Writing Move [PG]

[Flashlight]

I didn?t want to. She kept begging-pleading with me, trying anything to get me to move. I suppose I could have?should have. But I didn?t. Just didn?t want to.

She was panicked now, having accidentally discovered the gushing wound on my back. Was it critical? Would I have died from it? I don?t really know. Don?t really care.

The state of mind I was in at the time?it was simply something else. Vegetative? Perhaps, but so much more and so much less at the same time. Conscious of everything going on around me, I was simply unresponsive. Maybe I really did have any idea what was going on, and I?m just fooling myself guessing at what happened, to make myself feel better.

Up in the clouds, flying without wings, floating along the skyline, allowing the subtle winds to take me wherever they pleased. It was bliss, save for one thing. I was alone. Did I mind? Probably. I don?t think I liked the loneliness very much, or else why would I have come back?

It was just so amazing being up there though, really, why did I come back? Something even more amazing pulled me in. Someone.

Everyone had crowded around, shouting at him or her, offering suggestions?making demands. ?Take him here; take him there. Shake him; leave him. I was prodded, poked, and screamed at repeatedly. It seemed no one was in the right state of mind to handle the situation. No, that?s a lie. Everyone was simply handling it in the best way they could, just like me. Is there even such thing as the right state of mind?

Someone was pushing through the crowd. She had been searching for someone to come and help, but found no one; everyone was already here. I could?[I]feel[/I] her body shaking. Was she crying? I doubt it. Just scared and confused, scared because she was so confused and helpless more than fearful of my condition.

Eve?the first girl, the when who was begging me, the one who was still weeping uncontrollably?my sister, wrapped her arms around me then, supporting me on her knees, whispering in my ear, ?Leon, wake up Leon. Please, move. Just move, even a little, just a little, for me, please??

[I]But I don?t want to.[/I]

She couldn?t take in anymore, anxiously setting my body down and backing away, desperately trying to breathe.

The other girl stepped forward suddenly. She was still trembling, yet something compelled her forward. What?

No words, she dropped to her knees and cautiously took hold of my hand. Apprehensive at first, she abruptly tightened her grip, her breathing returning to a steady rate. I still didn?t want to move. Something inside began to melt.
Gradually she pulled me forward. No words.

Sitting upright now, my head fell forward, my body limp for an instant. I couldn?t help but smile. Slowly I opened my eyes. Tattered jeans, a dirt road, and the afternoon sun welcomed me back.

I looked up to see her smile. No words. Everything turns to water. She took me into her arms and held me close. No words. In each other?s arms we stayed for hours upon moments frozen in time. No words. For that I was glad.


The bed was hard and cold, and worse yet it wasn?t mine. The joy of awaking in one?s own bed was something I had not experienced in a long time. Too long?

No looking back.

With much struggle I managed to position myself upright against the backboard. Gripping the blanket intensely, struggled to catch my breath.

Second attempt.

One foot at a time, I hauled myself off the bed and to the door, fiddling with the broken knob until it finally came loose. No it did not open, it simply fell apart and the door lightly swung open, receiving me.

Somewhere from the bed to the door a stitch must have opened up, as my white hospital gown was now painted a lush red.

Stumbling into the hallway, I had to shield my eyes for the intense sunlight penetrating the windows. There was no time to get hold of my bearing?I could be discovered at any moment.

My eyes adjusted and I quickly turned around?the exit was the other way.
Somehow I found a descending stairwell and promptly hurled myself down, bashing my skull into each step as I spiraled downwards. Reaching the bottom I calmly dusted myself off and decided I would need to locate my clothes?or anyone?s clothes for that matter.

Aimlessly I wandered through the repetitive dull gray halls until I came upon an unlocked room. Plunging into the doorway I discovered a storage room littered with white and red boxes. Quickly scanning the labels I found a name on each one, and quickly came across mine.

Tearing the box apart, I discovered my ragged jeans and blue and white wash t-shirt, along with a crumpled slip of paper which simply read: Let Go

The handwriting seemed so incredibly familiar, but I couldn?t quite place from where.
After a bit of digging, I located a bandage roll and used the entire thing in securing my chest and hopefully inclosing the open wound on my back.

Putting on my clothes, I was again wandering the bleak halls of the hospital, trying to locate he exit. It was different. Nothing like I remembered it. Where were all the nurses? And the patients?

I broke into more than a few rooms, and each one was as empty and desolate as the last. Where was everyone?

Finally I staggered into the lobby. A few chairs strewn about, a receptions desk, and most importantly the double doors leading to the outside world, everything looked perfectly in order. Except that there were no people. This was a hospital; there are always people here. Nothing made any sense, not that it ever does anyway.
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Not finished, but I'm the type of person who likes to hear what other people think before he gets too far in. So, what do you think?