Simanda Anthology

Come Back to Home part 1

Okay so I wrote this years ago, and was suppose to make part 2 also, which I never made. This ended up so weird I never pubilished it. But oh well, why not, so here you go. I didn't read it again, I don't remember the story myself and it's probably full of spelling errors, so reading at one's own risk, enjoy!

Come back to home

I open my eyes slowly. Darkness is surrounding me. I try to move my numb limbs slightly but they feel too heavy. I feel uncomfortable in anyway and something is tickling my left nostril. I feel the ground with my fingertips. It feels really strange. Kind of soft, moisty and something is sticking out of the ground and poking my hand lightly. The air feels humid and little cold which makes me shiver. My head pounds and everything hurts.

I finally start to adjust my environment. It is night and I'm in some kind of forest. I can barely see anything first but now I start to get used to lack of light. I'm lying on my stomach and I try turn to my side. I success but doing that I realize how bad shape my left side is. My left arm and hip are definitely dying and there's something dry and sticky everywhere, starting from my left temple and going down to my left ankle. Somehow I still manage to get myself in sitting position against a tree and I start clumsily search for any items that might help me.

Only thing that my pockets store inside of them are three pounds and phone with smashed screen and no battery. I feel fear building up in my throat. Everything feels so threating! Why am I here? I need to get out of here so I try to get on my weak and shaky legs. I fell two times before I actually manage to stand on my own. The pain is horrible on my left hip bone and my head feels like there's bomb inside. I start taking shaky steps forward managing quite poorly but I take it as small victory anyway. Slowly I move towards random direction, this cannot be that great forest, right?

After long, long time I see lights from some building. Lights are so bright that they hurt my eyes but the happiness from getting out of the forest makes my tired and painful legs move toward the source of light. It's gas station! Assuming from slightly lightening sky it is early morning, maybe somewhere around five and the station is empty. I limp towards a small shop behind the station.

I step inside and my body shivers from happiness when it gets out from humid and cold into dryness and warmness. The place is kind of gross and smutty but at least it's a building. The salesman is snoring on the corner of the shop and I feel blessed by this. I tiptoe quietly towards bathroom and trying to hide all my possible injuries with my hair and clothing.

The bathroom is the nastiest place where I have ever been, probably. There is small dirty mirror on the rusty sink and I have to rub the filth off it a moment to even be able to see myself. It would have probably been better if I didn't because the look is absolutely horrific. Whole left side of my face was covered with dried blood and dirt. My once blonde hair was glued to my face on the left side and otherwise it was just messy and dirty. There was really bad looking wound on my left forehead and contusions all along my left side. I start clean up my cuts patiently with water.

After about half an hour I'm finally looking like human being. I have cleaned my all cuts and washed my hair as well as I could, which wasn't anything too fancy. I wanted to use toilet but I decided against it when I looked up the condition of potty. And there wasn't even paper anywhere on the sight. So instead I walked out of the bathroom and when I am meet by the dusty atmosphere of the shop I start to feel the panic grow into me. I need to get out of here!

I look around me. The salesman isn't sleeping anymore but talking with some customer. When I'm walking out, my stomach tells me that I forget something, food. I need to eat. I barely have any money and the prices are too high for me but I walk towards the food section anyway. There isn't anything delicious looking but I'm hungry so I grab the nearest sandwich and can of soda and a map. My wine red long sleeve doesn't exactly have space for hide nor does my black skinny jeans which pockets are almost non-existing. For the first time I also realize that I don't have any shoes and I'm basically looking my bare toes right now. I hide the stuff under my shirt without caring how obvious it was and start walking fast out of the shop. When someone yells after me, I start run. Even though my running probably looks more like bambi on the ice because of my limping. No one comes after me so I stop rushing and let myself fall to my knees.