Saturday, April 18, 2009

6. Left.

It's 5PM and I rush to the bus stop to see if L left another note. I'm 30 feet away when I see the back of a hooded figure stapling a note to the door. It's L! I start running, and all of a sudden the space between L and I expands and the once deserted street is full of people. I'm pushing my way through the crowd yelling for L. I see L turn and I wonder if L heard me. I'm screaming at the top of my lungs and violently shoving people out of my way, I don't care who I hurt along the way, I need to see L.

I finally get to the abandoned door and the all the new notes says is Help Me. The note is stained with a burnt brownish color; it looks like dried up blood. I think L is hurt, but L is nowhere to be found. I look down and see blood, my stomach drops and I swallow hard. I'm afraid; L is bleeding, L is hurt. I follow the drops of blood, frantically pushing people around me. I'm in a panic now. L is loosing all this blood and is trying to find help; trying to find me.

I think I see a hood, but it's going the opposite direction of the blood. Shit. I stop and stand in the sea of moving people that suddenly parts showing me a fork in the road. Now in front of me I have two paths. To the left I see a stream of blood rising higher and higher and to the right, down a long, long path I think I see a hooded figure. I stand frozen staring at the blood splashing around and I fear if I go left I'll just find pieces of whatever is left of L. But to the right the hood is seeming faint and I start questioning if L was even wearing a hood in the first place. I stand at the fork for so long that the people on the left are all drenched in blood and all the people on the right are now wearing hoods. I don't know what to do, I drop my head in my hands and feel defeated. I can't move. I don't want to make the wrong choice. I look left, then right, then left again, then right, then left, then left, then left.

Left.

I start running through the thick blood that's almost up to my neck. I try to move my legs faster but the blood forms a tight hold around me and I feel stuck. I try to swim but when I look up it's nothing but a sea of blood, I try to tread to keep myself afloat as I look around. It's like I'm in the middle of the ocean, with nothing on the horizon. I'm drained and exhausted. I don't know where I am anymore, I don't know where L is anymore, but I think L is dead. I think I -

"And now my life has changed in oh so many ways, my independence seems to vanish in the haze. But every now and then I feel so insecure, I know that I just need you like I've never done before."

What.
What's that song!

The Beatles?
What.

I'm staring at the ceiling.
I'm awake.

I turn to look at my alarm, it's telling me it time to wake up. I feel around for the snooze button. If I go back to sleep now maybe I can still remember my dream. What was it about again?

"Help me if you can, I'm feeling down and I do appreciate you being round. Help me, get my feet back on the ground, won't you please, please help me."

2 comments:

mia said...

That was a terrific read. Love the connection to the Beatles, so clever! xo

ferdnerd said...

dude that was freaking awesome...

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