Vex. Well this is what I like to call the listening chapter. You have to
keep in mind that she can't see anything in this chapter because here eyes
are closed. I have actually heard that people in comas can hear things in
their sleep but that it veries from person to person so. But if I'm wrong
go ahead and tell me so I'd love to know! ;-)!
enter ch. Thirteen
Frozen Soldier
I used to be an angel but then God condemned me. Some say my captor is blind. In case theses things are true I hold a certain respect for those with the eyes of black. Those who have the eyes who hear not see.
I listen to everyone walk thorough the halls and listen to them laugh. They are happy and something is better now. Someone stops in every now and then. Mostly Jamie. But Leona and dad stop in every now and then. Even Brad has stopped a couple of times
But Naomi or Bit have never stopped in. even though Brad said that Naomi 'hopes I get better soon'. I really don't know why she's still here. Not that I don't like her. But she seems so out of place.
My door clicks open and someone walks in. I can hear they're boots on the floor as they approach the bed and the chair next to the bed squeak as they move it a side. The bed moves as they lean on it.
"I know you can hear me Poop-head," Its Bit, "I did some reading and there have been studies done that prove people in comas can hear the things around them. So I'll tell you now Poop-head. I have eaten all your cookies. It was the first thing I did when I got back," he moves off the bed, "Just thought you'd like to know." I can hear his boots click back across the floor but I don't hear the door open, "Oh, and Leena. Wake up soon. It's not the same around here." The door opens and his boots click out of the room.
I'll try Bit. Really, I will.
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The days become shorter and my memories are the only things that really keep me company. Every now and then they would come back to me and every thing would seem like a dream as it played across my mind.
"It's a nice day."
"Yeah, but a little cloudy." I look over at him.
"Geeze Mr. Pessimist! You have to find something wrong with it don't you!"
"No! I was just making and observation."
"Observation? OK who are you and what have you done with Bit!"
"He's sleeping," He looks over at me, I laugh and he smiles. "So what do you want to do? I'm bored out of my stinking mind!" I smile and he cringes away.
"I wanna sleep!" He laughs and I lay back down on the grass.
"Come on Leena. I really am bored stupid!"
"You don't have to be bored to be stupid."
"Hey! I take that as an insult!"
"Good that's how it was meant."
"That's cruel." I open my eyes and look up at him. He has a sad look on his face and his lower lip is sticking out. He's leaning over me blocking the sun.
"You're such a child Bit."
"So, at least I'm not a mean poop-head!"
"Poop-head? OK we really need to do some work on you," I sit back up and he leans away. "Don't be like that Mr. pessimist."
"I'll be however I want poop-head." I put my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.
"But don't be mean." He looks over at me.
"You know I hate you right?"
"Yes, and I hate you too, Bit," He smiles and I put my head on his shoulder, "hate you like there's no tomorrow."
Memories are cold and those are the only cold things I have left of whatever I used to be. Of what I made of my life before you recreated me to be what you wanted me to be.
Silent slumbers to make it all OK. To make it go away. Something for a child's storybook to that make you wake from the dreams you don't understand. And then put you back to sleep to play with the monsters under your bed and dance with the monster in your closet.
I wake to find it all stuck in a stand still place and the sun clouded by the thoughts I can't comprehend. You shake the fun from my mind and the love from my heart. I wake to find it fake and the lie not yet told. I hold it here for something new and hope it knows how to make it come back again.
My eyes flick open.
'I told you I'd try, and I did Bit.'
enter ch. Thirteen
Frozen Soldier
I used to be an angel but then God condemned me. Some say my captor is blind. In case theses things are true I hold a certain respect for those with the eyes of black. Those who have the eyes who hear not see.
I listen to everyone walk thorough the halls and listen to them laugh. They are happy and something is better now. Someone stops in every now and then. Mostly Jamie. But Leona and dad stop in every now and then. Even Brad has stopped a couple of times
But Naomi or Bit have never stopped in. even though Brad said that Naomi 'hopes I get better soon'. I really don't know why she's still here. Not that I don't like her. But she seems so out of place.
My door clicks open and someone walks in. I can hear they're boots on the floor as they approach the bed and the chair next to the bed squeak as they move it a side. The bed moves as they lean on it.
"I know you can hear me Poop-head," Its Bit, "I did some reading and there have been studies done that prove people in comas can hear the things around them. So I'll tell you now Poop-head. I have eaten all your cookies. It was the first thing I did when I got back," he moves off the bed, "Just thought you'd like to know." I can hear his boots click back across the floor but I don't hear the door open, "Oh, and Leena. Wake up soon. It's not the same around here." The door opens and his boots click out of the room.
I'll try Bit. Really, I will.
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The days become shorter and my memories are the only things that really keep me company. Every now and then they would come back to me and every thing would seem like a dream as it played across my mind.
"It's a nice day."
"Yeah, but a little cloudy." I look over at him.
"Geeze Mr. Pessimist! You have to find something wrong with it don't you!"
"No! I was just making and observation."
"Observation? OK who are you and what have you done with Bit!"
"He's sleeping," He looks over at me, I laugh and he smiles. "So what do you want to do? I'm bored out of my stinking mind!" I smile and he cringes away.
"I wanna sleep!" He laughs and I lay back down on the grass.
"Come on Leena. I really am bored stupid!"
"You don't have to be bored to be stupid."
"Hey! I take that as an insult!"
"Good that's how it was meant."
"That's cruel." I open my eyes and look up at him. He has a sad look on his face and his lower lip is sticking out. He's leaning over me blocking the sun.
"You're such a child Bit."
"So, at least I'm not a mean poop-head!"
"Poop-head? OK we really need to do some work on you," I sit back up and he leans away. "Don't be like that Mr. pessimist."
"I'll be however I want poop-head." I put my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek.
"But don't be mean." He looks over at me.
"You know I hate you right?"
"Yes, and I hate you too, Bit," He smiles and I put my head on his shoulder, "hate you like there's no tomorrow."
Memories are cold and those are the only cold things I have left of whatever I used to be. Of what I made of my life before you recreated me to be what you wanted me to be.
Silent slumbers to make it all OK. To make it go away. Something for a child's storybook to that make you wake from the dreams you don't understand. And then put you back to sleep to play with the monsters under your bed and dance with the monster in your closet.
I wake to find it all stuck in a stand still place and the sun clouded by the thoughts I can't comprehend. You shake the fun from my mind and the love from my heart. I wake to find it fake and the lie not yet told. I hold it here for something new and hope it knows how to make it come back again.
My eyes flick open.
'I told you I'd try, and I did Bit.'