Laughter.
The familiar laugh that has been playing on the edge of my mind is slowly starting to fade away, giving way to an annoying beeping sound. I can’t seem to focus on it, but it’s there, and I can’t figure it out and that is starting to irritate me...
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I have a vague feeling it’s got something to do with hospitals... Hmm ... I wonder why I can’t wake up from this dream... Where is Nathan? Is he okay? I think there was an accident... something went wrong...I can’t make sense of my thoughts... I can’t remember...
Beep. Beep. Beep.
I wonder if I’m dead...
Beep. Beep. Beep.
There’s a slight pressure on my hand... Like a light squeeze...
Beep. Beep. Beep.
“Jaycee?”
Aha, a voice, I was starting to tire of my own voice. I try to open my mouth to reply but it feels like I can’t control anything... I can’t seem to be able to shake off my dream state.
“Jaycee? It’s me, Sierra, your sister, I love you Jaycee, please wake up, I need you.”
I love you...
Those three words seem to tug at something in my mind.
“P-Please don’t make me go through this again... I can’t do it again... First mom and dad and now...” the voice breaks and it’s quite for a while except for Sierra’s shallow breathing.
“I love you Jaycee... Always”
Always...
Beep. Beep. BEEP.
AAHHH! That incessant beeping is getting on to my nerves!!
I try to express my discomfort when I feel sleep tugging me back under...
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Laughter
That laugh again, it won’t leave me alone, although this time it sounds different... It sounds like the laugh of two people; a guy and a girl... disgruntled; I wonder what’s so funny when your country is an active participant in a war which is taking the life of thousands every day.
My mind shifts and...
I’m standing in front of the new plane, surrounded by the ground crew that we’re going to be flying this afternoon; standing next to me is...
“Nathan!” I shove him, faking anger as he makes fun of me again. Even though I’m not really annoyed because I know he loves me and this is his twisted way of showing it, I still try to get him to change his sadistic nature. I don’t understand how he got a rank in the Forces, he’s such a bum; keeps poking fun at everyone, whether it be a senior official or a junior assistant... They all just laugh though... It’s his personality I’m sure; charms everyone and he knows it... the little rogue.
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Little Talks
KurzgeschichtenSo what happens when one mistake turns your life upside down? When there's no room nor time to speak, scream or breathe? A promise of 'Always' is not always the best thing.