There are two types of people in this world. Ones who sleep late and ones who wake early. I wake early, so that is how I started my day. I woke up, went for a run around the village, and then cleaned up. After that I had breakfast and got geared up for work. Pretty boring way to start a story, but that is how it happened. Don’t blame me for the universe’s lack of imagination. If I wrote the script for the world you better believe there would be gun fights and pirate ninjas trying to kidnap some cute redhead out of my bed every morning.
So that is how my day started, much like every other day and … wait this really sounds like a million other stories that have been written. Well score another one for the universe’s lack of imagination. How about I just skip to the good parts, the parts where I am laying in a pool of blood and think I am about to die? That is the part everyone wants to know about anyway, the good stuff. Well okay, there are some who do enjoy to know how I ended up there … It is difficult to write about it all though, plus I do have attention deficit disorder, just don’t shout squirrel though and we will be okay.
Where was I? Oh yeah I was leaving for work. It takes me usually about twenty minutes to get there, and today was looking to be no different. That was until I was blown off my feet and the building next to me was crumbling to the ground. Next thing I know I am half buried in rubble and I couldn’t hear anything. I could see a green glow though, it was coming from the other side of the rubble I was under.
I tried to move and was not having much success. My foot was caught under a large piece of cement. I had deep cuts in my arms as well, hence the laying in blood. Slowly as I struggled I started to hear again, but I soon wish I couldn’t. All I could hear was screaming and cries for help… Okay so that was me crying for help. The screams were others around though. I stopped calling out as I tried to assess my situation. After a few deep breathes I then noticed a pipe close by. I wrapped part of my shirt around the worst of my cuts to my arm. Then I used the pipe to wedge my foot out from under the block. I was wondering where anyone was to help, I mean that took me a bit of time. So I stood up to see what was going on around me.
Yeah so that just happened. All around me was rubble, thankfully there hadn’t been a lot of people on the street. I had no idea how many people had been in the building though. I seen a few bodies, not moving and well … I doubted they could have been helped. Most people were a couple blocks down helping people on the ground that way. I seen a few people point towards me and I waved that I was okay, They started to head my way anyway. Of course most of them were either filming or taking pictures. So much for people actually helping, I swear people are more interested in being “there” than actually being there and helping.
Okay so I am not much better, I wish I could tell you I went to go try and help the few others caught in the blast. I already told you though, I have ADD. What did I do? I went to go and look for the shiny green light. I found it too, in where the basement should have been for that building. I know what you are thinking, but really I wasn’t the only one heading towards the big glowing object. There it was too, a big boulder with cracks all over it’s surface. The glowing came from the cracks, it was pulsing at a steady rate. Everyone else stopped before they got too close though. I did not. I had the great idea to go up and touch the big rock… That might have been a mistake. Okay Yes it was a mistake.
The next thing I knew I was waking up in a bed with a headache the size of the Grand Canyon. Okay maybe that is a bit of a stretch, I have never seen the Grand Canyon so how could I compare. All I knew is my head felt like it was being ripped in two. The bright light above me did not help, in fact I am sure it was put right above me by some sadistic person who specialized in torture. I could hear people in the distance, but I did not want to move my head and look around. I don’t know what machines they had me hooked to but someone must have been watching them or watching me because Next thing I heard was a feminine voice calling for a doctor. Jury was still out at this point if I was in a hospital or a torture chamber. For all I know the head torture could have a PHD… I mean you could go to university to specialize in torture, they are usually called Dentists though.
I don’t remember anything else soon after that though. The human body has a nice defense to pain, it puts you to sleep. Too much pain and you will go unconscious, at least that is what I assume because that is what happened to me. I haven’t tested it out yet. All I know is the next time I woke up I felt nothing… really nothing. I must have been drugged because it was blissful. Then I opened my eyes and I wanted to go back to sleep immediately.
By MrYoop 