Wandering the forest usually has a calming effect but not today. Today everything feels wrong. I search through my pocket for my lighter. There it is. It falls from my hand. Fuck, I can’t even hold on to a lighter. Reaching over to pick it up I notice my hand shaking. Why is my hand shaking? A sudden searing pain moves across my face and through my head. Gasping I fall to my knees cradling my head. It won’t stop. It intensifies. I look around me for help… No one’s around, that’s why I come here. The world appears to melt around me as I collapse. I’ll just lie down for a bit.
“We’re not sure if there’s any permanent damage. In all honesty we don’t even know what happened to him or when it started. Our tests are showing ongoing activity indicative of a seizure but he’s not displaying any physical reactions normally associated with a seizure of this magnitude.” The doctor explains this to a very agitated woman. “We’ll let you know more when we know more. I don’t know how but he’s conscious now. Go see him. I imagine he’s a little confused.” Looking towards a room he turns and leaves.
“Much better. I should probably go home.” Opening my eyes I see ceiling where leaves should be. Where am I? I turn my head to the right. A window. It’s dark out. I turn my head back to the left. A door. A door with my mom walking through it! “Mom?!” I ask as if that one word has all my questions bundled within it. “Aaron, I’m so glad you’re okay” She has her hands to her face and tears are streaming down her cheeks. She’s obviously upset but I can’t help but be annoyed at the lack of response to my questions. “Mom?!” I ask again. She walks up to the bed “They found you on a bike path this afternoon” She explains at last. “Were you attacked? What happened?” I tell her about the fight I had with Sarah earlier that day. “I went for a walk to cool off. I felt a sharp pain in my head and then I woke up here. Have you talked to her? Does she know what happened?” I smirk internally. Now she’s going to feel bad. I immediately feel guilty. “She had gone to work by the time you were found. Dad got a hold of her. She’s on her way here now.”
Everyone has gone home now. I’m bored and I can’t sleep. Sarah had come bursting into the room while I was eating my white paste with brown goo on it. It tasted like dirt. She hugged me and wouldn’t stop crying. I felt really bad for worrying her. After much consolation she apologized for cornering me. In the background I hear Dad telling mom how it’s criminal to charge so much for TV in the room with only 13 channels. “Was that TV for me or for you Dad?” I grin sheepishly as he angles the TV so I can watch a little Baywatch as well. I had cherry Jello for desert. Now I get to stare at the blob of light on the wall. Thank god for street lights or I would have nothing to do.
Startled out my sleep by a loud alarm I sit bolt upright in bed. What’s making that sound? I see a box to my left. It’s melting. It must have shorted, I’d better get a nurse in here. It’s then that I notice the wall is melting too. Chunks of ceiling are falling around me like blobs of pudding. I frantically clutch the nurse button in my hand. It oozes out between my fingers. The bed sags and collapses beneath me. The nurse comes running in to the room stares around in disbelief and let’s out a shriek the likes of which I’ve never heard. It stabs at my ears. I can still hear it through my hands. I want to tear my ears off. Make it stop! It echoes and slowly starts to fade. It’s dark and I feel like I’m floating.
“We’re not sure if there’s any permanent damage. In all honesty we don’t even know what happened to him or when it started. Our tests are showing ongoing activity indicative of a seizure but he’s not displaying any physical reactions normally associated with a seizure of this magnitude.” The doctor explains this to a very agitated woman. “We’ll let you know more when we know more. I don’t know how but he’s conscious now. Go see him. I imagine he’s a little confused.” Looking towards a room he turns and leaves.
“Much better. I should probably go home.” Opening my eyes I see ceiling where leaves should be. Where am I? I turn my head to the right. A window. It’s dark out. I turn my head back to the left. A door. A door with my mom walking through it! “Mom?!” I ask as if that one word has all my questions bundled within it. “Aaron, I’m so glad you’re okay” She has her hands to her face and tears are streaming down her cheeks. She’s obviously upset but I can’t help but be annoyed at the lack of response to my questions. “Mom?!” I ask again. She walks up to the bed “They found you on a bike path this afternoon” She explains at last. “Were you attacked? What happened?” I tell her about the fight I had with Sarah earlier that day. “I went for a walk to cool off. I felt a sharp pain in my head and then I woke up here. Have you talked to her? Does she know what happened?” I smirk internally. Now she’s going to feel bad. I immediately feel guilty. “She had gone to work by the time you were found. Dad got a hold of her. She’s on her way here now.”
Everyone has gone home now. I’m bored and I can’t sleep. Sarah had come bursting into the room while I was eating my white paste with brown goo on it. It tasted like dirt. She hugged me and wouldn’t stop crying. I felt really bad for worrying her. After much consolation she apologized for cornering me. In the background I hear Dad telling mom how it’s criminal to charge so much for TV in the room with only 13 channels. “Was that TV for me or for you Dad?” I grin sheepishly as he angles the TV so I can watch a little Baywatch as well. I had cherry Jello for desert. Now I get to stare at the blob of light on the wall. Thank god for street lights or I would have nothing to do.
Startled out my sleep by a loud alarm I sit bolt upright in bed. What’s making that sound? I see a box to my left. It’s melting. It must have shorted, I’d better get a nurse in here. It’s then that I notice the wall is melting too. Chunks of ceiling are falling around me like blobs of pudding. I frantically clutch the nurse button in my hand. It oozes out between my fingers. The bed sags and collapses beneath me. The nurse comes running in to the room stares around in disbelief and let’s out a shriek the likes of which I’ve never heard. It stabs at my ears. I can still hear it through my hands. I want to tear my ears off. Make it stop! It echoes and slowly starts to fade. It’s dark and I feel like I’m floating.
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