Run P1.A Story by palomiabirdthis is my first draft for the opening of one of my characters stories. what do you think?
Previous Version This is a previous version of Run P1.. Chapter one, no questions asked. Have you ever waited
for everything to stop? Because sometimes life is so unrealistically cruel,
that your sure that any time now your going to wake up from a nightmare and that’s all it was... a nightmare. Recently everything is vivid, and I
wish it wasn’t. I was reborn into a world were losing a
sense is a gift and death is a ticket to freedom. I suppose I ought to start at
the beginning. I am woken up to the
sound of a girl shouting to me in a language I do not understand, I can feel
her shaking me violently and trying to pull me up. I look around, and as my
eyes adjust and the black spots on my eyeball disappear, I can see that I’m in a bare concrete room with no windows. I am in a metal bed
covered by and itchy blue blanket. Attached to my arm are two tubes. They are
connected to bags, one with drip, and one with scarlet red blood. Next to the
bags is a machine, which I guess, is a synthetic lung replica. The room vaguely
represented a hospital room. There are two doors on either side of me. Left and
right. The girl is now
panting and staring at a door on the right side of my bed. She looks Indian and
is very dirty, with black under her nails, knotted black greasy hair down to
her shoulders. I guess she’s about 13. She raises her hands to the
air and chants something. Then very suddenly she rips the tubes from my arm. I
flinch. She takes my hand and looks at me; Her look is strong and meaningfully.
Then from the door to my right I hear men shouting, a language I still don’t understand but not the same as the one of the girl. The girl pulls
me up and drags me out of the bed. She’s pulling me out the door to our left. We
are now in an equally bare hallway. It is very long with about 50 doors either
side of it, and two large doors at the end. The girl pushes one of her hands
under my armpit and the other hand around my waist. We stumble towards the two
doors at the end of the room. I feel dizzy. The floors slipping beneath my feet
and the walls are rolling in front of my eyes. Its not just the room that’s spinning, my tummy’s doing backflips, and along with the adrenaline
being pumped through my aching muscles, by my beating heat, I feel like I’m about to be sick. The girl is dragging me along even though
all I want to do is sleep. I fall to the floor and vomit. As I choke and cough,
the girl is pulling me along the floor, my hands clawing to keep myself going. Panic
is all over her face. We finally get to the
end of the corridor. The girl slams herself against the door but its locked
shut. She steps away from the door, and jumps into the air slamming her whole
body against the door, but it barley moves, her body is flung backwards. She
looks in complete despair. I try desperately to think what to do, the girl
starts crossing herself, and muttering farther son holy spirit, since I have no
other idea I do the same. Just as I touch my breast, I feel something cold and
metal through my pocket. WAIT I have a pocket. I throw my hand into my pocket I
pull out a small envelope, and a key. We both stare at it. Suddenly our eyes
are averted to the much louder noise of men slamming in the room we were in, on
the far end of the corridor. The girl holds the key and together we slam the
key in the lock of the door and twist it. The door swings open and we burst
into a new room. Just as the doors swing shut I grab a glimpse of men in army
suits, witch giant guns, push through the door, at the end of the
corridor. The new room is a
deep, steep staircase in a square shape, each flight only 7 stairs deep. I hear
a loud sharp noise, and the second it rings through my body I realize its a
gunshot. This makes me understand the severity of this situation, so when the
girl starts flinging herself down the stair case, practically jumping the
entire flight, I do not hesitate to follow. At the bottom of the stairs is
another bare long hallway with great long doors to my left. These too are
locked, but this time I do not hesitate to use my key. For a second I think it doesn’t
fit, but with a heave the rust is broken, and the key turns. We push the door
open. once we are on the other side, the girl grabs my key, and locks the door
shut. Outside my eyes are
hit with the... well, horrific scene. I imagine there was once a city here, but
now as far as the eye can see are piles of rubble reaching 10s of feet into the
sky, dark shadows menace everywhere, and skeletons of buildings stand
half-heartedly. The dilapidated grey cityscape is undoubtedly the results of
one heck, of a gruesome war. I stand on a black road, alone, and a feeling of
fear and insignificance creeps up my spin. Although I feel completely
disorientated, I allow my eyes to slowly move from the disgusting scene, to the
girl who is running across the road to a car, were a dead man hangs out of the
drivers seat. He has a gun shot wound to his chest, I feel like vomiting,
as I watch the girl drag his cold body out of the car. Her body is drenched in
blood, and her face is stained read. She pulls her sleeve down her arm and wipes
her face, and licks the blood from around her mouth. She stares at me, momentarily lost in
emotions, then she stares at the body laying on the ground. She sits on top of
his body, and digs through his pockets. She pulls out some keys, and gets in
the car. She flicks her head, indicating for me to get in the car, and I
realize that, I if I get in I’m trapped. If I stay my future is unknown,
however it seems likely that ill end up the same as the corpse on the ground. I
want to run. Run home. Run somewhere safe, warm, somewhere blood is a thing of
imaginations. Then I hear the men,
and I decide to follow my instincts, so I run in to the car were I realize;
here is an untouched hospital with blank posters, two girls, and some men’s
voices. In eye of a storm. The slow purr of the
car under my body gives me a vague emotion of security, and in a sick way the
landscape resembles something somewhat picturesque. I gaze out the window,
tears rolling down my cheeks, wondering who I am, and the realization that I
don’t know who I am. But I don’t mind. I let myself ooze to sleep as the hot says of sunset meet
my soft skin. I wake up, and
suddenly remember the envelope I found in pocket. I dive my hand into my pocket
and pull it out. I look at it for a moment appreciating its undeniable
importance. I feel like I’m holding fairy dust. I slowly open it and pull out
the piece of paper for inside it. As I unfold the paper something falls out of
it on to the ground, and as I try to find it on the ground I begin to panic,
until I find it and hold it to my cheats. ‘I unclench
my fist and look at it; a necklace- a red ruby on a white ribbon. The I open
the letter and read it. © 2013 palomiabirdAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 2, 2013 Last Updated on April 2, 2013 AuthorpalomiabirdLondon, United KingdomAboutI dont know if anyone can relate to this, but im one of those writers (possibly the only writer!) who comes up with crazy ideas, and then starts to write them down, gets bored and come up with another.. more..Writing
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