Shell shocked

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Ralph wakes up in a strange place after taking a direct hit from a mustard gas shell.

Submitted: December 10, 2014

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Submitted: December 10, 2014



Ralph got up and looked around. He was in a dimly lit room, filled with beds identical to his. The only difference was that his was the only occupied one. He got up and started to walk around. Immense pain shot up his leg. He heard something. As he took steps closer to the sound, he kept hearing it, over, and over again. Louder each time. He turned a corner, and there, standing before him in the hallway, was another man. The man was almost grotesque in features. The man’s facial features were twisted and deformed; his ears looked shrunken and burned, while his lips were gone. His nose looked smashed in, and the hair on his hair was burnt off. As Ralph studied the man, the man studied him back. Ralph noticed the unnatural deformities in the man’s arms. Three fingers missing from one hand, with the other blown completely off. The man’s legs were skinny and burnt. One foot was half gone, with the other leg cut off at the knee a wooden leg supporting his body; the bandage was still fresh with blood. As Ralph moved toward the man, he noticed the man did so too, almost in sequence with Ralph.

“Hello?” cried Ralph to the man. The man simply moved his mouth with Ralph’s.

Ralph rushed to the man, and the man did the same.

Ralph hit the mirror with such force it shattered into thousands of pieces.

“No, no, no, no. NO!” Ralph screamed as he realized what happened, and who the man really was.

“NO! THIS CAN’T BE! Somebody help me! PLEASE!”

Silence answered his pleas; there was not a sound to be heard.

“Help me! Somebody! Please! Help me! What’s happened?”

The war veteran slumped against the wall, still crying out with every breath. He had survived the mud filled trench, only to be left alone to die in a place he had no memory of.

It was becoming harder and harder to cry out for help, for his throat was dry.

As Ralph lost consciousness, he heard the foot steps he had been waiting so long to hear. At least he wouldn’t die alone.

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