![]() Prologue | TomorrowA Chapter by Keevan![]() Prologue to "Before The Lobotomy." Enjoy, please no harsh reviews.![]()
Gavin sat up, through with trying to sleep. He glanced at the clock on the wall facing him, which said seven forty three. That clock's been broken forever, Gavin thought. He turned his head to the right and looked at the sleeping form of his roommate, Carla. Her blanket had been pushed to the end of her bed, and her stuffed horse has fallen on the floor, just like every night. She was a restless sleeper. Gavin got up out of bed, feeling the cold cement under his bare feet. Silently, he walked over to Carla's side of the room and picked up her horse from the floor, which she almost never let go of. He rolled Carla onto her back, tucking the horse under her arm. He then proceeded to pull her blankets up and tuck her in for a second time that night. "Gavin?" Carla said, sleepily looking at him. "Didn't mean to wake you, Carls," he whispered, pulling her blanket back up to her chin. "You looked cold." "I was fine," she said. "Why are you still awake, Gav?" "Can't sleep," he said quietly. "Keep your voice down, Laramie might hear." "Laramie won't hear us," she said, though she did speak quieter. "It's really late." She paused. "Did the elephants come through tonight? I think I missed it." "You missed it," Gavin said, playing along. "You fell asleep early tonight." "Shoot," she whispered, her eyes closing again. "I wanted to see them tonight, Gavin." "You can see them tomorrow, Carla," Gavin whispered, his chest tightening. "Go back to sleep." But she already was. Gavin bent down and lightly kissed her forehead. "Goodnight, Carla." He walked back to his bed, thinking about the elephants. Carla says she sees elephants, when there are clearly none. Just like everyone else at the hospital, her brain isn't totally sane, either. Gavin laid back down, closing his eyes. He started thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow was when they would come for him. The bitter end to his bitter world. He imagined how it would happen. Two nurses would probably come for him. They would take him to a dark and secluded area of the hospital and sit him down in an uncomfortable chair and strap his wrists and ankles to it. The nurses would maybe try to tel him it won't be so bad, that he won't even feel it. He wouldn't believe the nurses. And then the neurosurgeon would come in holding a silver tray filled with water. He would lock the door behind him and set the tray on a small table by his tools. 'Are you ready?' he would ask. Gavin wouldn't answer. The neurosurgeon then would pick up his ice pick and small hammer and say, 'It'll all be over soon.' Gavin couldn't think past that. It was beginning to scare him. But, he was going to welcome it. Anything could be better than the life he's lived. © 2011 KeevanAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on September 25, 2011 Last Updated on September 29, 2011 Author![]() KeevanMNAboutThis account is active from time to time, but not much. If you send me a message or friend invite, odds are I won't respond. Since I"m in college, I'll be here from time to time but there are abso.. more..Writing
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