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climb too high - part 2 (standard:drama, 2035 words) [2/4] show all parts | |||
Author: snyrt | Added: Dec 27 2001 | Views/Reads: 2938/2051 | Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
the second part of a bit of auto-fiction about a sociopath who takes a wrong turn into drugs after seeking treatment. | |||
Part Two --------------------------- "Henry. Henry. Wake up." I open my eyes. The light overwhelms me, so I must keep my open eyes limited to slits. I see Dr. Ericson standing over me. "Henry. Wake up." "Arguhg" I reply. It is the only sound I can seem to make right now. "Henry?! Are you okay?" shouts Dr. Ericson ecstatically. He is absolutely amazed that I'm alive. "Yes, I'm fine," I say in a tired voice. I open my eyes the rest of the way. I look around the room. I'm lying on a bed in a brightly lit room. What's new? But this isn't my bedroom. This must be the infirmary. I've never been here before. Dr. Ericson is looking over me from my left, near my shoulder. Victoria is down near my feet on my right with a worried look on her face. Cruel Gruel is standing about five feet from the foot of my bed with a bowl in her hand, it must be gruel. I lift my head off the table. I see Sheila leaning against the side of the doorway with a half worried, half amused look on her face. She must find their overreactions quite funny. "I think he has food poisoning," says Victoria. Cruel Gruel blows up. Her teeth clench, her eyes squint, and she lets out a horrible growl as her body tenses and she begins to shake with anger. "Food poisoning? You think my gruel gave him food poisoning? How dare you!" I see Cruel Gruel lift the heavy, plastic bowl over her head and launch it in the direction of Victoria. I hear a crack, a smoosh, and a heavy thump. I sit up. And swing my feet over the left side of the bed. Everybody seems to be frozen in place. The room is in utter silence. Dr. Ericson is appalled. Sheila seems to have lost her smirk. She is horrified. I look down past my legs. I see a woman with the right side of her head bashed in. Her eyes are closed tightly. Her arms are sprawled to either side. A pool of blood envelops her body. Nobody says a word. The only sound is the nearly silent drip of blood from Victoria's head. Her gray hair is matted. I remember all the times I've wished she would just die. I imagined that I would look at her, and be glad that I would never have deal with her again. I feel pity. I feel sadness. It's somewhat ironic that everyone was afraid that I was dead, and now Victoria is dead. Cruel Gruel runs from the room in tears. The realization that she has just taken the life of another human has destroyed her. "Sheila, please take Henry out of the room and tend to him outside. I will deal with this," says Dr. Ericson putting on a front of calmness. Sheila looks away from the body as she enters the room. I scoot down the bed so as not to tread on the body, or on the puddle of crimson fluid. As I slide off the bed I turn to Dr. Ericson. "See what happens when I come into contact with people? That's why I stay away from them. I'm sorry about this." I receive no response. I stare at the floor as I shuffle from the room. Sheila puts her arm around me and sobs on my shoulder. "It'll be okay, Sheila. Don't worry about a thing," I say. * * * Cruel Gruel got taken away yesterday. She'll be charged with murder and most likely get quite a bit of time in prison. What will happen with our food? I sit up in my bed, back in my own room. I shuffle to my closet and put on the canvas suit. I walk to the door. I am more rested than usual. I press the button to be released. I hear the click of shoes coming down the hall. A strange feeling runs up my spine. I no longer wonder if Victoria is about to show up at my door. I no longer dread seeing her face. You'd think that the place would seem friendlier now that we've gotten rid of two of the meanest people in the world, but it just feels eerie. It's a bit too nice now. Like some sort of crazy happy land, where people get to talk to bunnies and eat marshmallow pies while frolicking in a fountain spewing out chocolate milkshakes. Actually, I bet there's at least one person in this place who's in that world right now. Man, it'd be entertaining to be able to be in such a hallucinogenic state all day. Click here to read the rest of this story (158 more lines)
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