Post by Brokenhearts on Sept 7, 2006 10:20:34 GMT -5
this was on the last board… i never did post it here. anyway- read, review, comment- HELP ME OUT!!!! i mite use the first bit for some coarse work in mi english GCSE
No Name
There were no voices, no names were being called. The silence itself was deafening. Shadows. Everything was a blur and seemed to waver in the heat. It was smokey, but the people in that small room didn’t see to want to move. No sound, no taste, no smell. Only touch. He could feel the sweltering heat sinjing his skin, and the smoke choking him- but he couldn’t taste it nor smell it. He felt angry and agitated for some reason. Something big and bad was happening, he didn’t know what... if only the sound would come on... if only he could hear and listen... if only...
Some one was shaking me violently, jerking me back into a groggy hatefully cold, hurting reality. Sound was dull. I could hardly hear anything thing. I felt unreal, and floating. My head was throbbing incessantly. Half my face was numb, and I was freezing my arse off. I slowly blinked my eyes open. A bum was leaning over me, saying something. He didn’t smell like most bums did. I tried to make out the words by concentrating on his mouth. It wasn’t making sense to me. Nothing was.
Slowly the words he was shaping with his mouth became clearer, as did my head ache.
“You all right, kid,” he was saying with a thick accent I couldn’t understand, “you feeling ok.”
‘Yeah, I’m feeling great,’ I thought bitterly, ‘I my head is throbbing and I can’t feel half my face. Yeah, top of the world.’ I tried to push my self to sit up. It just made the throbbing worse. I felt something trickle down my face. What was it.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you kid,” he told me, sitting back looking around for someone, “what you do to your self? Get on the wrong side of the wrong gang?”
I couldn’t remember. I wasn’t thinking straight. I figured it would all come back eventually. I just needed some more time. I reached up and touched my face to wipe away what was going down my cheeks. I thought it was some kind of water. It was too thick. I looked at my hand. It was bright red, and black with soot. It smelt tangy, metalicy. It was blood. My blood to be more specific.
“Fucking hell!” I yelled, feeling more and more come down my face. I tried to sit up again. Everything was suddenly very sharp. I could hear everything, smell everything, taste everything, see everything. I was way too sharp for my liking.
“Lie down, you idiot,” said the bum, looking uncomfortable, “you’ll loose more blood if you’re not careful. Where is a fucking copper when you need em.” The bum looked down at me. Eyeing my torn t-shit, and rags for trousers. “It’s frickin winter,” he told me, “are you mad?”
I had no idea what year it was, how was I supposed to know what season. I couldn’t remember much at all.
“What yer name?” he demanded.
I thought for a minute. A horrible thought hit my brain. I didn’t know my name. I had no idea. I didn’t who I was. Where I came from. Who my parents were. Anything about myself had been wiped clean. But I knew about music, and for some odd reason I was thinking about history. I swear, you could have asked me anything about the cold war just then, and I could have told you anything. I asked what my favourite colour was, I’d have no idea.
The bum got up, and told me to wait there. Like I was gonna go any where in a hurry. I felt like utter shit. Plus I was trying to figure who I was. Nothing was making sense. To add to that, my throbbing head was making me dizzy. The sharp feelings that hit me suddenly, started to dull. My eyes wouldn’t focus, and I couldn’t see anything. I saw a girl copper in her stupid uniform, and the bum next to him, looking worried. The girl was too skinny, and almost flat boobs. Like most copper girls. They seemed to not think they’ll amount to anything, coz of their lack of figure and chest. So they become a copper, to defend them selves. She looked kind of anxious.
‘What you fussed about,’ I thought miserably, ‘you ain’t the knocked about one.’
The cop asked me something, but I couldn’t hear it. The last thing I saw before I passed out, was the cop bending bending over me.
Then I was in a white place. I thought I was still out side, because it was white and snowing out there. I shivered, expecting the cold to hit me. But it never came. I felt warmth seep through my body- causing my fingertips and toes to go numb. I was shocked. They I examined what I thought to be the sky more closely. It was flat and boring, unlike the real sky. It was a ceiling. I listened more closely to the sounds. They were muffled by wall. By the sounds, I guessed I was in a hospital. The bed kinda gave it away too. It was too hard, and my head was on a too soft pillow. I felt suffocated. I sat up straight. Then realised my head wasn’t throbbing any more, it was clear. My senses were normal again. I looked round my room again. It wasn’t white, it was cream, and there was about a six inch wide stripe through the middle of the wall going all the way round that0 was a dull mint green. I didn’t like it. Well that was something about my self I found out about- I didn’t like dull green. I still couldn’t remember my name, or anything else for that matter.
I pushed my self out of bed. I was wearing that very revelling hospital pyjamas, but I wasn’t going to complain yet. I had to test my legs. They were both fine. Strong enough to hold me, not enough to run. I wandered into the corridor down to where the door was. There was a door not far down into it. I opened it to revel a bath room. I need the loo, so I went in. A few moments later I was washing my hands. I looked up, into the mirror. The face that looked back at me looked familiar but different. It had changed since I had last looked in a mirror, and I wasn’t sure where or when that was. I wandered briefly about who that person looking at me so strangely was. Who he thought he was. Who is his family. Or was.
My hair was dark dark brown, and curly. Not very, but yeah, curly. Maybe it had been straight at one point? I wouldn’t know. It was longish. To about down just below my eyes, and it was shorter at the back. Was this a style I liked? Or was I growing out my hair? Maybe to annoy the ‘rents? No Idea. My eyes were hazel, more brown than green though. Had they always been like this? Did i get them from Mom or Dad? I shrugged it off. On further examination i saw that they were quite large as well. My nose was pretty average, off my face and kinda slim. Had I been chubby in my youth? Hmm...My mouth was kinda full. I had razor sharp high cheek bones which caused my face to look gaunt. Had something happened to make me this way? Something traumatic? I had a deep gash that was just beggining to scab on the left side of my face, going from my hair line, going over eye, through my cheek and finished on my sharp jaw line. I had stitches on part of my lip going down to my chin. That was going to scar deeply. Ouch. What had happened to me?
I seemed to very observant- because of the detail in which i was taking my appearance in with. Two things I had discovered. I hated dull green, and I was observant.
I still didn’t know my name. Why didn’t I know it? It was flippin’ ridiculous! I backed away from the basin, until my back hit the wall behind. I covered my face with my hands. My body felt strange. Alien. I mean knew about it. Like how it worked. How it was unusually slim for a guy, and how my hands were rather large, and so were my feet. How I was quite tell as well. It was getting frustrating.
I took my hands away from my face, and banged my head-hard- on the wall behind, getting angry. More and more aggravated. I walked out and sat on my bed, staring at the blank wall opposite. What the hell was happening to me? Why the fuck did it have to be me? Frustration built up in me- anger, bitterness- it all welled up. I was about to explode.
A nurse walked in. I didn’t realise that anyone let alone a nurseee had entered the room until she cleared her throat.
“You’re awake!” she said brightly.
I glared at her- my eyes a burning fire. I gave her the up and down. She had soft curling blonde hair. It was tied back into a loose pony tail. Her nose was movie actress small, and her mouth was innocent and pink. Her cheeks were rouged from blusher. She had a heart around her neck on a golden chain. She had a slim build. In her china doll arms was a clip board. Her summer blue eyes, looked up and down the paper on it. Her nurse’s uniform was really short, revelling long, pale model legs. The neck line was cut very low, and you could see one hell of alot of cleavage. And she had alot of it. It was very tight on her chest as well. I would have smiled if my lip wasn’t hurting so much.
“You don’t have a name,” she said, looking back up at me. She took a pen from her breast pocket. “What is it?”
I shrugged non committedly. “I got no idea,” I told her, “I wanna go. I’m fine.” I just had to get out of there. It was making me feel claustrophobic. I wanted to find who I was as quickly as I could. I reckoned I’d find it much more easily if I was outta that tiny room.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. I think she thought I was gonna trying something fresh with her.
‘No worries babe,’ I thought, ‘you are not my type.’ What was my type? I knew it wasn’t the blond type that’s for sure.
“Look gorgeous,” I said, my voice was deeper than I remembered, “I dunno anything about my self. I dunno what my name is, how old I am, or where my family is, if I have one. So don’t give me that look. You ok with that babe?”
She got the picture. She nodded. “I’ll call a psychologist,” she said, and turned away.
“Hey hey hey!” I said, getting up, grabbing her arm. She turned round and I let go, I just wanted her attention, “I ain’t no crack pot. I don’t need no shrink. Where are my clothes?”
“The ‘shrink’,” she put two fingers up like two inverted commas, “helps people remember things as well. And those rags you call clothes have been chucked. We’ll supply you with new clothes by this evening for when you go tomorrow.”
Made sense kind of. Didn’t like her much. She was pretty, and had some nice pair of- well, hey, I ain’t gonna spell it out for ya. She was your stereotype nurse. She walked out, and I was left feeling helpless. I wasn’t gonna leg it dressed in paper pjs. Forget it.
A couple of hours later, I was lying down in bed. Staring up at the ceiling forcing my self to remember what ever i could. I got nothing.
There was a knock on the door.
“What?” I demanded angrily.
An old man walked in, he was dressed in brown tweed with boring brown shoes. He had a boring face. An iron grey beard, and his hair was as well. He had dull brown eyes. He didn’t wear glasses though.
“So young man,” he said, his voice in one monotonous tone, very boring, “it appears you have no name.”
“No shit,” I said, turning my head back to the ceiling stubbornly.
“Well I’m here to see if I can change that.”
“No shit.”
He sat down on a visitors chair. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I really didn’t think it was going to help. He talked alot, telling me to think about memories I might have there weren’t any. He told me to close my eyes and think. I tried. Nothing. An hour later we got no where and we had nothing. So he told me to try again. The closing eyes business. I didn’t see the point, but it was better than looking at his ugly mug. I was so tired. I wanted to sleep a dreamless sleep- but ass fate would have it- I dreamt...
No Name
There were no voices, no names were being called. The silence itself was deafening. Shadows. Everything was a blur and seemed to waver in the heat. It was smokey, but the people in that small room didn’t see to want to move. No sound, no taste, no smell. Only touch. He could feel the sweltering heat sinjing his skin, and the smoke choking him- but he couldn’t taste it nor smell it. He felt angry and agitated for some reason. Something big and bad was happening, he didn’t know what... if only the sound would come on... if only he could hear and listen... if only...
Some one was shaking me violently, jerking me back into a groggy hatefully cold, hurting reality. Sound was dull. I could hardly hear anything thing. I felt unreal, and floating. My head was throbbing incessantly. Half my face was numb, and I was freezing my arse off. I slowly blinked my eyes open. A bum was leaning over me, saying something. He didn’t smell like most bums did. I tried to make out the words by concentrating on his mouth. It wasn’t making sense to me. Nothing was.
Slowly the words he was shaping with his mouth became clearer, as did my head ache.
“You all right, kid,” he was saying with a thick accent I couldn’t understand, “you feeling ok.”
‘Yeah, I’m feeling great,’ I thought bitterly, ‘I my head is throbbing and I can’t feel half my face. Yeah, top of the world.’ I tried to push my self to sit up. It just made the throbbing worse. I felt something trickle down my face. What was it.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you kid,” he told me, sitting back looking around for someone, “what you do to your self? Get on the wrong side of the wrong gang?”
I couldn’t remember. I wasn’t thinking straight. I figured it would all come back eventually. I just needed some more time. I reached up and touched my face to wipe away what was going down my cheeks. I thought it was some kind of water. It was too thick. I looked at my hand. It was bright red, and black with soot. It smelt tangy, metalicy. It was blood. My blood to be more specific.
“Fucking hell!” I yelled, feeling more and more come down my face. I tried to sit up again. Everything was suddenly very sharp. I could hear everything, smell everything, taste everything, see everything. I was way too sharp for my liking.
“Lie down, you idiot,” said the bum, looking uncomfortable, “you’ll loose more blood if you’re not careful. Where is a fucking copper when you need em.” The bum looked down at me. Eyeing my torn t-shit, and rags for trousers. “It’s frickin winter,” he told me, “are you mad?”
I had no idea what year it was, how was I supposed to know what season. I couldn’t remember much at all.
“What yer name?” he demanded.
I thought for a minute. A horrible thought hit my brain. I didn’t know my name. I had no idea. I didn’t who I was. Where I came from. Who my parents were. Anything about myself had been wiped clean. But I knew about music, and for some odd reason I was thinking about history. I swear, you could have asked me anything about the cold war just then, and I could have told you anything. I asked what my favourite colour was, I’d have no idea.
The bum got up, and told me to wait there. Like I was gonna go any where in a hurry. I felt like utter shit. Plus I was trying to figure who I was. Nothing was making sense. To add to that, my throbbing head was making me dizzy. The sharp feelings that hit me suddenly, started to dull. My eyes wouldn’t focus, and I couldn’t see anything. I saw a girl copper in her stupid uniform, and the bum next to him, looking worried. The girl was too skinny, and almost flat boobs. Like most copper girls. They seemed to not think they’ll amount to anything, coz of their lack of figure and chest. So they become a copper, to defend them selves. She looked kind of anxious.
‘What you fussed about,’ I thought miserably, ‘you ain’t the knocked about one.’
The cop asked me something, but I couldn’t hear it. The last thing I saw before I passed out, was the cop bending bending over me.
Then I was in a white place. I thought I was still out side, because it was white and snowing out there. I shivered, expecting the cold to hit me. But it never came. I felt warmth seep through my body- causing my fingertips and toes to go numb. I was shocked. They I examined what I thought to be the sky more closely. It was flat and boring, unlike the real sky. It was a ceiling. I listened more closely to the sounds. They were muffled by wall. By the sounds, I guessed I was in a hospital. The bed kinda gave it away too. It was too hard, and my head was on a too soft pillow. I felt suffocated. I sat up straight. Then realised my head wasn’t throbbing any more, it was clear. My senses were normal again. I looked round my room again. It wasn’t white, it was cream, and there was about a six inch wide stripe through the middle of the wall going all the way round that0 was a dull mint green. I didn’t like it. Well that was something about my self I found out about- I didn’t like dull green. I still couldn’t remember my name, or anything else for that matter.
I pushed my self out of bed. I was wearing that very revelling hospital pyjamas, but I wasn’t going to complain yet. I had to test my legs. They were both fine. Strong enough to hold me, not enough to run. I wandered into the corridor down to where the door was. There was a door not far down into it. I opened it to revel a bath room. I need the loo, so I went in. A few moments later I was washing my hands. I looked up, into the mirror. The face that looked back at me looked familiar but different. It had changed since I had last looked in a mirror, and I wasn’t sure where or when that was. I wandered briefly about who that person looking at me so strangely was. Who he thought he was. Who is his family. Or was.
My hair was dark dark brown, and curly. Not very, but yeah, curly. Maybe it had been straight at one point? I wouldn’t know. It was longish. To about down just below my eyes, and it was shorter at the back. Was this a style I liked? Or was I growing out my hair? Maybe to annoy the ‘rents? No Idea. My eyes were hazel, more brown than green though. Had they always been like this? Did i get them from Mom or Dad? I shrugged it off. On further examination i saw that they were quite large as well. My nose was pretty average, off my face and kinda slim. Had I been chubby in my youth? Hmm...My mouth was kinda full. I had razor sharp high cheek bones which caused my face to look gaunt. Had something happened to make me this way? Something traumatic? I had a deep gash that was just beggining to scab on the left side of my face, going from my hair line, going over eye, through my cheek and finished on my sharp jaw line. I had stitches on part of my lip going down to my chin. That was going to scar deeply. Ouch. What had happened to me?
I seemed to very observant- because of the detail in which i was taking my appearance in with. Two things I had discovered. I hated dull green, and I was observant.
I still didn’t know my name. Why didn’t I know it? It was flippin’ ridiculous! I backed away from the basin, until my back hit the wall behind. I covered my face with my hands. My body felt strange. Alien. I mean knew about it. Like how it worked. How it was unusually slim for a guy, and how my hands were rather large, and so were my feet. How I was quite tell as well. It was getting frustrating.
I took my hands away from my face, and banged my head-hard- on the wall behind, getting angry. More and more aggravated. I walked out and sat on my bed, staring at the blank wall opposite. What the hell was happening to me? Why the fuck did it have to be me? Frustration built up in me- anger, bitterness- it all welled up. I was about to explode.
A nurse walked in. I didn’t realise that anyone let alone a nurseee had entered the room until she cleared her throat.
“You’re awake!” she said brightly.
I glared at her- my eyes a burning fire. I gave her the up and down. She had soft curling blonde hair. It was tied back into a loose pony tail. Her nose was movie actress small, and her mouth was innocent and pink. Her cheeks were rouged from blusher. She had a heart around her neck on a golden chain. She had a slim build. In her china doll arms was a clip board. Her summer blue eyes, looked up and down the paper on it. Her nurse’s uniform was really short, revelling long, pale model legs. The neck line was cut very low, and you could see one hell of alot of cleavage. And she had alot of it. It was very tight on her chest as well. I would have smiled if my lip wasn’t hurting so much.
“You don’t have a name,” she said, looking back up at me. She took a pen from her breast pocket. “What is it?”
I shrugged non committedly. “I got no idea,” I told her, “I wanna go. I’m fine.” I just had to get out of there. It was making me feel claustrophobic. I wanted to find who I was as quickly as I could. I reckoned I’d find it much more easily if I was outta that tiny room.
“What do you mean you don’t know?” she asked, her eyes narrowing. I think she thought I was gonna trying something fresh with her.
‘No worries babe,’ I thought, ‘you are not my type.’ What was my type? I knew it wasn’t the blond type that’s for sure.
“Look gorgeous,” I said, my voice was deeper than I remembered, “I dunno anything about my self. I dunno what my name is, how old I am, or where my family is, if I have one. So don’t give me that look. You ok with that babe?”
She got the picture. She nodded. “I’ll call a psychologist,” she said, and turned away.
“Hey hey hey!” I said, getting up, grabbing her arm. She turned round and I let go, I just wanted her attention, “I ain’t no crack pot. I don’t need no shrink. Where are my clothes?”
“The ‘shrink’,” she put two fingers up like two inverted commas, “helps people remember things as well. And those rags you call clothes have been chucked. We’ll supply you with new clothes by this evening for when you go tomorrow.”
Made sense kind of. Didn’t like her much. She was pretty, and had some nice pair of- well, hey, I ain’t gonna spell it out for ya. She was your stereotype nurse. She walked out, and I was left feeling helpless. I wasn’t gonna leg it dressed in paper pjs. Forget it.
A couple of hours later, I was lying down in bed. Staring up at the ceiling forcing my self to remember what ever i could. I got nothing.
There was a knock on the door.
“What?” I demanded angrily.
An old man walked in, he was dressed in brown tweed with boring brown shoes. He had a boring face. An iron grey beard, and his hair was as well. He had dull brown eyes. He didn’t wear glasses though.
“So young man,” he said, his voice in one monotonous tone, very boring, “it appears you have no name.”
“No shit,” I said, turning my head back to the ceiling stubbornly.
“Well I’m here to see if I can change that.”
“No shit.”
He sat down on a visitors chair. I wasn’t in the mood to talk. I really didn’t think it was going to help. He talked alot, telling me to think about memories I might have there weren’t any. He told me to close my eyes and think. I tried. Nothing. An hour later we got no where and we had nothing. So he told me to try again. The closing eyes business. I didn’t see the point, but it was better than looking at his ugly mug. I was so tired. I wanted to sleep a dreamless sleep- but ass fate would have it- I dreamt...