Wingless Bird's Flight

HYPOXIA, pt. 2 / V.

You know one of those sleeps where you're in like a damn time vortex, and you feel like you've slept to the next century, and when you wake up you expect there to be like flying saucers around you, and like a shitload of robots and stuff floating around, holograms and really good-looking people? That is exactly how I felt, but when I regained my eyes I was able to see nothing. I did wonder if it was the next day or not. Possibly even week. My head hurt more than it already did before I went to sleep. My stomach was deformed and twisted and asked me why I do such things to it. My thoughts were nonlinear and disruptive. I sort of wished I was dead. I was still tired. Except this time more tired of life than anything physical pain could do.
     I have never felt so lowly. I felt like I should have been dead. I feel like I should be now. My eyes widened, questioning every object insight, from the jagged people, to the floor, and my head. My face felt numb, and it wasn't until it was lifted did I notice the blood. My head was drained, of all intellect and morals. I felt literally ten years older and was surprised to not have a fully fucking beard and children nudging at my knee for me to wake up. I was hurt. My body was in pain. My stomach twisted and mess, thick and recessed into the bones of my heart. My vision was completely destroyed, and what little I saw only scared me and fed the demons inside me. This was not fun, this was life. It was something exhausted, and I knew my organs' timeline had been shortened, midgeted by mine own actions. It was, indeed, beautiful, to know and feel how you can truly change your life, that it was all your fault. When I regained a hold of my senses, here is what I saw:

1. one person, standing over me, with black blood on his white Nikes.
2. another person, a girl, playing with her hair and smoking a joint. She was hot.
3. one horribly disgusting house. Hardly livable for a cockroach. The floor looked like an ashtray.

The woman was smiling, and the pair of Nikes standing to my side made me feel helpless.

"Do you think he knows he's bleeding?"
"What are you thinking of?"
"I don't know."
"I don't know either. What do you think."

           My hearing was distorted and muffled, and I realized my left ear was full of blood. I was lying on my right side, wearing no shirt, and my pants pulled down to my knees. My heart trudged along, beating only faster and faster with every thud, with every attempt to prolong my death. The machine had to keep working. Pain was sharp in some areas but dull in others, noting how much your body can trick itself into feeling fine. Part of me wished I hadn't had woken up. I tried to sit up and face my enemies, but it was all too much for my senses. They were inside me now. My heart fell when I realized I knew the two scumbags in front of me. It was people I knew well. Noah Landings and his girlfriend, Caroline. He was the point guard for the basketball team and the wide receiver for the football team. His girlfriend was damn near the hottest girl in the school. Last year, she drunk made out with Mia, which I had on my phone if it was still charged. She was a glorified whore, somebody who lived her life for the attention of others. She was a brunette, curved around her hips and olive skinned, one of those girls that have an attractive collarbone, something I only learned was attractive after I saw her naked. They had been dating forever, like a honeymoon. I sat up and quickly shuffled my feet until I met the front part of a couch of some sort.

"Wow Pen, no, settle down, hey it's all good man? Are you okay, how are you feeling?"

My words were all slurred. I still had trouble thinking.

"What the fuck happened to me. What's going on? Why am I here. Where is everything - ?"
"Hold on, hold on, wait. Something bad happened. We were out late last night, after coming home from Aaron's party, and we were driving the backroads home because we had both drank at the party. I had a few beers but Caroline, right? You had a couple too? So, then we got a text from Vince saying you never came to his house last night, and that you were supposed to stay. So, he was freaking out trying to find you and where you went. And we found you, Jay Welling, Joseph Patterson and Timmy Thompson passed the fuck out in a car by Ferris's. The car had hit a telephone pole. I started to call the police but then we saw all the drugs in the car. I mean shit, you'd all be arrested. Timmy hit his head real bad and wasn't responding. Jay wasn't breathing either. And apparently someone had already driven by, or maybe it was Ferris, because the police turned down the road while we were there. You were halfway out of the car's window, so Vince just pulled you out of the window and we drove away. The police like literally came a minute later. Everyone else went to the hospital and I think they're all going to jail. Vince told me to bring you back to Caroline's house, so that none of our parents would know that you were with them. I mean that shits fucked up, really man. You should have been dead."