A Day To Remember.
ANOTHER OF MY SHORT STORIES :]
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Lying here awake for several hours is not a persons favourite pass-time, but here I am, in bed staring at the crack in my ceiling, trying to figure out whether it is indeed growing or whether my mind is playing tricks on me.
The sun is shining through the separation in my curtains, this is my signal to get out of bed and start the day. Down the hall I can hear my friends screaming and shouting - not unusual for this time in the day. I get out of bed, stretch; make my way to the bathroom, I know that today is going to be excellent. I am so happy I could burst, I think as I enter the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth I notice there is no razor today - oh well my legs will have to remain hairy untill I can obtain one.
I am now washed, dressed and have just eaten breakfast, I head to the lounge to watch television. As usual there is no news on, but a film ‘Chitty Chitty, Bang Bang’ - my favourite, however I can never watch it often as my imagination runs wild. You see I always wonder what it would be like to drive that magical flying car - to fly free like a bird so high. I let out a sigh and join my friends on the settee.
As the end credits roll I decide to take a walk; I leave the building and as I walk down the path, I take in my surroundings - as if it might be the last thing I will ever see.
The warm summer breeze brushes my cheek so lightly I almost don’t feel it and there are no clouds in the bright sky as I look up. The birds are especially beautiful today - the greys and the purples of the pigeons compliment each other well - I love birds, I love how they gather when someone throws bread to them, how they scatter if disturbed by a noise or person.
I find my favourite tree - the old oak, not old - graceful and beautiful. There is a worn patch where I sit and dream the day away. I take out my bottle of water as I sit down, and as I do weeks worth of medication falls from my sleeves. I pick up each tablet one by one, out of bored or curious feelings - and swallow them untill several week of medication has disappeared.
Everything goes black as I swallow the last one.
As the darkness fades into light, I try focusing on my ceiling, except there is no crack, I try and figure out an explaination for its disappearence and settle with the fact it has been plastered over when I was not in my room. In the distance I can hear a woman’s voice. I want to know why she is congratulating me
“You , are a very lucky woman” she says.
I turn away, I just stare out of the window as if I am not listening to her, I can see the tree - MY tree and a path, a path I walked down. Reaching out for the window I try and touch it, but I am cuffed to the bed.
I hate restriction.
“Sweetheart, if you keep doing things like this you won’t get better and if you don’t get better you can’t go home”
sweetheart? SWEETHEART? What does she know?
Her comments do not have any effect one me. I see her disappear out of my cell door; her disappointed eyes looking at me through the tiny window in the door. Her words will fall on deaf ears as she will never understand.
FEEL FREE TO LEAVE FEEDBACK
Lying here awake for several hours is not a persons favourite pass-time, but here I am, in bed staring at the crack in my ceiling, trying to figure out whether it is indeed growing or whether my mind is playing tricks on me.
The sun is shining through the separation in my curtains, this is my signal to get out of bed and start the day. Down the hall I can hear my friends screaming and shouting - not unusual for this time in the day. I get out of bed, stretch; make my way to the bathroom, I know that today is going to be excellent. I am so happy I could burst, I think as I enter the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth I notice there is no razor today - oh well my legs will have to remain hairy untill I can obtain one.
I am now washed, dressed and have just eaten breakfast, I head to the lounge to watch television. As usual there is no news on, but a film ‘Chitty Chitty, Bang Bang’ - my favourite, however I can never watch it often as my imagination runs wild. You see I always wonder what it would be like to drive that magical flying car - to fly free like a bird so high. I let out a sigh and join my friends on the settee.
As the end credits roll I decide to take a walk; I leave the building and as I walk down the path, I take in my surroundings - as if it might be the last thing I will ever see.
The warm summer breeze brushes my cheek so lightly I almost don’t feel it and there are no clouds in the bright sky as I look up. The birds are especially beautiful today - the greys and the purples of the pigeons compliment each other well - I love birds, I love how they gather when someone throws bread to them, how they scatter if disturbed by a noise or person.
I find my favourite tree - the old oak, not old - graceful and beautiful. There is a worn patch where I sit and dream the day away. I take out my bottle of water as I sit down, and as I do weeks worth of medication falls from my sleeves. I pick up each tablet one by one, out of bored or curious feelings - and swallow them untill several week of medication has disappeared.
Everything goes black as I swallow the last one.
As the darkness fades into light, I try focusing on my ceiling, except there is no crack, I try and figure out an explaination for its disappearence and settle with the fact it has been plastered over when I was not in my room. In the distance I can hear a woman’s voice. I want to know why she is congratulating me
“You , are a very lucky woman” she says.
I turn away, I just stare out of the window as if I am not listening to her, I can see the tree - MY tree and a path, a path I walked down. Reaching out for the window I try and touch it, but I am cuffed to the bed.
I hate restriction.
“Sweetheart, if you keep doing things like this you won’t get better and if you don’t get better you can’t go home”
sweetheart? SWEETHEART? What does she know?
Her comments do not have any effect one me. I see her disappear out of my cell door; her disappointed eyes looking at me through the tiny window in the door. Her words will fall on deaf ears as she will never understand.
