I wrote this in half an hour in one go while mildly sleep deprived. I love writing surreal stuff and when I can hardly stay awake while typing thats when I write surreally the best. This is a different style from the rest of the collection but I enjoy it enough to post it. I'll probably wake up in the morning and wonder what the hell this even is. I'm not gonna edit this at all. Enjoy!
Story 5: Edge of Delirium
Tick tock.
Clock.
Yes, a clock.
Blind. Can't see.
Pain. Pain in the skull and pain in the shoulder.
Blood. Rolling down from shoulder to finger and dripping on the floor.
Not blind. A blindfold. And light in the room, peeking in from the corner.
Silent footsteps. A loss of one sense opens a door for another. Footsteps brush across the ground, silence to untrained ears.
Left to right, right to left. Left to right, right to left.
Click. A door. More light, less light. Less light or fading into unconsciousness?
Voices. Fading voices, from words to noises.
Awake. Words again. Sleep is death.
Focus is the key. Shawn knew that. He had to focus.
Two voices spoke. Something about the cartel. Something... something...
Movement. Screeching legs of the chair Shawn was tied to. The concussion ate that for breakfast. Waves of pain and nausea in the mind. Focus is key. But would the darkness shadow the pain?
Focus. Focus. Pain is secondary, escape is the goal.
Gotta be like Simba. Simba beat Scar. Even though this was nothing like The Lion King.
Staying awake is the key. Ignoring the feeling of a giant worm sucking out brains was the key.
Haha. Worms.
What's so funny about worms?
Focus. Shawn brought it back. Ignore brain worms, listen to the room.
No more footsteps. Either the two were gone or they were sitting there watching him really really quietly.
He felt the ties on his wrists. No ties on his feet. Perfect. His body was roped to the chair.
He felt around with his feet and felt some form of object on the floor. Some object was better than none.
How to grab it? Tipping sideways was the best bet. He braced himself and tipped over.
PAIN. So much pain. Too much movement.
Darkness.
Tick, tock. Tick, tock.
How long was he out?
Tick, tock.
Like the crocodile that ate the watch.
Or was it an alligator? Or was it a bomb it ate? Was it Peter Pan or Pinnochio? What's with all the Disney?
Haha, he was delirious. Severe head injury would do that.
Move. Slowly. Slow. Slow. Where was the object?
There. Not sharp enough to cut the zip tie on his hand. What was the object?
A wrench. A long wrench. He could Macgyver a way out of this.
Hmm, Macgyver. One of his favorite shows as a kid.
No, focus. Shawn pulled the wrench through the gap between his wrists. He moved it over a chair leg and pulled the handle with his feet, effectively using the wrench the same way as one would pull open a door with a crowbar.
Was that a good comparison? Was this even similar to a crowbar?
Must focus. He pulled down with his wrists and feet at the same time. Gathering all his strength it snapped the ziptie. His wrists felt at least close to bleeding.
Oh boy, that was a bad idea. More pain. It stabbed.
Scar stabbed Simba. Or did he? Do you stab with claws?
No, no, focus! Shawn removed his blindfold with shaky hands. Opening his eyes was a mistake, even for a split second.
Help was needed. Wee woo. Cops help. With their screamy sirens. Wee woo.
How to get the wee woo guys?
Phone. Still in his pocket. Haha. Idiot kidnappers.
Ok, that probably meant he was going to be killed soon. But they're still stupid.
The help number. Needed Jules or Lassie or Gus. Any cop would do really.
911. Ring ring.
Voice. Firm. What was his name? Shawn. He needed Lassie. Lassie could shoot the bad guy.
Tick, tock.
Yes, time for bed. He called who he needed.
Tick tock.
Tick...
...Tock.
He was back. How long was he out this time?
Oh, Gus was here.
Wee woo wee woo wee woo. More cops to get the bad guys!
Hospital? Gross. Shawn didn't want a hospital. Gus, don't be the sugar dust at the bottom of the cereal bag!
Hmm. Lucky charms.
Yes, bedtime. Lucky charms are breakfast food. Time for sleep. He can have breakfast when he wakes up.
Tick tock.