Wind blew through my hair, covering my eyes. I brushed it out of my face and looked around. I stood in an empty meadow, fall colored trees surrounding me. The leaves on the trees were a variety or reds, oranges and yellows, no leaves touched the ground though. They all clung tightly onto the branches of their tree. It was odd considering around this time most of the leaves would have fallen and blanketed the ground with their gorgeous colors, keeping it warm from the fast approaching cold winter and its snow.
“Hello?” I called out timidly. “Is anyone here?” I cautiously took a step forward. My foot didn’t touch the ground when I set it back down though, it stayed in mid air floating. Taken aback by this, I moved my other foot and tried setting it down in front of the one that was already floating. This foot too floated in midair.
Giving out something between a squeak and a giggle, I began floating around the meadow enjoying the feeling of float—no flying. I was flying. I opened my arms up and began thinking of going up higher, and that is what happened. I began moving up.
Soon I was floating on top of an old oak tree staring at what was outside of the meadow. Hundreds of thousands of trees filled my vision. I saw nothing but trees. It was beautiful. To the north of where I was the trees were green, a little more north than that the three were covered in flowers and budding leaves. Rotating, I looked to the south of where I was and saw all the trees were missing their leaves like they did in the winter time.
Where was I?
The wind blew again, this time stronger than the last when I had first arrived. I reached out for something to grab hold of, but found nothing. The wind gusted me higher and higher and farther and farther away from the clearing I had been floating above. I screamed, but nothing escaped my throat.
As I was blown farther and farther up into the air, I thought I heard someone talking. The words weren’t very audible but I thought I caught a few no’s and too soon’s. I couldn’t have been for certain though.
With one last strong gust I was blown so far up, I broke through the sky and was met with complete darkness.
Beeping and hurried voices filled my ears. I could feel someone holding onto my wrists. Trying to clear all the fuzziness I felt in my head, I concentrated, hoping to recognize one of the voices. I couldn’t though, they were all buzzing together.
Opening my eyes a crack, I prayed that I would see some sort of familiar face. Just one particular face did I want to see. If I saw that face then I know I would be happy. I’d be happy forever.
My eyes were only opened a crack though; it was all I could do. I didn’t have enough strength to open my eyes anymore. All I saw were bright lights and moving figures, my eyes couldn’t focus on them though. I couldn’t tell if I knew any of these people. A sinking feeling in my stomach told me I hadn’t made it though. I wouldn’t be seeing who I wanted.
The grip on my wrist loosened and then the feeling of some sort of cloth dabbed in a liquid began to press against my wrist. It stung, but my mind was still too blurred to react. I couldn’t sharply breathe air between my teeth or flinch away from the cloth. Instead I lay on whatever it was, numb and frozen; fighting to stay conscious.
I must have fallen unconscious, because the next thing I know I’m waking up again, and this time I don’t feel as weak. I still didn’t feel one-hundred-percent but I was better than I had earlier.
Slowly opening my eyes, I was relieved when I could open them all the way instead of just a crack like last time. Taking in my surroundings I saw I was in a hospital room. A television was hung high on the wall, and a curtain was to my left, dividing my room in half. Looking to my right I saw my dad asleep in a chair, looking so uncomfortable with his head lying to the side trying to find some place to rest. The only place was his own shoulder; he would probably wake up with a kink in his neck now.
Trying not to make too much noise, I moved my arms out from underneath the crisp white hospital sheets. Looking at my wrists I saw they were both bandaged heavily with white bandages. A deep burgundy spot came through the bandage and I dabbed a finger on it gently. It was my blood.
Suddenly I felt tears falling down my face again and I began tearing at the bandages that covered my wrists. During this time I must have awakened my father because he was grabbing me and pulling my wrists above my head so I couldn’t pull at the cloth around them.
“Nurse! Nurse!” he shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice coming out panicked and hoarse. “Hurry!”
Fighting to get my wrists free from my dad I screamed and thrashed wildly, trying to break free. My dad held on tightly though, he was trying his best to get a bear hug grip on me, but I just kept lashing out at him, trying to smack him, trying to rip the bandages from my wrists.
Two male nurses came into the room, and quickly each grabbed one of my arms, holding my down on the bed, restraining me. My dad was down by my legs holding me tightly there. Someone in a white lab coat and sea foam green scrubs walked in holding a syringe.
“No!” I screamed fighting the two men and my father.. “Just let me die! I don’t want to live! I don’t want to be here anymore!” I screeched the last words out and thrashed some more. Sobs racked my body and then I felt the prick of the needle entering my thigh, then slowly reality started to fade. I could still feel the emotional anguish for a few moments; then nothing.
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Falling Colors
Dla nastolatków"The unfixable; the shattered; the torn; the broken. They all come here. It's my job to remake them, because once its broken there is no going back to the way it was. It must be remade." Six individuals. Six unique stories. Five exercises. One...
