Out There
Bren Eldrid Bera
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I think I love pain. I know I love blood.
I love the pain of knowing that it's my blood pooled around my body, and the fact that it's my blood in my mouth. I can taste it, the blood from when a couple of lucky punches had hit my jaw.
I swish the blood around in my mouth; I can feel it between my teeth. I love it.
We studied blood in biology; red blood cells, and white blood cells. Or rather – Gavin had studied it. Or was it later in his life? Had it been Tiffany who stayed up into the early morning hours trying to figure out the difference between an erythrocyte and a leukocyte? It didn't really matter now. Or did it?
Red blood cells perform the most important blood duty. A single drop of blood contains millions of red blood cells which are constantly traveling through your body delivering oxygen and removing waste. If they weren't, your body would slowly die.
Red blood cells are red only because they contain a protein chemical called hemoglobin which is bright red in color. Hemoglobin contains the element Iron, making it an excellent vehicle for transporting oxygen and carbon dioxide. As blood passes through the lungs, oxygen molecules attach to the hemoglobin. As the blood passes through the body's tissue, the hemoglobin releases the oxygen to the cells. The empty hemoglobin molecules then bond with the tissue's carbon dioxide or other waste gases, transporting it away. Over time, the red blood cells get worn out and eventually die.
That was something to think about. Blood the life giver, dying. But the dead cells are replaced by other cells, living cells. It's almost like our society. Once people get old and frail they are shoved into some retirement home so the stronger, younger folk can get on with their lives until they too are feeble. It's a cycle. It's survival of the fittest. It's life.
But why did I have blood in my mind all of the sudden – and in my mouth? I couldn't quite remember the reason behind my sudden obsession. Ah yes, that entire cycle thing. Maybe the parasite was supposed to take over and Gavin and Tiffany were supposed to die. The cycle. Maybe I was the strongest. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe all of those horrible things that had happened were supposed to happen. There was some sort of sick and twisted script we were all improvising to.
Time to shut up. For now, and this is my plan, I'll spend another day or two here. It's raining again, and I'm still naked, but I don't care.
So I'll get pneumonia, so my open wounds will get infected. Infect this. Who cares? But later, maybe tomorrow, maybe not, I'll leave this place.
I iwould/i get my revenge though.
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The hospital's florescent lights glared directly down into Gavin's eyes. He was lying down on one of the hospital beds with his ankle bound up in medical tape and bandages. The doctor, a squat little man with muddy brown hair and breath that smelled like pickles, had said it was only sprained. But to Gavin, it might as well be broken.
He would have to stay off of it for a few weeks, but by the time he would be able to run around, soccer tryouts would be finished. His life was over. This was supposed to be his big year; a new school, a new girlfriend, and the star of the soccer team. But his dreams had been dashed the moment –that guy- had knocked him down to the ground.
And then the older teen had ignored him.
That was probably bothered Gavin the most. The guy could have at least had the decency to help him up, maybe give Gavin a ride to the hospital, but no, nothing of the sorts had happened. Gavin had had to sort of limp/crawl over to the nearest telephone – and with his luck, it was across the house.
Then he had had to call his parents; another pisser. And again, with his luck, someone just happened to yell out a few choice words when he was on the phone with them. The words 'keg', 'beer', 'crack', and 'sex' apparently meant a lot to his parents.
So when they did arrive – his dad in a full blown rant, but worse the quiet broodings of his mother – Gavin was ready to go. The ride to the hospital had been hell. Words like 'we trusted you' and 'never again' broke the silence more often than the clicking of the car's turn signal.
Because, like Gavin, his parents were really depending on a soccer scholarship to get him into a college. They didn't really have enough money to send two kids off to school. If one of them could get in on a scholarship or two, life would be all the better. That summer soccer camp down in the states had cost them dearly. The Mason family had barely had enough money to buy school supplies and new clothes.
His life really was over.
Then why did he have the urge to laugh? Gavin wanted to just throw his head back and laugh until the men in the white coats dragged him away to Stonebrook – the local nuthouse. Hysteria? Maybe. Or was it that his life was just so shitty and he would never catch a break that this was all a joke?
Any moment the doctor would pop out from behind the curtain and tell him that yes, it was a big joke. His ankle wasn't sprained and in fact, he was the millionth patient and had won a billion dollars. And his parents weren't mad at him, and Lacey would like him, and he would be the star of the soccer team. Any minute now...
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I updated. Wow. It's rather short, but Bren likes it and she felt guilty. In case you are wondering, yes, Spinny is suffering from schizophrenia. I reread this fic, and I saw I was getting a little Out There [tee hee] and rather preachy. That'll stop with the next chapter, don't worry. And about Craig and Marco's parts... well, I'll get to them.
Bren Eldrid Bera
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I think I love pain. I know I love blood.
I love the pain of knowing that it's my blood pooled around my body, and the fact that it's my blood in my mouth. I can taste it, the blood from when a couple of lucky punches had hit my jaw.
I swish the blood around in my mouth; I can feel it between my teeth. I love it.
We studied blood in biology; red blood cells, and white blood cells. Or rather – Gavin had studied it. Or was it later in his life? Had it been Tiffany who stayed up into the early morning hours trying to figure out the difference between an erythrocyte and a leukocyte? It didn't really matter now. Or did it?
Red blood cells perform the most important blood duty. A single drop of blood contains millions of red blood cells which are constantly traveling through your body delivering oxygen and removing waste. If they weren't, your body would slowly die.
Red blood cells are red only because they contain a protein chemical called hemoglobin which is bright red in color. Hemoglobin contains the element Iron, making it an excellent vehicle for transporting oxygen and carbon dioxide. As blood passes through the lungs, oxygen molecules attach to the hemoglobin. As the blood passes through the body's tissue, the hemoglobin releases the oxygen to the cells. The empty hemoglobin molecules then bond with the tissue's carbon dioxide or other waste gases, transporting it away. Over time, the red blood cells get worn out and eventually die.
That was something to think about. Blood the life giver, dying. But the dead cells are replaced by other cells, living cells. It's almost like our society. Once people get old and frail they are shoved into some retirement home so the stronger, younger folk can get on with their lives until they too are feeble. It's a cycle. It's survival of the fittest. It's life.
But why did I have blood in my mind all of the sudden – and in my mouth? I couldn't quite remember the reason behind my sudden obsession. Ah yes, that entire cycle thing. Maybe the parasite was supposed to take over and Gavin and Tiffany were supposed to die. The cycle. Maybe I was the strongest. Maybe it was destiny. Maybe all of those horrible things that had happened were supposed to happen. There was some sort of sick and twisted script we were all improvising to.
Time to shut up. For now, and this is my plan, I'll spend another day or two here. It's raining again, and I'm still naked, but I don't care.
So I'll get pneumonia, so my open wounds will get infected. Infect this. Who cares? But later, maybe tomorrow, maybe not, I'll leave this place.
I iwould/i get my revenge though.
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The hospital's florescent lights glared directly down into Gavin's eyes. He was lying down on one of the hospital beds with his ankle bound up in medical tape and bandages. The doctor, a squat little man with muddy brown hair and breath that smelled like pickles, had said it was only sprained. But to Gavin, it might as well be broken.
He would have to stay off of it for a few weeks, but by the time he would be able to run around, soccer tryouts would be finished. His life was over. This was supposed to be his big year; a new school, a new girlfriend, and the star of the soccer team. But his dreams had been dashed the moment –that guy- had knocked him down to the ground.
And then the older teen had ignored him.
That was probably bothered Gavin the most. The guy could have at least had the decency to help him up, maybe give Gavin a ride to the hospital, but no, nothing of the sorts had happened. Gavin had had to sort of limp/crawl over to the nearest telephone – and with his luck, it was across the house.
Then he had had to call his parents; another pisser. And again, with his luck, someone just happened to yell out a few choice words when he was on the phone with them. The words 'keg', 'beer', 'crack', and 'sex' apparently meant a lot to his parents.
So when they did arrive – his dad in a full blown rant, but worse the quiet broodings of his mother – Gavin was ready to go. The ride to the hospital had been hell. Words like 'we trusted you' and 'never again' broke the silence more often than the clicking of the car's turn signal.
Because, like Gavin, his parents were really depending on a soccer scholarship to get him into a college. They didn't really have enough money to send two kids off to school. If one of them could get in on a scholarship or two, life would be all the better. That summer soccer camp down in the states had cost them dearly. The Mason family had barely had enough money to buy school supplies and new clothes.
His life really was over.
Then why did he have the urge to laugh? Gavin wanted to just throw his head back and laugh until the men in the white coats dragged him away to Stonebrook – the local nuthouse. Hysteria? Maybe. Or was it that his life was just so shitty and he would never catch a break that this was all a joke?
Any moment the doctor would pop out from behind the curtain and tell him that yes, it was a big joke. His ankle wasn't sprained and in fact, he was the millionth patient and had won a billion dollars. And his parents weren't mad at him, and Lacey would like him, and he would be the star of the soccer team. Any minute now...
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I updated. Wow. It's rather short, but Bren likes it and she felt guilty. In case you are wondering, yes, Spinny is suffering from schizophrenia. I reread this fic, and I saw I was getting a little Out There [tee hee] and rather preachy. That'll stop with the next chapter, don't worry. And about Craig and Marco's parts... well, I'll get to them.