into the wilderness - h.s.

fourteen

The world was dark and cold around me. I felt like I was floating. Is this what it would feel like if I could fly? There was an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach but I had forgotten why, thus it quickly subsided. I felt my hair lift off my neck and float in a cloud around me. My arms dangled limply at my sides. Eventually I became warmer, like I was wrapped in a thousand heated blankets.

I suppose this is what it felt like to fly.

I tried to take a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. My eyes flew open when I realized breathing was, in fact, impossible. I was surrounded by a murky, green, dark unknown. The world I was seeing blurred in front of me as my insides began to convulge. The lack of oxygen was no where near anything I had ever felt before. I couldn't feel my legs or my fingers. When I flexed my joints to try to regain feeling, I felt nothing; only pain.

It was a moment in which my entire life flashed before my eyes. I thought things like this only happened in the movies, but they don't. We experiance them as if it were an entire lifetime, but in reality, all the thoughts crossed my mind in a nano-second. Maybe it was the lack of oxygen, maybe it was a near death experiance, I don't know. But something triggered those memories, and I could practically hear the prominant whirring as it displayed the moving pictures onto the once blank screen.

The images were tinted with a fuzz around the outside as if I they had somehow been damaged. They dance before my eyes in a series of flashes and movement. I saw the first birthday I could remember. I had on my velvet dress with the lace collar. A pointed party hat was attached to my head, held securley in place by the elasric string under my chin. My girl friends were gathered around the table, wearing practically the same thing and singing a soundless song. They clapped as I blew out the three pink candles on my cake.

The picture change, and I changed with it. I was taller, with more hair, tan skin, my long legs that were exposed to the bright sun of summer. I was dancing with a can of soda in my hand, and a shorter blonde girl was doing the same thing next to me. She was my best friend throughout my entire middle school years. We used to go to the lake every summer on the Fourth of July and spend forever lying in the sun and talking about the future. It felt like eons ago, dancing on the dock without a care in the world.

I was now seeing a memory of my first date. My first date with Jacob. He had been so sweet and such a gentleman, promising to my dad that he would bring me back by eleven. I still found it silly that, even though I was eighteen years old and almost a highschool graduate, he still made the promise. And he kept his promise, something that pushed him over to the good side of my parents minds. I had found so much pride in calling him mine.

My shirt twisted and curled around my stomach, the lack of gravity in the water was unable to hold the shirt to my body. I wound my arms tightly against my chest. It was a defence mechanism I thought would reduce the pain searing through my lungs. My eyes began to sting as I lost the oxygen to my brain, making it impossible to form a coherant thought. A brown blur appeared in my perifery, moving slowly towards me. I felt something wrap around my waist before I was yanked upward and everything went white.

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Anonymous

"Look what you did now, you big shit," her eyebrows were pulled low over her head as she glared at him with a look that could kill ten thousand armed terrorists. He felt the glare in his blood, boiling the liquid until it was too hot to handle. He pulled his leather gloves from his hands and shoved them into his pocket. He toed the ground with his boots, never looking up to meet her threatening gaze.

"You couldn't have followed them for one damned minute," she threw her own gloved hands over her head. She was seathing with anger, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her breath reaking of displeasure. She crossed her arms over her ample chest before she turned on her healed boots to walk in the other direction.