Chapter 9A Chapter by Preeti
Chapter 9 of Semantic Blends: A Chain Novel.
Written by Preeti (http://www.writerscafe.org/p.raveena)
Written for Semantic Blends: A Chain Novel Experiment
As Josh lied
down on his bed that night, he could hardly believe the day he had had. A
terrible report card (which he carefully hid from his mother upon his return
home), his near arrest, the encounter with the Smart People, the crazy blind
man who didn’t seem to be quite human, Josephine’s note…and Gail. They hadn’t
seen each other in months yet they had fallen into ease with each other as if
it had only been a day. All this time he had thought she was doing what she
wanted to do, that she was with who she wanted to be with (whoever that was)…to
find out none of it was how he had thought it was! He was almost delirious with
happiness. She hated Sergeant Hawk! She wanted escape! And best of all, she
wanted escape with him! It was perfect, it was all so perfect…
It was one-fifteen in the morning and Josh stood hidden in the shadow of his old house wearing all black and looking frantically for a figure to emerge from the darkness. She was half an hour late. Where was she? Had she gotten caught? What sort of terrible, brutish things was she now suffering at the hands of Sergeant Hawk? He shuddered and put the thought out of his mind. No, that couldn’t happen. The universe wasn’t so cruel to give him a way out, to be some more than a silly schoolboy, and then snatch it away. But where was she?
“She won’t come,” a voice called out from the darkness. With a
start, he turned around to see the blind man walking towards him.
“Yeah? And what about Gail convincing the cops to let me go today?”
“That wasn’t Gail, Josh.”
The blind man looked so serious, it almost made Josh want to punch him in the face. Who was this guy? Why was he so bent on making up lies? Josh suddenly felt tired.
“You’re full of bullshit, you know that? Just--just leave me alone.” With that, he sat down on the lawn--now filled with dead grass and weeds--and put his head in his hands. There was a slight thumping in there now. He just wanted this day to be over. Where the hell was Gail?
“Tough day, son?”
Josh grunted in response.
“What were you doing this morning?”
“Why the f**k should I answer your questions?” Josh grumbled.
“Well, what else have you got to do?” the blind man retorted as he sat down next to Josh. Josh glared at him.
“I was at school.”
“And then I walked back home.”
“But not directly back home?”
“Fine! I stopped by my old place, you happy? You know about it already. You were there. Why are you asking me this?”
“Because, my dear boy, you still don’t know yet!”
“Know what?” grumbled Josh.
“Think about it. You stop by your old place and then, all hell breaks loose, doesn’t it? You get arrested where you meet Gail of all people, a girl you loved but haven’t seen in months. You’re let go but come back and nearly get yourself killed by the Smart People and voila, who do you run into but Gail again? And she says exactly what you want to hear: she’s unhappy, she needs someone to save her, to take her away. And you’re just the person to do it! You, with your resistance against the government, your underground pals fighting back. You’ll do it and the both of you’ll just skip happy-dandy into the sunset and live happily ever after. Don’t it seem a little too perfect?”
Josh said nothing. The thumping in his head was getting stronger now.
“And that’s not even half of it. You find Josephine’s note, another girl you loved, telling you exactly where she is and how you can find her the same day you meet Gail. Coincidence?”
“Fine, it’s weird okay?” Josh said exasperatedly, “That doesn’t prove anything.”
“No, what I’ve said so far don’t prove nothing. But what I’m about to say will.”
“And what’s that?”
“What’s the last thing you remember before being arrested?”
“I was in my old kitchen. There was an old family photo on the floor…and…” Josh furrowed his eyebrows, trying to recollect exactly what had happened.
“And I woke up at the police station, alright? What more do you want?”
“You heard something, didn’t you? You saw something right before you passed out.”
Josh closed his eyes, trying to focus on what exactly had happened. The thumping in his head was almost impossible to ignore now. It hurt, oh the pain, so much pain until he saw white. White. Why was that so important? A flash? A whisper?
“There--there was a white flash and someone--someone whispered to me.”
“What did they say, boy? What did they say?”
Josh turned to look at the blind man, his eyes wide.
The man clapped his hands and threw his head back, letting out a loud, victorious laugh.
“There it is!” he said gleefully, “there it is!”
“What is? This doesn’t prove anything.”
“But it does, it does!”
Josh rubbed his temples tiredly. The blind man was crazy but he was right about one thing: Gail wasn’t going to show. He felt a surge of anxiety as he thought about her and what must have happened. Maybe they can try again. But for now…now, the pain in his head was almost unbearable. He wanted nothing more than to go back home, to lie in his warm bed and sleep the rest of this miserable night away.
“What do you think the white flash was, Josh?”
“I don’t know. The cops, maybe they shot me or something. Gassed me to take me in.”
The blind man pursed his lips, a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Maybe” he said reluctantly, “but I don’t think that’s it. The cops whisper “Join us” too then, boy? Seems like a weird thing for the cops to say, don’t it?”
Josh felt sick. Very sick.
“I don’t give a f**k who said what. I’m going to go home,” Josh said, standing up. Home…he just wanted to home…
“You giving up on Gail then, boy?”
“Yeah--no. She’s not going to come. I’ll--I’ll find her in the morning,” he murmured. The pain in his head was incomparable to anything he had ever felt before. It was blinding him, he couldn’t see and struggled to keep his eyes open as he took a few shaky steps towards the place he most desperately wanted to go, but the blindness overtook and he felt himself falling. And as he was falling, he heard the blind man speaking behind him, his voice growing deeper and more raspy by the second, taking on an almost animalistic tone.
“I’ve got all the answers boy! You can’t go home.”
Now on his knees, Josh grabbed fistfuls of dead grass as he struggled to hold on to consciousness.
“Who...who are you?” he gasped.
“Me?” the blind man said innocently, “I’m your subconscious, boy.”
The last thing Josh heard before succumbing to the pain was a loud, wolfish howl.
© 2011 Preeti
Added on December 22, 2011
Last Updated on December 22, 2011
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