up. Four. My hands are shaking violently but I just shove them back in the jean pockets. The stairs are moving too fast under my feet to count them. Three. Breathing hard now, I pull my hands out of my pockets and allow them to run lightly over the railing in hopes to get a little more support and not to fall. Two. My head is spinning. One. I'm almost to the lobby. Then I fall. I fall down

five steps that I could see and onto my face at the very bottom. I know I missed too many steps but I was moving too fast to notice. Groaning, I turned over and looked at the white ceiling. And then the door opened and suddenly everything went black.

*************

I look around and notice that I'm in a hospital. Why am I in hospital? I fell down some stairs... it happens all the time. It looks like a hospital and it fells like one too, freezing cold. I'm in a plain white room by myself hooked up to all the medical chords and machines. No doctors. No nurses. No girlfriend. No anybody. Maybe I'm dead or something. Maybe I was mugged and they're holding me hostage because the cops chased them. Maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe... I'm worrying too much. I take a few deep breaths and close my eyes and try to not let it bother me and enjoy a respectable place to stay for a while. A few minutes later I open my eyes just to see if everything is the same as it was not long ago. I can't tell. Everything is going in and out of focus. I get dizzy and nauseous as all the colors I see mix together. The colors all turn black with the rest of the world.