|| Distortion
Chapter 3
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'Beep Beep Beep' I looked up, the machine was churning
away, holding you together, keeping you alive.
It beeped again. And again. And again, but something
wasn't right with the pattern.
'Matt, Matt' I heard, repeatedly.
I shot up in bed, sweat pouring from my body, making
the sheets in the hotel room stick to me.
'Man, are you okay?' Charlie asked
'Yea just had a really bad dream' I said, rubbing the
sleep from my eyes.
'Wheres Jimbob?' I asked
'Jimmers is in the swimming pool, come on, Smash Hits
is waiting! I can't believe you are still half
asleep!'
'Yea well, ya know, nightmares' I mumbled.
'You had them again?'
'Yea, the same one'
'Aww man, I feel for ya, maybe we should talk to
Fletch or Adam for some time off' suggested Charlie.
'Yea, whatever' I replied, throwing on some trousers
and a scruffy tshirt, and shoving my swimming shorts
in my rucksack.
I walked down the hall towards the lift uneasily,
Charlie kept looking at me for reasurrance, but he
didnt know about the nightmares,
he didnt know that exactly a year ago, all that I
dreamt was the truth.
We climbed in the lift, and one by one, the bell rang
as we hit each floor. 'Why the hell are we staying on
the 38th floor?' I asked myself, then chuckled as we'd
only
reached the 31st. I stared at the numbers as the
flashed above the door.
30
29
28
27
26
25
24
23
23
23
'Hang on a minute...are we stuck?' I exclaimed,
rushing to repeatedly press the buttons.
'Calm down, we'll just use the phone and tell them the
lifts stopped!' said Charlie, picking up the reciever
in the lift.
'Damn it' Charlie cursed
'What?' I asked worriedly
'Trust, it doesn't even work!' He said, slamming it
down.
'Call Fletch on his mobile' I said, you could hear my
voice shaking, if ever there was a time to be
claustrophobic, it certainly wasn't now.
'Err, my phones in my room' Replied Charlie biting his
lower lip.
I searched my back pocket and sighed relief, I had
mine.
'Oh for crying out loud!' I shouted, looking at the
dead phone I'd just retrieved from my pocket.
'What are we gonna do know?' I sighed, kicking the
hell out of the lift door, as if THAT would help, and
just as I thought things couldn't get worse,
all the lights in the lift and the crappy classical
music that was playing all of a sudden shut off.
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