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S.C.H.O.O.L. -31-

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Souls Capturing Hospitality Over Objective Liberty
Day [I'm getting real tired of this shit.]


Waking up was like coming out of a pool. I saw lights and ceiling tiles swimming, quite literally, in front of my eyes, as though the surface of the water was coming closer and closer to my face. It became vivid, and solidified into bright white lights. My mind was flooded with whatever they had injected into me.

I saw people and shapes and colours of things that were not supposed to be that colour. Everyone around me seemed to be walking slowly, but blurred together. I could feel my eyes rolling in the back of my head and I felt my head collide with the pillow… or… my head was already on the pillow, and my mind just registered that I was, once again, in contact with the pillow.

It sounded like someone was trying to talk to me from under water, and I like to believe I saw a face looking intently at me, though whose it was I was unsure. They were yelling, bubbles coming from their mouth and rising to the surface above me. Waves were lapping at my legs, trying desperately to pull me further into the water, further down into the dark crevices of the ocean, down into whatever lurked in my high. Everything was so numb, so cold, so... unfeeling. It was as though my nerve endings just decided to shut down all together. I’m sure I could have been stabbed, but unaware of it.

My name. They were trying to say my name… Soci. Or they were, and my ears were trying just as hard not to register that with me. They tried shaking me, and my neck bent back at a very awkward and weird angle. My head was off the pillow.

“SOCI!”

I tried replying ‘yes’ but it came out more like ‘mmmsss.’

“No, we can’t just leave her, she’s kind of an important person and my best friend?”

“Well, she’s also a pain in the ass, and we already have one of those, so I don’t see why we need to take both of them-”

“Then leave the ‘mature adult’ where he is, hopefully to rot, and lets take Soci and go?

“I don’t mean to be rude but the half-decaying pile of sticks over there is significantly lighter than Soci.”

“You are being rude and does it look like I care? Theres three of us, we could even wheel her out to-”

“I’m with Mozart on this.”

“DIGI!?”

“What? He has a point. When he’s actually stable like he is now, and not a hippie, and not emotionally deranged.”

“Thank you.”

I’m up! I tried saying, but it came out like a grunt. Miraculously, it managed to shut all of them up. I flexed my fingers and clenched them, trying to send them a message that I wasn’t completely out of commission.

“I think she’s awake.”

“No shit she’s awake I just don’t want to take her with-”

“SHUT. UP. MOZART.”

I felt a hand under my head pulling me forward. Nausea swept over my intestines and I shook my head. “Mm no. No no put me down.” Instinctively I closed my lips tight, fearful that nausea will win this round. I felt the pillow on the back of my neck and everything seemed to subside.

“Sorry,” said a voice I recognized but could not pinpoint. She sounded harmless enough, she must have been my friend. I blink my eyes open towards the blinding light streaming through the window, only slightly blocked by three silhouettes hovering over me.

“Are you high?” One of them asks; the one they called Mozart. I squinted and tried focusing on his ugly awful face, but to no avail. I only assumed it was ugly and awful, because his personality is awful and ugly, and he reminded me heavily of a political party leader. Probably Republican.

I closed my eyes tightly and opened them, focusing on the three figures before my bed. Mozart, Digi, and Fan. Remembering them was like a cement block to the head, and it came with a searing pain through my brain and blinding white flashes.  I tried focusing on something else, but was only greeted with more pain, and that’s when I wondered painfully why the brain feels the need to hurt whenever it remembers a memory. Why it was so difficult to remember in the first place, whether someone conditioned all of us to forget… an induced sort of amnesia.

Opening my eyes again, Fan was busying herself with closing the blinds. Mozart and Digi were muttering near the curtain, casting looks to my companion in the bed beside mine. Fan sighed and wiped her hands on her jeans before turning back to me. “Are you fit enough to walk around?”

I smiled and gave a slight nod, knowing that any sort of movement would most likely shake the hornet’s nest and send my brain into white spasms again. Fan clapped once with an ‘Excellent!’ before tossing a maroon sweater and blue jeans my way. It dawned on me in that moment that I was dressed in hospital garb, and as the pain medication they must have slipped me before wore off, I could feel the ghosts of needles and patches stuck to me, though looking down they weren’t. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to sit up, and cradled my head in my hands.

“Okay, so we have come to a decision,” Mozart said, pushing the curtain between Trains and I back into the wall. “I understand this may not be for the benefit of everyone, but hear me out when I say that we should leave Trains where he is and anyone who argues can just stay back with him. All in favour say Ay. Ay. Okay it’s decided.”

“I didn’t say anyth-”

“Verdict is decided.”

Turning my head towards Trains, I saw he was completely knocked out. I mean, he was breathing (I could tell by his soft snoring and gaping mouth) but from what I could see he was still asleep.

“Have you-” I stopped talking when I realized my voice was hoarse, scratching against my throat. Coughing, I tried again, “Have you tried waking him up too?”

Mozart fixed a look on me, and without breaking eye contact he poured, “We tried talking, screaming, poking, prodding, pulling, drowning, slapping, pinching, scratching, and porn. He’s out colder than my aunt at her funeral last January.”

“Omygod that’s awful,” Fan said from the corner, genuinely shocked.

“Not really, he wouldn’t wake up I mean what else we were supposed-”

“I’m talking about your aunt!?”

“She was old and frail we all saw it coming.”

Trains was asleep. I was dressed in hospital garb. As far as I know, the rest of my friends are dead. There is a giant alien spider thing walking around who could come back any minute now. This creature carries medication that can put people to sleep for extended periods of time. I rubbed my eyes and swung my legs over the bed. It felt unfamiliar to have something so heavy connected to my body. However, I managed to stand, despite the majority of my weight being held in the palms of my hands against the bed frame.

Fan started coming toward me, “Soci do you need help!?”

“No no,” I reassured her, “I’ve got this. I can walk. It’s not difficult.”

I pulled on my pants so I wouldn’t feel so damn indecent. Mozart had busied himself with re-arranging Trains into uncomfortable body positions, and Digi was examining the eyeglass piece he always had. Noticing I was watching, he gestured it toward me, “It’s broken.”

“How’d it break?”

“I don’t know, I just woke up and it was broken on my bedside table.”

I gave him a sympathetic smile and took the rest of my wardrobe towards the bathroom. More-so for the mirror, so I could actually look myself over for any weird bruises or, worse, scars. Surprisingly enough, the bathroom was still intact. The toilet even looked like it could flush properly, despite the otherwise abandoned and shut-down feeling to the building.

This thought no longer comforted me when I realized the alien-spider thing must have been keeping care of the room for her two patients. That she wanted us to have comfort, wanted us clean. Wanted hygiene levels to be normal and everything to be suitable. She wanted us in our best state, despite the drugs, the coma, and the damaged remains.
Heyyooo Yeah this is happening! I'm gonna aim to have something new once a week. 

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Soci :iconscribeoftime:

Fan :iconchibiluver555:

Mozart :iconjumper1996:

Digi :iconadftba:

Trains : Not on deviant art annnd lets keep it that way
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