A new story, a somewhat sequal/continuation to 'Sarah'.
This one is more a journey through the past en how it plays out in the present. At least that's what I'm aiming for.
The first chapter and perhaps the next one aswell is more a setting of the story, the creation of a situation from where the journey starts.
Anyway, I don't own the persons, except Sarah otherwise things would have been different :)
Let me know what you think!
Mind and body, body and mind
That's what makes us human beings, a being capable of feeling, knowing and experiencing. It enables us to be, to learn, to love and hate, to do pretty much everything we want. But while they know all sort of stuff about the body and the mind, there is still a lot that doesn't have an answer. There are still things that happen to you and no one can really tell you how your body enables you to that. They might have an idea, they even know what hormone is responsible for it, but the true meaning behind it no one knows.
Mind and body together usually makes us safe, it makes us think and decide whether we really want to do it or not. But it also plays a huge role in self preservation. The flight reaction most have during dangerous moments, at life threatening moments might be a primal reaction but it's usually a very good safe keeper. Adrenaline released by the body usually makes you run faster, stronger, sometime pulls up courage you didn't know you have. And most of the time it's once again one tricking the other so it can keep us safe. And the one who don't have it are usually called nutters. And that's perhaps because the equilibrium between mind and body isn't there.
But even with all the defensive mechanisms in place, the mind and body can fail and you do walk right into your doom. And while you may think that a body is strong and can take a lot of things, it usually has a limit. And when that limit has been reached, well that's where the fun part begins, well if being in excruciating pain is somewhat fun. Well as delirium kicks in anyway and the fun part about that is that if you're lucky to survive,l you won't have any memory of it. But it's the moment between fully conscious and delirium or if you're lucky unconsciousness that's the worst part of it all. It's the moment where you actually feel what they have done to your body and it sure hurts like hell.
It's also the moment you realize that this isn't the movies, that this is all real and you're not gonna get up and brush off all the dirt and blood like it's nothing. Next is the moment you realize you're utterly alone and without anyone knowing where you are. In the movies the one getting hurt is either accompanied by a partner that is less hurt and capable of pulling both of them out. Or when the hero in the story is actually alone he's usually pretty sure help is on the way. They can pass out knowing that they'll be found and in the next shot hundreds of people are running around on the scene. A good director would keep up the suspense, not yet revealing if the hero actually makes it to the hospital still breathing. Depending on what type of movie the hero usually survives and somehow without too much damage.
Oh they may be covered in blood, mud and other types of dirt when they are pulled out of the mess. And they may be covered in bandages when in hospital but when they leave they are often miraculously scratch free. Real life is much more a bitch about that.
Perhaps 'The Godfather' is movie that stands out. After all Michael Corleone's jaw gets broken and he actually has the signs of a healing jaw through a large part of the movie. Not that it would have hurt like a bitch, because in the end that was just stage make up. But he's sure his jaw is actually broken and he can testify that it hurts like hell. Not that his broken jaw is the biggest of his worries at the moment. Well it's part of it, but the gunshot wounds to shoulder and leg do require a bit more worry. Although his swollen up face doesn't really help with the jaw and breathing for that matter.
He has been tossed inside a dark room, making his already explosive headache worse. He doesn't take kindly to being tossed but nothing to be done about that for the moment. If he somehow makes a recovery from that one and the idiot who thinks that tossing human beings around is fun, will know how he feels about that. If he survives that is. Nothing guaranteed about that, not even when they find them. If they find him that is. And although he doesn't like where his mind is taking him for the moment, he can't help it. He doesn't have the strength to divert his thinking and he can only ride along with the whirlwind of emotions that goes through him. Nobody knows where he is and therefore makes the task of finding him a little more difficult. They would never leave him, he knows enough about them, but he's more and more getting convinced that he's not going to be around to witness that.
Darkness is pulling at him and part of him wants to give in.
The still sane part of him tells him to fight it, to keep fighting to stay awake because although darkness provides an escape from the pain, it usually also provides other things.
Not that he thinks he's invincible and his line of work tends to get him into dangerous and possible lethal situations. It's just that he's not ready to say goodbye to the world yet. There is still so much he wants to do, to experience, yes perhaps even learn. And he feels that his time on this little planet cannot be cut short like that.
But the need for darkness to engulf him grows and he knows he cannot hold it any longer. Perhaps if he slept a little, perhaps that would clear up his mind enough for him to escape.
Yes sleeping couldn't be wrong now could it? You actually need to do it when you're ill so no problems there. That's is in fact the last thing that crosses his mind as darkness and its promised relieve of the pain takes him fully.