Lana Bimbi

A short story I wrote for school, thought I would use a name I was a bit familiar with. Let me know what you think.

There she stood, as elegant as a bird poised on the edge of flight. Her dusty blonde hair falling bluntly just below her collarbone in a purposefully tasseled mess. Her small frame engulfed in a navy blue oversized t-shirt, of which tiny little clusters of white daisy’s gave it the femininity that was, in contrast to her edgy style, Lana Bimbi. She was the kind of girl who’d wear tattered sneakers with a white lace dress, a 1980’s rock band t-shirt with an electric pink tube skirt and louboutins, the kind of girl who was quietly spoken, though had the kind of wit that had a sting more powerful than a jellyfish. In fact, that’s exactly how one could describe Lana, a jellyfish, metaphorically speaking of course. She was small, and at first glance could come across as a little transparent, although when you came to really know her, she was filled with all these different shades of blue and grey. She was mesmerizing to look at, her beauty often luring unsuspecting folk to touch, but they’re intentions never prevailed past her initial sting which she used both to protect her reputation and also her heart. Although her jade green eyes screamed innocence and naivety, she was far from either; mature for a sixteen year old whose street smarts overpowered any kind of mathematical equations that teachers preached was a necessity to life.  Lana Bimbi was one of a kind.

 

“So” Dr. Klidensburg began as his chestnut eyes peered over the charcoal grey brim of his spectacles, “This…Lana character…” I stopped him. “Character! Character!? I thought you of all people would be delighted to hear of such a breakthrough in my social life but it appears as though I was wrong. I’m essentially paying for you to contradict me when I should be paying for you to listen and support me, because s**t knows who else is there for me to do exactly that. Oh but wait, I do have someone, her name is Lana and she is waiting for me as we speak, so if you don’t kind, I’m going to go, and I’ll tell Cindy at reception to cancel Mondays appointment and anything after that. It’s been nice...no, wait, screw you, goodbye” I slammed the door shut behind me. My head was spinning, along with the waiting room and Cindy, whom I couldn’t even be bothered acknowledging as I made my way back to my ward. The smell of disinfectants tainted my lungs, the white of the walls burning my eyes as I fell into bed, both out of exhaustion, anger and nauseousness.  I closed my eyes for a moment and when I awoke there she sat on the very bed beside me, Lana Bimbi.

 

“I really do wish you had have come on Saturday night, you would have had an absolute blast!” she said, a hint of disappointment quipping at the end of her words. “The base player was by far the most attractive male I have ever seen, I nearly passed out when he winked at me” you could tell when Lana was truly enthused by something as her pupils grew so large they consumed the green of her eyes, a fact I overheard a patient discussing with her parents, who’s eyes were most definitely far from enthused after hearing of their daughters second attempt to set herself on fire. “I’m not seeing Dr. Klidensburg anymore” I blurted out just as Lana delved into the lasagna and salad that I had been served for lunch every day since my admission, and that was exactly 53 days ago now. I was hoping the food would act as a momentary filter for her to consider the choice of words that would follow, instead it was spluttered in a heap all over my washed out blue hospital gown, an improvement to such a drab outfit in hind sight. “We spoke about this” she said through gritted teeth “you know I’m not real, I know I’m not real, Dr. Klidensburg most definitely knows I’m not real so why even bother to argue? “A look of concern washed over her face, taking the pink that often consumed the apples of her cheeks and replacing it with a yellow tinge, I thought she was going to be sick. Lana soon changed the subject although it mustn’t have been one capable of manipulating my pupils into giant, black saucers, as I was soon fast asleep.

 

I awoke to the sounds of fire alarms and the cool yet vicious droplets of the sprinklers that activated whenever there was a fire. The girl responsible for the pupil story and a history of being a bit of a self-intentional pyromaniac had successfully set herself on fire for the third time during the night and had essentially broken both my sleep and my stubbornness. I wasn’t prepared to reach a stage in my stay here at the St. Versane where suicide was my only way of escape. I was stronger than that, heck I was stronger than Lana.

 

I trudged my way back to the wooden door of Dr. Klidensburg’s office. As the door creaked open I slotted myself through the small gap between the doorframe and the wall and took a seat in the plush, cobalt blue swivel chair that I had sat in many times before. As I turned to speak to the man who could essentially be my own Jesus Christ, the man who saves me from a darker power and amends my sins, I froze. There, in a navy blue oversized t-shirt with tiny little clusters of white daisy’s and jade green eyes sat a petite young lady who’s face I knew all too well, and although her frame was engulfed in a large, white doctors coat and sitting upon her dainty nose were a pair of charcoal grey rimmed spectacles, I knew exactly who it was, and it was Dr. Klidensburg. I bit my tongue as I read the nametag aloud in my mind: ‘Dr. Bimbi’. I pinched the skin of my underarm so hard it drew blood; still I kept twisting the flesh as if it were the dial of an alarm clock that was capable of waking up from this nightmare. “So” she began “Tell me about this Dr. Klidensburg character”.

Reviews

[Gobinder Singh Dhindsa]

Well döne, do u read mine 2 Time

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi dear Lana,
I do think that your writing skills are absolutely exceptional, you enable the reader to partially experience your resistances, turmoil and even the inner working of your mind with you. I note also how you use a plethora of sophisticated colours to describe the scenes, I just cannot fault this work

I wish that I could have written like this when I was your age, may your talents continue to flourish.....

Brilliant in all senses