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I Lay Frozen
Touched by a ghost. Long after she left I lay frozen. The trees rustling outside the window, and the wind angry at the darkness. The slow moving clouds covered the moon and for long stretches of time it was pitch black.
I shifted in bed, but I couldn't move much because It felt like I was tied down. Pain was taking up refuge in my lower back. The bed felt like a piece of concrete slab covered in a thin sheet and my pillow was flat and as hard as a rock. The air around me was saturated with chemicals and of course oxygen. I couldn't understand the reason why I smelled oxygen, but nonetheless I did.
Even though I lay in darkness, I could feel eyes boring into me. Spirits standing there at the foot of the bed, waiting a long time. I thought I caught a glimpse of someone in white, but I blinked and it vanished.
Exhaustion swept over my limbs and filled my body with weakness. Confusion attacked my brain and rushed it into my heart. Although I had not felt it beating, I knew it was there. It was cold, and it felt stored in a chest of ice.
I wanted to end my slumber, but my mind was running along a different track. I felt a chain around my neck shaped like a “Y”. It was loose for a moment, but then it felt like it was penetrating my skin. The “Y” felt permanent.
I didn't remember much of anything, not even going to bed. My thoughts were hazy, and the only thing I remembered was the smell of blood. I also remembered a woman covered in blood. How on earth had she managed to end up in a situation so dangerous that it covered her in blood, and gave me the loss of memory?
I was thinking so hard, but the memories that came back were being tossed up into the air like plates from a juggler at a carnival. Each one tossed up and caught, but my mind was only thinking of the one missed and it crashing to the floor. The shattering plate sent pains through my head and I didn't want to remember anymore.
Then my spirit floated across an old condemned house straining to remain upright. In front there was a human figure dangling from an end of a rope tied to the second highest tree branch. His chin touching his chest and his arms flopped loosely.
Someone was calling my name. I heard it clear and then it faded and became a whimpering stutter. That echoing stutter in the room made my blood run cold. Then there was a pungent smell that filled the air. There was also a dingy white sheet covering my head, but I could not move it away. It kept coming back, covering my face. The pungent smell got stronger and stronger as I covered my nose, but it didn't go away.
I heard a woman describing an autopsy and the nature of the wounds. Then black and white photos on the floor depicting the injuries in detail. I heard another woman talking about the excess of violence. Three gun shot wounds, one with thick powder burns to the side of the face, one to the chest, and the third one into the stomach.
The ghost came back and when I was looking down over her and my body, I realized she wasn't a ghost at all, but a doctor trying to save my life. It was too late, she tried and I still lay frozen...
© 2016 Frank Atanacio