Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-37443256-20181108163108

fox

'''Sarah slapped a sticky foil patch onto my wrist like it was a fucking courtesy. I put my nose up to it and my face tightened as I threw my head back. It smelt like rotten weed. “What is this?” I asked her. “I don’t know but I put three on my arm last night and it felt like my whole body was just… singing.” She said. I instantly understood what she meant. It stung a little bit, but I began to feel a soft warmth. Almost as if one of those fuzzy blankets managed to fit onto every curve of my face and body in a snugly fashion. “You have no idea what this is?” I asked her. She responded much slower this time, I think she may have been drinking before I came over. “It’s… it’s some kind of uhh… like… INTENSE uhh... thing. I don’t know, man.” '''

'''The whole thing was making me really uncomfortable. There was a party going on downstairs with loads of people I don’t even know. But that’s not even the problem, downstairs where everybody’s jumping around dancing - there are these red LED strip lights on the ceiling. They go along the entire room. Sarah said it was to make it “moody”. They really bothered me while I was on my way upstairs to Sarah. Or maybe I’m just using them as a scapegoat because I also just wanted to get the hell away from all those people. When I do inevitably try to leave I’ll have to look down at the floor or something. “Any idea how long this thing lasts?” I asked. “Oh my god can you just shut up you are such a...” She stopped herself and sighed. She rolled over on her side, my eyes were getting heavy so I just let them close. I was asleep next to her.''' I’m quite gullible. I find it difficult to tell if I’m dreaming or not. I mean, I know when I’m awake, but when I’m dreaming I just think I’m exhausted. Past and future do not seem relevant so I just focus on what’s in front of me. In front of me was the view from my bedroom window, it was dusk. My entire backyard was just flooded. There was no rain, just an ocean. The water was so high up I could see branches and trash flowing along the current. I felt my wrist sting, I flinched and went to itch it.

'''Then the light changed. '''

'''The water was higher and then wind carried huge trees into the house. The entire house was shaking. My heart was pounding, it felt so real. I ran downstairs into the kitchen to see if my parents were there, and that’s when I saw it.''' A fox just laying down on the floor. I’ve never seen an animal look confident. It looked like it owned the place. It looked at me and then I felt my wrist sting again and this time I grabbed with force and my eyes opened. “You know for a no-name drug, this shit is pretty powerful. Maybe a bit too much.” I said. Silence. “Sarah?” I sat up and saw I was alone on her bed. I assumed she went to the restroom or something. The sticky foil patch was still on my wrist, it was really starting to hurt, and my head was spinning. I didn’t want to move. I just stared at her star covered ceiling that she probably decorated as a child. I still heard music from downstairs, so it wasn’t safe to leave yet. That is of course disregarding the fact that I’m too fucked up to drive, but I don’t care.

“Yeah I’m free, free falling.” Sang the floor.

'''“Tom Petty?” I mumbled to myself. I began singing along with it. It alleviated my anxiety. As I did that, images of my dream were flashing on and off in my vision. I wish I knew what the fox was all about. '''

'''The song was about to end, and I finally noticed. There’s a note on the floor right in front of the door. It was so far away, or at least it seemed to be. I reached my hand out to grab it. I’m so pathetically lazy I actually had to see if I could reach it. I slid my legs off the bed to go get and this is I think it said, I couldn’t read it because it was quite blurry.''' “Mike, one friend sick... need to go to hospital… see you soon x”

'''The music stopped but my heartbeat was speeding up. I was clenching on to the edges of this thing notebook paper so heart that it was tearing. I put the note in pocket and opened the door, the hallway to the stairs was pitch black, but at the bottom of the stairs were those red fucking lights. “Hello?” I yelled. There was just static, someone most likely unplugged their phone from the aux. “Anybody still here?” I yelled again. I stepped out into the hallway and went down stairs. Not a soul. It was pitch black outside, I went into the kitchen to check the time, but none of the normal house lights were working. But the power wasn’t out, those red LEDs were working just fine. I couldn’t see in any room except the center of the house where everyone was hanging out before. '''

'''“Is there anybody here?” I yelled. '''

'''My wrist was stinging even more and then I heard very faint footsteps in the room behind me. I ran to find them, but then it clicked. Those were very bright footsteps. More like… paws. I knew for a fact that Sarah doesn’t have any pets, so it wouldn’t make any sense. I decided I was officially done with all of this. I opened the door to the main entrance area and everyone’s shoes were still there.''' The steps are happening again, whatever it is it’s running around the house and I don’t appreciate it’s company. I open the door and it’s raining and windy. I looked down at my wrist and saw the foil patch and ripped it off.

'''Now, before I talk about the mark it left, both my ears started ringing out of nowhere. On my wrist there is now a vein-like scar. As I stared it looked like it was increasing in size. It hurts more than when the patch was on and it just stung. The ringing faded out, and so did everything else. I am now deaf and alone in the pouring rain. '''  