I'm Not Afraid [private, Misery]
Jun 8, 2012 12:20:56 GMT -5
Post by Wisteria !? on Jun 8, 2012 12:20:56 GMT -5
IMOGENE SOMERSET
The visions filling my mind would’ve confused anyone -- except me. The small, delicate and multicolored bubbles filled the air, along with the screams of the men and women in the room. The sense of calm filled my mind as the memory ate me alive. The day may have been the single most important day of my being -- the day when I lost my hand to the explosion. Chemicals are dangerous. I’ve learned this the hard way. Sighing, reality floated back towards me as I took in the rather bright scene of the chemical lab around me. The multiple men and women surrounding me reminded me of an asylum -- a mental ward. Taking a deep breath was even hard because of the strong fumes that us scientists -- practicing or professional, were used to. I glared down at my missing hand as the memory once again engulfed my mind. The visions around me danced before my eyes, as my younger self walked hand-in-hand with my parents towards the lab with an exciting look on my face. If I could’ve only been able to tell her to stop -- maybe I’d still have my hand today. The cold surfaces around me reminded me of the doctor’s office, and for a split second I wondered how I could’ve felt comfortable in there in the first place. I needed to leave, and fast. I turned around on my heels and darted out the doors, seemingly breaking back into the fresh color of reality rather than the dull visions behind me.
“Oh Panem help me now,” I pleaded in a low voice, my dark blonde hair cascading in light waves around my shoulders. How would I handle another catastrophe in the district six? What if more children were involved? Lives were lost the day of the previous explosion, and I was lucky to have only lost a hand of mine. Now I sit and hide it in the pocket of my short pants, waiting until the day where luck would finally strike.