Unwanted Desire

Misty Vision

3

I woke up to the busy sounds of people walking from here to there along the corridors. I could hear curtains being drawn back and families meeting their loved ones. I groaned in disbelief. My head ached, I couldn't remember what had happened to me or how I'd gotten here. Shifting uncomfortably in the pristine bed sheets in which I lay, I sat up and began to scan the room for any signs of home, England or at least the planet Earth.

I'd always read about aliens from outer space, coming down to Earth and abducting humans... Laying in this unfamiliar room, I began to wonder. What If maybe I had been abducted? Stolen from my flat? Evicted from my everyday life? In all honesty, I wished I had been.

I felt so sick, for what I had done that day...For killing him. The vivd images flashed before my eyes. I slowly, unzipped the leather case and withdrew the pocket knife.... I swung my arm back and forth picking up momentum, power and speed... The epic moment when he turned and caught me from the corner of his eye...My hand slipped...  and It all seemed like only yesterday.

I didn't mean It !!! I kept telling myself. It wasn't meant to end that way. That's when I soon realised that nothing ever ends the way you want it to. I hadn't meant for him to die in such a way that he did. I just wanted for him to feel my pain. I'd made him my world. and just when I thought that we were tottally inseperable, when I thought that we would last forever, that was when the truth hit me smack hard in the face. I was wrong. So so, so so wrong!

Fairy tales lie! They're all great stories- don't get me wrong. But by the time you grow up a little, you find it's all too late. You enter the world, too too innocent and vulnerable. Then the truth about life, about the real world slaps you. It slaps you hard. If your unlucky It tears you up into smithereens! Teeny, tiny pieces! But I guess It helps to mould you. You become tougher, more stronger and experienced. Some say It's better that way. More fun.

Fairy tales also teach us that the bad people in the end never ever win. It's always the good guys.They teach us that there's always a happy ending. But In actual fact, In the real world, nothing's as perfect and life ain't as rosy as the tales say it is.  

Every wall in this room was white. The curtains, the bed sheets and pretty much every other object in this room were baby blue. Everything seemed to be in top condition. The cord to the telephone was neatly tidied away. The white marble tiles were so shiny I could see my reflection in it. Beside my bed was a box full of mints.

I breathed out slowly, and carefully. This scared me. I hate being in a place where everything just seems a bit too perfect, too tidy, too neat! It scares me. Its like, I can't move a muscle or else I'll displace everything and ruin the whole mood of the room. Like I'd muck everything all up.

It didn't take long for a nurse, walking outside to spot me sitting upright in the bed. She hurriedly rushed to open the door, which needed a passcode for her to enter. I stole a glimpse of the busyness that was taking place outside my enclosed walls. The door swung heavily behind her and I sighed as my chance of figuring out where I was, quickly went away.

She fixed on a smile showing off her glistening white teeth then marched right up to me, with her clipboard at hand. Who was she I thought... And why was she invading my personal space? My throat started to get dry. I brought up my hand to pat my chest as I cleared my throat and noticed the blue tipped needle that was injected into the joint of my arm. Before I could muster out a question the nurse placed my arm back down to my side and shone a torch light into my right eye and then into my left.