It’s half past midnight when I hear the distant sound of a door opening then slamming shut. Susan’s home at last! Where’s she been? What’s she been doing? Who’s she been with? I have to prepare myself to confront her yet again. I thought we were past all these days of deceit and hurt. Her footsteps are treading lightly on the stairs. What should I do? I see her shadow beneath the door come to a halt. Her form is one of caution; she’s listening, wondering if I’m still awake and waiting for her. I’m always waiting for Susan. What should I say to her? The doorknob turns and the familiar creaking fills the room as it slowly opens.
I immediately recoil and shield my eyes as the open door allows bright light to fill the room. The darkness around me fades quickly, the shadows retreat into oblivion and my surroundings completely change. All colour and life leaves the room and is replaced by white walls and a plain matching bed. There are no pictures on the walls and the window is no longer in sight. I’m in a room without windows. What is this? What is going on?
I turn to the door and see a young woman briefly hesitate before entering my room. She’s carrying a small tray with some pills and a glass of water. I ask about Susan but the woman just stares at me blankly. She tells me I’m not supposed to talk about Susan but I don’t understand why. I wonder if something’s happened to her. It’s at this point I notice the young woman is a nurse. Susan must be in hospital. It looks like I have lost my temper. I’ll have to make sure it doesn’t happen again. I can’t afford to lose Susan.
I’m now feeling nauseous but the nurse gives me some pills and assures me the sickness will pass. I swallow the pills and drink the whole glass of water with some trepidation. I don’t know what I’m taking but this whole process seems routine and strangely familiar somehow, though I can’t recall why.
The nurse leaves with the empty tray and glass. I watch as she closes the door behind her and leaves me alone in the room without windows. My nausea now dominates my thoughts and I hug my stomach as I wait for the pills to have an effect. It takes some time but soon I’m feeling so much better.
I look through the nearby window and watch the moon and stars. What time is it now? It’s almost midnight. I must be patient because all is well. Susan will be here soon and I can hardly wait.
About the Author:
I was born in Barnsley, South Yorkshire, England and have always been a bookworm and enjoyed creative writing at school. In 1999 I created the Elencheran Chronicles and have been writing ever since. My first novel, Fezariu's Epiphany, was published in May 2011. When not writing I'm a lover of films, games, books and blogging. I now live in Huddersfield, West Yorkshire, with my wife, Donna, and our six cats - Kain, Razz, Buggles, Charlie, Bilbo and Frodo.
David M. Brown – who has written 673 posts on Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dave.
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Susan (Part 2 of 3)
Nov 29, 2010 @ 01:30:09
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