Chapter Two: 19 Pills

Chapter Two: 19 Pills

Austin looks and holds the pills in his hand. He lies in his bed, in his house, in the desert city of Tucson. He takes the pills one by one, all the way down to the 19^th pill.

His mind goes blank. He falls into a deep deep deep sleep. 

All of a sudden, he jerks out of sleep.

“F**k, I guess it didn’t work”, Austin thinks as he tries to come too.

“What the f**k”, Austin thinks as he’s unable to move. He also notices he’s not in his bed anymore. Most of all, he is hanging upside down. He slowly realizes that he is in a car that somehow is flipped over.

He struggles but eventually gets himself free. He smashes to the roof of the car which now the floor. He slowly pulls himself out of the car. He gets to his feet and stand there thinking for a long moment.

He looks around. There seems to be a fog over the land with a light rain touching his face. He’s surrounded by forest. He doesn’t have a clue where he is. He really doesn’t know what to do next.

He looks in the car. In the driver seat there is an older woman in it. She is soaked in blood. Austin checks her pulse and there is nothing. He then moves on to look at the back seat of the car. There lays, two men, bloody and beaten to a pulp. He slowly realizes one of the men is his father. He quickly tries to pull him out, but he is stuck. He checks his father’s wrist for a pulse, and there is nothing. He’s dead. He may have never liked the man, but he didn’t deserve to die. Austin slowly limps to the front of the car. He is having trouble walking and moving around. He gets to the front of the car and glance back towards the front window. That’s when he notices it. A nice size beard that lied on his face. He went to bed clean shaven, his thoughts of making it easier to prepare his dead body. All of the sudden, tons of thoughts and questions enter his head and he tries to organize them. Just then the overwhelm cluster of thoughts causes him to pass out.   

Reviews

[patricia]

Thankyou. Perhaps not the time of night in England for me to be reading that ...but a good write and as always I admire your work. Thanks.

[Bellamorte]

'There lays, two men, bloody and beaten to a pulp. ' Should be there lies.
I like the plot in this but I think you could develop it a bit more. What does the forest look like? What colour is the car? What does the woman look like? Who is she?

Also, you use the word 'he' waaaay too much to start the story. I'm all for anaphara, but it has no effect in this.

[Starting Over]

Simply Amazing.... this is great and I hope there is more to the story

[Balls:)]

oh my gosh, it is just like a scary movie... this is soooo great, i love the description]