Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25411513-20140926004010

Eternal Pain (work in progress)

 As a child I would run up the stairs and once I got to the top felt relieved. To think about it I’m not quite sure what exactly I was running from, but just like most kids, I was scared of the non-existant.



 “Vishal would you mind getting the clothes from the dryer” shouted my mother from across the house. Our washing machine, dryer, and more boxes of junk than you can count were downstairs in the cellar. I walked down the smooth stairs bare footed, immediately feeling the coldness as I reached the concrete, Since I have lived in this house for several years now I was used to the environment so I decided to do it in the dark and I soon realized it was the biggest mistake of my life. I opened the dryer, chucked the clothes in the basket, and then I proceeded to head up the stairs. As I did so I had the urge to run up the stairs as I did when I was younger. But I urged my self to stay at a slow pace. I felt that it would bring some sort of satisfaction of doing so without giving into the paranoia. As I reached the final step I felt an ice-cold bony hand close around my ankle. I then tried to scream, but I was unable to as the unidentified ‘thing’ already had its other hand over my mouth. Then I felt it grip me harder and proceed to bring me down the stairs, I felt my chin impact each stair as it dragged me, a pain shot up my face as my jaw moves out of place.

 I awake slowly opening my eyes, the first thing I see is a dark blurry figure standing over me, it appeared to be surprised to see me awake, but then soon started dragging me over the rough concrete. ‘He’ stopped, lifted me onto a cold metal table rolled me on my stomach, and began strapping my arms the side of the table. At this point my heart began hurt, it felt as if it would burst out any second. I looked to my left, to see a blood stained white sheet.

 At that point I had an idea of what was about to happen. I then managed to pull my eyes away from the sheet to look to my left, where the figure was standing (which I could now identify as a male, with a plain white featureless mask). He was unwrapping stainless steel medical utensils. He slowly reached out and picked up the sharpest one he could find, I could see my warped reflection in the knife. He ran the knife over his finger mumbling something. He then imbedded a knife into my back twisted it and then injected some thing inside the wound. I let out a blood-curdling scream. The scream echoed.



 I feel the blood flow through my body; my heart beat weakening by the second, and my consciousness dying down…  