I was sitting alone in
my living room on a green couch that seemed to be coming apart towards the
ends. The lighting, which consisted of light sockets scattered around the room
housing bulbs, was very dim, yet menacing. It hit me that there was nothing
else in the room but this couch, a rug on the spot of floor I was on, and, next
to me, a large fold out table, gray and menacing with the look of it. I could
feel the cold of the metal as I sat next to it, looking down at it as if I was
looking down at my own grave.
As I looked up, I could feel eyes staring at me in the
shadows of this confined amount of seemingly floating space. And out of the
shadows…they came. Two men. Big. Looming. Grim.
They sat down in chairs across the table from me and
started talking to me. At first they seemed nice, talking to me about my day
and how I had been feeling at the moment, but then they looked at me with harsh
unsettling eyes. They told me to lie down on the table and that I would be
fine. And for some reason, I obliged to their wishes. I stood up from the couch
I was sitting on, crawled up on the table, lied on my back, and then just
stared into space. Of course, a few seconds later, the two men’s heads came
into my field of vision.
They stared at me, gave me heartless smiles and told me
that I would be fine and I would barely feel a thing. Then, though I can’t
really tell you exactly what it was they had, they pulled out tools that looked
almost like little drills. Again, they assured me that I would be alright, and
then one of them held me down as I tried to struggle, but I was too weak to
free myself. The other man then grabbed my skin and pinched it. And then, like
that, it was all done in one motion…
He took the drill, put a sharp piece into the end, and
then slammed it down on the skin he was grabbing and pierced me through it. A
tear came from my eye, but I was no longer struggling and decided to try to
take the pain. I could see the blood squirt a little in the corner of my left
eye, the incision being in my left arm. I could feel it go through me, and they
continued to pierce my body in a different place every few seconds. I could feel the pain rush over me, into my
breath and through my bloodstream, to every nerve ending possible in my body.
My body was solely a channel for pain, but I refused to utter a word. I would
not scream.
All I could hear is the sound of the drill, the sound of
laughter from the two men inflicting me with the feeling of physical and
emotional hopelessness, and the sound of haunting silence. It still lingered in
the air around me, as everywhere I looked above me, I saw nothing. Absolutely
nothing. Still, they continued to drill on and on.
After about fifteen minutes, it finally ended. I was left
lying on the cold metallic table, with every ounce of energy drained out of me.
I was alive on the outside (at least, the half that wasn’t covered in holes and
blood) and dead on the inside. I could not move a muscle. I didn’t really care.
I heard one final bout of laughter before the two men
flipped the table over. I fell with a thud to the hard wooden ground, but as I
fell, I realized that I was alone in the dark room once more. No men. No table.
No couch. Just my naked body and the snow falling from the empty sky. I just
stared off into the distance until I woke up.
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