The Creation (Loralie)
“What the hell….” I sat up on the moist grass, rubbing the back of neck. My body ached all over and my head felt like I was recovering from an all night binge. I looked around and wondered how I had gotten to the park, which was followed by, “Why am I still in the park?” Standing up, I reached out a hand to brace myself against a tree as a wave of nausea overtook me. I doubled over retching but to no affect. Once the sensation subsided I took a moment to collect myself and try to put the pieces together.
I remembered going to the Sunset to meet a couple of friends. All was going well, a few drinks, lots of dancing, and even more flirting. What went wrong? I mentally took inventory of my beverages but nothing suspicious came to mind, I kept my drinks in hand at all times, and didn’t except any from strangers. In all my years of partying, I had never ended up like this. Deciding that the best thing to do right now would be to go home, I left my helpful tree and slowly put one foot in front of the other.
Thankfully I lived only a few blocks from the park and I arrived at my apartment in good time. Slipping my key into the door and unlocking it, I entered my humble abode, tossing the keys onto a little table to the right of the door that also held my phone. Without turning on the lights, I shut and locked the door, briefly wondering if I had left a light on some where for I could make out the objects in my living room perfectly. Shrugging it off, I kicked off my shoes and walked over to my cheaply upholstered couch to plop down.
Leaning my head back I closed my eyes, going over the evening once again but my thoughts were disturbed by muffled conversation, “Huh?” Grudgingly getting up, I crossed the small expanse of the room, approaching the window and peering out to the alley below. I could see that there were two young men talking and gesturing angrily with their hands. I made a little tsk sound and turned my back on the inevitable brawl.
I was only semi-conscious of the fact that my senses seemed to be heightened by my unusual state and also that I was freezing. “Maybe I’m just getting a sick,” I commented to myself for there was no one else to hold a conversation with.
Walking into the bathroom, I started the water running for a hot soak in the tub, dropping in a few bath salts to help me relax and lighting the candles that I kept on the shelf. Slipping out of my clothes, I turned to toss them into the hamper when a cold chill shot up my spine. Looking back at me from the mirror above the sink was – nothing. Shaking it off as a trick of my mind, I finished depositing my clothes and then turned back to the mirror. I watched the light from the candle dance across the smooth service, I could make out the shadow of the door and the tiled wall behind me, but I could not see my face. Goose pimples came up on my arm and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Knowing that my imagination was getting the best of me, I flipped the light switch, blinking at the sudden brightness of the room. My mouth dropped at the empty space that should have held my reflection. “What the ….?” I asked aloud. Shaking my head I decided I had best get in the now steaming water, and rid myself of these strange effects. Without breaking my gaze from the mirror, I flipped the switch down. Pulling my gaze away from the square object, I stepped into the tub and sat down, stretching my legs out before me with a contented sight. Scooching down until my shoulders were covered I placed a washcloth strategically over my eyes and relaxed.
I don’t know how long I lay like that in the tub but it had been a while for the water was now cold. Standing up droplets of water slid down my body and glistened in the candle light. Stepping out I took a towel in hand and began to pat myself dry. Bending over, I placed the towel over my head, wrapping my hair up inside and fashioning a turban of sorts. Crossing to the medicine cabinet, I paid scant attention to the offensive glass as I opened the little door to display various toiletries. Picking up my deodorant, I quickly swiped it on and replaced it on the shelf, shutting the little cabinet. Removing the wet towel from my head, I picked up the comb off of the counter and looked into the mirror as I worked through the knots. My hand paused where it was at, as I saw nothing once again. “What is this?” Annoyingly I flipped the light switch up and studied the offensive object but could find nothing out of the ordinary. I flipped the light back off and came out of the bathroom, wanting to distance myself from the bizarre.
Stepping into my tiny bedroom that was barely big enough to hold my full size bed and a dresser, I went to the walk in closet where a small chest of drawers was nestled away. Opening the top drawer I removed a pair of gray panties and slipped them on, then reached into a lower drawer for an oversized t-shirt to wear. Once this basic task was done I flopped down onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling, my hands resting on top of my chest. That’s when I noticed it…my heartbeat….or the lack there of. A wave of nausea overtook me and ran into the bathroom, dry heaving into the porcelain throne. I felt as though I would cry from fear but no tears came to my eyes, it was if all basic bodily functions had ceased to exist. With trembling hands I closed the lid on the toilet and turn to sit on the cover, my head resting in my hands. “Oh, God, what have I done?”
Doing the only thing that made sense when I had a problem, I called my girlfriend, Bev. My leg bounced up and down as I sat with the phone receiver to my ear, waiting for her lazy southern drawl to break the monotony of the ringing. “Shit, where are you?” I asked the still ringing phone, willing her to pick up. Finally excepting the fact that she wasn’t there, I slammed the receiver down onto its cradle with a frustrated groan.
Being female I suddenly had the overwhelming need to eat chocolate. I can’t explain it, but I find it calms me when I am a bit stressed. Going into the kitchen I opened a bread box that contained not bread, but my stash of chocolate. Quickly unwrapping a dark morsel I took a bite, allowing the smooth dark chocolate to dissolve on my tongue but I found the task of swallowing to be difficult. I’m not quite sure how to explain this so that you will understand to the fullest extent. I was trying to swallow the food but the muscles in my throat were protesting to a point that it was actually painful. Thinking that this was some odd effect to the drug I had obviously received this night, I got a glass of water to help wash it down. With some effort, it worked but within seconds of this happening I felt my entire body rebelling against the substance and a dull pain begin growing from within my belly, coming in waves of nausea that intensified with each passing minute until I lie convulsing on the kitchen floor. Soon I found myself on all fours violently vomiting until there was nothing left in me.
Sitting on the floor in the corner of my kitchen I sat stunned and bemused, too weak to clean up my mess, and too shocked to move. “What’s happening to me?” I thought my face pasty but no perspiration or tears marred my skin, despite the fact that I was sobbing. Alone and confused I curled up into a fetal position and fell asleep.
I remembered going to the Sunset to meet a couple of friends. All was going well, a few drinks, lots of dancing, and even more flirting. What went wrong? I mentally took inventory of my beverages but nothing suspicious came to mind, I kept my drinks in hand at all times, and didn’t except any from strangers. In all my years of partying, I had never ended up like this. Deciding that the best thing to do right now would be to go home, I left my helpful tree and slowly put one foot in front of the other.
Thankfully I lived only a few blocks from the park and I arrived at my apartment in good time. Slipping my key into the door and unlocking it, I entered my humble abode, tossing the keys onto a little table to the right of the door that also held my phone. Without turning on the lights, I shut and locked the door, briefly wondering if I had left a light on some where for I could make out the objects in my living room perfectly. Shrugging it off, I kicked off my shoes and walked over to my cheaply upholstered couch to plop down.
Leaning my head back I closed my eyes, going over the evening once again but my thoughts were disturbed by muffled conversation, “Huh?” Grudgingly getting up, I crossed the small expanse of the room, approaching the window and peering out to the alley below. I could see that there were two young men talking and gesturing angrily with their hands. I made a little tsk sound and turned my back on the inevitable brawl.
I was only semi-conscious of the fact that my senses seemed to be heightened by my unusual state and also that I was freezing. “Maybe I’m just getting a sick,” I commented to myself for there was no one else to hold a conversation with.
Walking into the bathroom, I started the water running for a hot soak in the tub, dropping in a few bath salts to help me relax and lighting the candles that I kept on the shelf. Slipping out of my clothes, I turned to toss them into the hamper when a cold chill shot up my spine. Looking back at me from the mirror above the sink was – nothing. Shaking it off as a trick of my mind, I finished depositing my clothes and then turned back to the mirror. I watched the light from the candle dance across the smooth service, I could make out the shadow of the door and the tiled wall behind me, but I could not see my face. Goose pimples came up on my arm and the hair on the back of my neck stood on end. Knowing that my imagination was getting the best of me, I flipped the light switch, blinking at the sudden brightness of the room. My mouth dropped at the empty space that should have held my reflection. “What the ….?” I asked aloud. Shaking my head I decided I had best get in the now steaming water, and rid myself of these strange effects. Without breaking my gaze from the mirror, I flipped the switch down. Pulling my gaze away from the square object, I stepped into the tub and sat down, stretching my legs out before me with a contented sight. Scooching down until my shoulders were covered I placed a washcloth strategically over my eyes and relaxed.
I don’t know how long I lay like that in the tub but it had been a while for the water was now cold. Standing up droplets of water slid down my body and glistened in the candle light. Stepping out I took a towel in hand and began to pat myself dry. Bending over, I placed the towel over my head, wrapping my hair up inside and fashioning a turban of sorts. Crossing to the medicine cabinet, I paid scant attention to the offensive glass as I opened the little door to display various toiletries. Picking up my deodorant, I quickly swiped it on and replaced it on the shelf, shutting the little cabinet. Removing the wet towel from my head, I picked up the comb off of the counter and looked into the mirror as I worked through the knots. My hand paused where it was at, as I saw nothing once again. “What is this?” Annoyingly I flipped the light switch up and studied the offensive object but could find nothing out of the ordinary. I flipped the light back off and came out of the bathroom, wanting to distance myself from the bizarre.
Stepping into my tiny bedroom that was barely big enough to hold my full size bed and a dresser, I went to the walk in closet where a small chest of drawers was nestled away. Opening the top drawer I removed a pair of gray panties and slipped them on, then reached into a lower drawer for an oversized t-shirt to wear. Once this basic task was done I flopped down onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling, my hands resting on top of my chest. That’s when I noticed it…my heartbeat….or the lack there of. A wave of nausea overtook me and ran into the bathroom, dry heaving into the porcelain throne. I felt as though I would cry from fear but no tears came to my eyes, it was if all basic bodily functions had ceased to exist. With trembling hands I closed the lid on the toilet and turn to sit on the cover, my head resting in my hands. “Oh, God, what have I done?”
Doing the only thing that made sense when I had a problem, I called my girlfriend, Bev. My leg bounced up and down as I sat with the phone receiver to my ear, waiting for her lazy southern drawl to break the monotony of the ringing. “Shit, where are you?” I asked the still ringing phone, willing her to pick up. Finally excepting the fact that she wasn’t there, I slammed the receiver down onto its cradle with a frustrated groan.
Being female I suddenly had the overwhelming need to eat chocolate. I can’t explain it, but I find it calms me when I am a bit stressed. Going into the kitchen I opened a bread box that contained not bread, but my stash of chocolate. Quickly unwrapping a dark morsel I took a bite, allowing the smooth dark chocolate to dissolve on my tongue but I found the task of swallowing to be difficult. I’m not quite sure how to explain this so that you will understand to the fullest extent. I was trying to swallow the food but the muscles in my throat were protesting to a point that it was actually painful. Thinking that this was some odd effect to the drug I had obviously received this night, I got a glass of water to help wash it down. With some effort, it worked but within seconds of this happening I felt my entire body rebelling against the substance and a dull pain begin growing from within my belly, coming in waves of nausea that intensified with each passing minute until I lie convulsing on the kitchen floor. Soon I found myself on all fours violently vomiting until there was nothing left in me.
Sitting on the floor in the corner of my kitchen I sat stunned and bemused, too weak to clean up my mess, and too shocked to move. “What’s happening to me?” I thought my face pasty but no perspiration or tears marred my skin, despite the fact that I was sobbing. Alone and confused I curled up into a fetal position and fell asleep.
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