Trapped – Creative Writing

The rampant stench of death, yes, thats it, thats my earliest memory. The pungent odour of chemical decom smudge reaction muteing my already haggard senses. The means couldnt of been too big. I entertain banging my head on a wall, and stubbing a toe on the opposite virtuoso. I mean struggling to my feet, and stumbling into the light. I wandered for ages on the locating of a road, watching pairs of lights approach and skittishly dash out-of- entre. Then on that point is dingyness. As strange as that event was, the strangest thing that day was me. I felt up. My tree trunk felt wrong. Those hands were non my hands those legs were not my legs.My solid corpse ached, it felt like when youve sat in the same position for a too long, notwithstanding amplified a hundred ms. I was woken up by a blinding light in my face. The aroma of sterilisation exposed at once I was in a hospital. Quickly, I tried to sit up, hardly a sharp stabbing in my covering fire forced me back to the taut linen. Against my will, I yelped at the pain, and a nurse was fast to my hand everywhere font with a calming hand on my brow. I knew you would be awake soon. I attempted to speak, but I could force the words from keister those hideous foreign lips. She walked to the foot of the bed and looked at a chart.She quickly shined back at a monitor, quick-frozen to the wall. Her young forehead furrowed, and she hailed an older stripe up. She re modus operandied to me, her senior in tow. Hello on that point, he barked, in a voice that deprivationed to be far fri completelier than it was, undersurface you hear me? Again, words formed in my throat, I struggled with them, trying to remember how to get the sentence out. I made do with a operose nod. The doctor looked at the nurse and muttered a blur of words. The nurse estimate for a moment then replied in her wondrously soft tone. The doctor nodded sharply.Without warning he shone a vicious torch in my eyes. He swung the ins trument go away and right, his look of concern off-key to one of pity. He looked again at the nurse, who smiled a stunningly beautiful smile at him, although I knew it was one of apprehension. I feel back into the sleep. April 23rd St. Georges day, the calendar on the wall proudly proclaimed. Quickly, I tried to sit up I slid back, resting my spine against the padded lilac headboard. The dwell was alien to me a glass-fronted cabinet in the shoetree disp planted a few dusty relics, the remnants of an over loved life.The ingress slowly subject, a figure apprehensively poked a frail head finished the opening. Lie d have got Boy, you need your military group W-Who I strained out. Dont worry my boy, youre safe now Her voice was soft, but not like the nurses, it was soft with experience. W-Who I managed again. She answered by ambling to the bed, and placing a uncouth hand on my brow. With that she left the room, closing the admittance harshly behind her. I dragged the floral covers off, onto the wooden ball over, and managed to roll with it. I struggled to my feet, which felt numb on the hard, cold floor.I stumbled to the close, mauve wall, and followed it to the door. I r severallyed for the black surface handle, and it took all my strength to jerk it polish far enough for the door to swing open. The room I entered was much bigger than the bedroom. Full of unflavored furnishings, the lavender tinted room had a disgusting flowery scent. I could give ear the door at the other end, next to the large bay windows. If I could run I would easily rat it. But as it was, I knew it was unlikely I would reach the exit in time. I gear up myself, took a deep breath, and stumbled as fast as I could towards the light.Michael It did not even register that the frail old lady was referring to me I knew it was tell at me, but Michael isnt my name, it seemed foreign to me. I kept heading for the door. utilize whatever I could find to support me, the door was gett ing closer. I awkwardly stretched out my arm, and grabbed the brass knob. I shook the knob in everyway I could, until eventually it clicked open. It swung open and I worked down the cobbled path. As I started crosswise the pavement I realised I was not whole wearing no shoes, but was clad in ill-fitting, pale lamentable pyjamas.I continued staggering quickly down the road, I glanced over my shoulder, she wasnt following me. The terrace of houses gave way to a wide, green park. I lurched towards the take a crap and fell down to the unassailable earth. My eyes again fell closed, but this time I was stayed conscious. I dreamt of recent times, faded images of long ago, of abject agony, and beacons of hope. The sound of laughter woke me up. My obvious suffering had created a small audience, consisting of ternion schoolboys and a scraggy dog. One of the boys held a stick close to my face.I built up my strength, and in one swift action, I assailable my eyes and thrust up my hand. T he three boys and the dog went running away in the direction I had come from. Again, I struggled to my feet. I took a few minutes to get my bearings. Michael I heard from afar. The lady had last decided to essay for me. Quickly, the idea came into my head, the bush was just on that point, and here search was not going to be a thorough one. I clambered into the ivied bush, and curled up into a ball. I waited, and eventually she came Where are you Michael? she demanded.She wandered gone the bush, totally unaware that her quarry was so close. On she continued, with every glance I laid upon her, the more repulsive she appeared to me. From her yellow teeth, to her speckled, bowed legs, she was the painting of imperfection. When I was sure she was far enough from me, I left the bush, and returned up the pavement to the house I had so recently vacated. I knew it would suck some clues, I just need time to find them. The room was not as I remembered it. One of the two beige sofas wa s overturned, as if the dim-witted lady had looked for me under there.A set of shelves stood in the corner I scanned every shelf, and eventually found what I was looking for. A wonderfully carved wooden niche. For some reason I took the nook back into the room that was made mine, I suppose I felt safer there. I sat on the bed and spread the contents of the box over the hideous bed spread. I rummaged through the collection of documents, many an(prenominal) of which were faded by time, and looked at each of them, looking for clues. My attention was skeletal to a very faded pink A4 sheet, at the top the big top of the county of Hampshire, and the words Certificate of Birth.The certificate was filled in with a neat, until now decorative scrawl. The certificate was made out on the 17th of July 1937, for one Margaret Baker. That must have been the women whos house I was currently trespassing. I looked around for another one, one that could explain a little rough Michael. But there were no more. I hunted on, giving each one a fleeting glance, until I discovered a small, slash bound book. I exposed it and quickly flicked through the dog-eared pages. As my eyes met with the address, my heart went cold.The book seemed to be laughing at me, irritating my discomfort, taking pleasure in my obvious pain. I ripped the yellowed page out, and threw the address book to the cold floor. For the second time I left the house, this time I broke into a run as I left the deep odour of cheap air freshener behind. I ran to the end of the road, gasping deep breaths of the still noon air. I took a left turn into Tanam Street, and glanced again at the folded leaf of paper, still in my hand. I scanned the houses, as I laid eyes on it, I knew it was the right one.I hobbled towards the black abode, the white of the original faux Tudor di??cor trying to break off through the thick back paint. Cautiously I opened the black door. The house was empty, judging by the dust, it had been for some days. I wondered round the house, there really wasnt much to see in it. Each room was sparsely filled with simple furnishings, and uninspired pieces of angst art. I opened one door that led into an equally simple bedroom. The only other door stood on the opposite wall. It creaked open slowly. I carefully walked down the wooden steps into the darkness beyond.The cold air of the cellar penetrated my bones. I rubbed my hand along the breezeblocked wall searching for a light switch. As I got to the merchant ship my fingers found a cold, steel knob. I turned it the way it wanted to go. With a fizz, the room filled with the glow of the flickering bar light. The room was empty, apart from a desk in the far corner. There was nothing on the desk, and both of the drawers were locked. My eyes drifted up to the corkboard attached gruffly to the wall. versatile black and white photos were pinned to it, and I pulled one off at random. My dust froze. There I was.Lying on a steel bed, there I was. The familiar muscles, the face, the hair, the eyes, all mine. I let the picture fall down to the ground. My eyes drifted from one picture to another, each one reminding of myself when I was free. The nostalgia turned to passion as I thought of who could of done this, and why they would want to. My darting eyes ended up on one picture. Whoever had done this to me, whoever had usurped my be, had set up a sign. It said simply Marcus Thompson 24 Payet Drive. That was it. That was me. Memories came back to me in a flood, knocking me to the hard concrete floor.I got up of the floor and drifted back up the splintering wooden stairs, and wavered out of the house. Again I was feeling light headed, and my joints were again aching. I closed my eyes, yet I knew exactly where I was going, the memories of my lifelong home were ripe in my mind. I closed my eyes and continued walking. The memories in my mind guiding me back to myself. I cant remember how far I walked but when I op ened my eyes it was dark. I found myself sitting on a remove next to a signpost. Payet Drive it announced proudly. I stood, still dazed, and began to go my way down the short road.Number 24 stood just I remembered it, another of the phoney Tudor houses that dominated the area. I made the quick walk to the font door I tried the handle, to find it locked. I stood blankly for a moment. Without thinking I bent over and picked up a large rock next to the doormat. Underneath was a lamentable key. I slid it into its hole and slowly turned it, slowly as to make as little noise as possible when the bolt clicked open. I slid the door ajar, and entered quietly through the gap. There was no sign of anyone. Methodically, I searched the rooms of the house, each one bringing back another memory.I ended up upstairs, at the end of the landing. This was the last door this was the door to my bedroom. As with all the rooms I searched, I carefully opened the panelled oak door, and entered, this time with more apprehension then before. For the third time that day, my body froze. Seeing yourself in third person is an unsettling experience. I lay mutely asleep with my back against the blue wall, my feet hanging off the side of the cramped bed. Tears filled my eyes I gazed at the body on the, unaware that it, that I was being watched. Thats when it hit me.It was him. All along I had assumed there was a third party involved, an loony individual, bent on swapping round the minds of two men. But, no man who has been through what I have could have slept so soundly. He did this too me. To us. The anger slowly built up inside me. The agitation and fear of the past days gave way to this new sensation of rage. I couldnt control the body the prison in which I was enclosed seemed to move on its own accord, across the landing, down the stairs. I found myself in the kitchen. The knife lay, glinting, prosperous softly at me.My hands slowly wrapped round the warm black handle. I struggled to lift the knife with my weakened arms. I crept silently with trepidation up the carpeted stairway. I nudged the door open. There I was, mouth hanging open, peaceful in ignorance. I rubbed my hand down my face, reminiscing of past times. I stepped back to look at myself for the final time. My body lay perfectly still, no longer breathing. The thin gash across the neck marked the end. I lifted up the cover, clambered onto the bed. My eyes closed, and I fell into a long peaceful sleep.