Into another lifeA Story by CalebSchadeckIn a futuristic Earth a man must live out the life a suspect believed to have killed 6 people in cold blood. Prologue I close my eyes as the liquid slowly enters my blood stream making goose bumps rise on my arm, the office is already so cold that I start to shiver. My eyes flip to the nurse who doesn’t seem to notice that I am cold, she just sits in her hot pick office chair, and witch indeed seems oddly out of place for this dull doctor’s office. I then realize that this office, this dull office with the unconcerned nurse sitting in the hot pink chair will be the last of my own memories for thirty three years. The liquid travels up my blood into my heart, and brain my bold cells absorbing it like sugar. My eyes close, my last memory is of someone holding my hand as I slip into the vial man’s head.
*** When I awaken I am back in the boring office, the white
walls and the hot pink chair, the nurse looks at me; there is a sense of fear
in her eyes. I struggle to remember why I fell asleep here. Thirty seconds go
by, then a minute as I try to remember, I glace at my arm where it feels
painful, and there is a drop of blood on it. I remember the needle the pain of the
liquid going into my blood, I am Calvin Rammmer, and I am one of the first
people to ever live out the life of someone else. A man walks in the room; tall, heavy-set wearing
a large pair of sunglasses, he looks at me then takes off his sun glasses.
“How do
you feel?” My god do I remember how to talk? It’s been so long I open my mouth to
attempt it “I"eee I feel good.” Ok so I can talk barely. “Good,
now let’s get to this, you have been one of the first people to live out the
life of another person, we choose you specifically for this because of your
strong mind.” “I I’m
going sick.” I shiver violently and whatever I had before I went under comes up
all over the hot-pink chair. The man
looks at me then says “Lets continue this some other time.” I look
up at the tall man as he’s putting on his sun glasses “He"he’s innocent” I hurl
again this time on the white tiled floor, I can feel myself slipping off, back
into the guys life I feel the pain he felt when he got his first F and I feel
the chain hit me as his Dad beats him. I let the blackness take me in. in my
last breath of air I manage to gasp out “Innocent.” © 2011 CalebSchadeckAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on December 3, 2011 Last Updated on December 3, 2011 Previous Versions AuthorCalebSchadeckCarson City , NVAboutI have loved writing all my life... not much else to say, just want to share my work. I am also a major Whovian ever since about three monts ago, I love that show! more..Writing
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