Silvertongued
Yes, this is dog
The first thing I became aware of was the pulsing in my head, a headache that lurked behind my eyes, throbbing in time with my pulse. The room was dark and humid, thrumming alongside the pain in my head.
Groggily, I pushed myself up. Pens fell from where they had stuck on my face, rolling off the table and clattering against the floor. I rubbed my eyes, suppressing a grunt as knuckles made contact with puffy flesh. Had I been crying? Last night was a strange, distorted fog, and I had trouble remembering the details. It wasn't until I saw the tank that everything rushed back with perfect clarity.
My sisters illness, the months of chemo, the nights spent holding hands and praying, the hoping, the wishing, watching her grow weaker and smaller with every passing day. The memories hit me all at once, and I staggered at my feet, flouncing back into my seat. It had all come to a head last night. Ashley's body had finally given out, and with it, my family. Dad fighting with Mom again, Emily making things worse between them, my brother screaming at the three of them. It was all too much. I... left.
And I... I had snapped in a different way.
Even now, the patterns made themselves known to my waking mind, showing me how to put things together to make... something more. And I now found myself in my basement, staring at the various humming components, the bloody test tubes, the mess of papers, and most of all, the massive plastic vat in which a small clump of flesh was growing.
OPTIONS:
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Groggily, I pushed myself up. Pens fell from where they had stuck on my face, rolling off the table and clattering against the floor. I rubbed my eyes, suppressing a grunt as knuckles made contact with puffy flesh. Had I been crying? Last night was a strange, distorted fog, and I had trouble remembering the details. It wasn't until I saw the tank that everything rushed back with perfect clarity.
My sisters illness, the months of chemo, the nights spent holding hands and praying, the hoping, the wishing, watching her grow weaker and smaller with every passing day. The memories hit me all at once, and I staggered at my feet, flouncing back into my seat. It had all come to a head last night. Ashley's body had finally given out, and with it, my family. Dad fighting with Mom again, Emily making things worse between them, my brother screaming at the three of them. It was all too much. I... left.
And I... I had snapped in a different way.
Even now, the patterns made themselves known to my waking mind, showing me how to put things together to make... something more. And I now found myself in my basement, staring at the various humming components, the bloody test tubes, the mess of papers, and most of all, the massive plastic vat in which a small clump of flesh was growing.
OPTIONS:
- Go through the papers. Maybe some of them hold some clue as towhat the hell I did last night, jog my memory more completely.
- Go upstairs, see what time it is, see if anyone else knows about what happened last night.
- Shut down the machine. Anything I did in that state of mind, it couldn't have been good.
- Write in~
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