The Hospital
The raft rolled down the river, my brother laying down quietly while my mom sat there, stroking his hair. I was navigating with a stick I found in the river because I forgot to grab my paddle. The road was short and about a half-mile from our house crossed the river. When we got to the area were the bridge was I noticed that it was taken out, making this a big flood. The rain continued as we went down the river but because of all the trees we took on minimal water which saved me the work of emptying the raft. About 2 miles down the river from the bridges former location was the hospital in all of its medical glory. Minutes went by since we got on the river and I had still sat there, curious as to how all of this happened. I understood the storm and the flooding, but it was so much. The hills must have been taking a drenching. And what of my dog, I figured the worse as I always do. To me, life was a meaningless void and the only thing certain was death. I didn�t really like people either, I could never really trust anyone thus I had no friends. My family was a different story. To the best of my knowledge they saw the better side of people and enjoyed life. I wanted to stay away from thinking to long though for it would bring grim thoughts. I turned my head and saw the hospital, powered up and ready for people.
I sat in the corner seat because it was the darkest. My mom sat next to me while filling out the proper paperwork. I wondered why they gave you the paperwork prior, if someone was really injured wouldn�t it be better to help them immediately? As I pondered on this new thought my mom finished the paperwork and brought it to the secretary. After she brought it back to the secretary my brother and my mom disappeared to the room my brother would be helped in while I stayed were I was. It was 2am now and I was fighting for consciousness. There were 3 other people in the lobby. The first person I saw was a raggedy older man who looked like a hobo who was looking for a place to sleep. The next person was a man sitting on edge of his seat, I figured his wife was giving birth. The final person was an older lady who had a grim look on her face, with her I figured her husband slipped and fell in the rain and broke his back. I figured death in the near future for him. As time passed I looked up again to see the older lady crying and the man crying as well. The hobo was gone, probably shooed out of the building into the cold rain. It made no sense to me but I didn�t want to dwell on that. I guessed that the older lady had just experienced a death in the family and that the man had experienced the hospital bill. Its odd how people react the same in completely different tragedies but once again I tried not to dwell on it.
I tried to fall asleep but to no prevail. My mind was at work, something that I did not often enjoy. I quickly tried to turn it off but to no prevail. I continued to study the 2 people in the room, taking metal notes that I would quickly forget. After 10 minutes of my mind running it retuned, allowing me to attempt at sleep.
As I sat there I thought of what my brother was talking about earlier but nudged it to the side of my mind, I figured he would tell he soon enough. Other odd dreams flowed into my head that I had when I was younger. These odd dreams changed to pleasant memories which changed to unpleasant memories. After the memories were back into mymind I fell asleep.
I woke up in an unfamiliar place. It was desert like and cold. I had my jeans and T-Shirt on that I fell asleep with on, same with my shoes. I was confused, the landscape in the area was just as my brother explained. I was amazed, I was living in my brothers dream. I kneeled down and put my hand in the sand and pulled it back up. I watched as the sand filtered through my fingers back onto the cool ground in which it originated from. I did this several times and felt it each time, it felt so real. On my 4th grab I heard a cry from the distance and I quickly turned to the sound. Something was running at me, I could sense it. I was getting scared and confused. Was I in my brothers dream? Was I abducted by someone and dropped off in the desert to die? Was this just a realistic dream? I had no clue what was going on, all I knew was that something loud was coming at me full throttle and I had poor night vision.
I jumped to the left as a small creature ran at the area I was standing at, it evidently missed me. The moon was full, so I could see it clearing. It was a small mole like creature. It ran at me again, this time I kicked it out of my way. I heard the cry again, this time closer. Whatever made that sound wasn�t an ugly mole thing. I heard it again, from multiple directions this time. I was getting paranoid, constantly turning around think something was behind me. I let out a yelp and the ugly like mole rammed me, knocking me down. I got up, this time to see 3 giant vulture like creatures around me. At first I thought they were condors, but the were far to big. I then realized that I wasn�t abducted. I quickly looked around and grabbed a handful of sand and threw it in their eyes. Two of them were hit so I ran in their direction.
The third one followed me and called out to more of the vultures as they once again began to surround me. I was terrified. Quickly I threw sand at them again, it was all I knew I could do. Each time I did this it was less effective, and I was only able to make about 200 yards each time before being knocked over by one of those ugly moles. Eventually I saw a town and ran for it, the vultures giving a relentless chase. Once again, I was tripped by the ugly mole which I spitefully named �Ugly Ass Mole Thing�. This time, the vultures swarmed me. I swung my fists at them but all I got was scratches from the beaks. I kicked and screamed and threw sand but to no prevail, I was going to be eaten alive.