Faded

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
I was challenged to take a lyric from a Pearl Jam song and make a story of it, so I picked "Hearts and thoughts fade away" randomly from one of their songs and came up with this beauty! It doesn't really have anything to do with the song but it didn't need to be and I'm so happy with how it turned out. Please tell me what you think!

Submitted: February 09, 2015

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It started with tires screeching, wheels swerving, and immense impact upon that of a human body and machine.

Then black.

For a long time it was black, with the soft hum of silence and only myself to reflect on. I watched the movie of what I assumed to be my life, which was more like a bunch of gag reels and director’s cuts rather than a major motion picture. Finally the movie slowed to the part of darkness that I’d been inhabiting for awhile now, but surprisingly, the movie wasn’t over. It didn’t end there, no movie credits rolled down the screen. It was just paused. There I was stuck perfectly in my black world floating in limbo, and I came to a sudden realization that I couldn’t stay here any longer. Buttons then appeared on the screen, one was a square: stop, and one was a sideways triangle: play. My fate was in my own hands, which was extremely frightening, to the point that I searched all around me in the inky blackness for someone to hand my life to. God wasn’t present. Finally, I took matters into my own hands and inched towards the screen. I reached out in front of me,taking a total leap of faith, and my finger fell on play.

As soon as I made contact with the screen I was ripped from the empty, black world I had become so familiar with. It got brighter as I traveled through a vortex to an entirely different world. I landed harshly on a hard mattress in a bleached room with a splitting headache. The fluorescent lighting dazzled before me, so I only saw a blanket of white. It took a few minutes for them to adjust, but I didn’t focus on my eyes for very long. This strange world had a different density of air and I was giving my all trying to inhale and exhale correctly. My lungs worked the air forcefully into and out of my body, going into survival mode. Creatures rushed around me, maybe that’s why it was so hard to breath, the room was too crowded. Something else happened as well.

 There was an ear splitting howl from one of the creatures who was near my bed. It was... the word took awhile to form in my thoughts... a woman. She was talking to another person and as she turned her face towards me, expecting to see a lifeless mannequin attached to wires, but instead, she saw someone who was alive and fighting for breath. She screamed and slapped people near her and fought her way towards me, I grew very frightened of her. Others beat her to me and started howling too. I couldn’t pick up any speech for all the noises were blurring together. They were suffocating me, I still couldn’t breathe. I gasped and gasped for more oxygen, silently pleading that they would leave me alone.

One of the creatures wearing all white heard my plea. She quickly started howling, but no longer at me. She paraded the crowd out of the room one by one. Before she could get the women who initially started the riot, she clamped onto my arm screaming and crying at me. Why was she so violent with me? I had done nothing! She had to be carried out by a few other men wearing all white as well.

WHAT IS GOING ON?

Then silence, or as close to silence as this world seemed capable of.

Almost everyone was shut out of the room, there still was the woman who heard my cry for help, and two men who matched her in clothing. They seemed to be a part of a unit differing from the beast who raked my arm with her claws. I could hear strange noises echoing from the… hold on… window. The window was open and sounds bounced out from the everyday life of these creatures and reverberated against my ear drums.

“W-window.” I tried to say something else, but this word was all I could muster from my clouded thoughts. I pointed weakly to the pane of glass shoved up and one of the men rushed over to close it for me.

The woman slowly approached me, smiling warmly. It made me feel slightly less afraid but didn’t stop my hands from trembling. I looked away, afraid she was going to start yelling again and distracted myself with looking around the room. Flowers, both dead and alive were scattered everywhere. There was the window looking out onto some very complicated structures and fast moving objects. They were foreign to me and that made me all that more uncomfortable with this unknown world. Another sound, always constant filled the room.

Beepbeep.

Beepbeep.

I snapped my head to the right, instantly regretting it. The room tilted and I gripped the rails along the mattress for support. Slowly it came back upright and I saw a large… uhh… machine. It had long tendrils that wrapped around the mattress and around my arms disappearing underneath the skin. I somehow knew better than to try to rip them away from me but I was extremely unsettled by it. Then I felt what the beeps were. I felt them!

Bumbum.

Bumbum.

My heart.

I realized then I was alive, a person. I was one of these creatures that ran around my room, rearranging flowers and checking the machine that beeped along with my heart beat. The sound pounded my already achy head but I welcomed it, I was reassured by it’s consistent rhythm. The woman pressed a button on the machine and it made a slightly higher pitched noise, then returned to its monotonal beep then turned towards me.

“Hi, how are you feeling?” I winced, I had been expecting her to yell.

“Heart.” I said my palm spread across my chest, I had just a hint of a smile.

“Yes, that is your heart, good job. Can you tell me what your name is?” She asked in her soft, gentle voice. Her words confused me. Name? I knit my eyebrows together asking her what she meant.

“My name is Jennifer Gale, can you tell me what your name is?” She asked, using the word in context.

I started to understand the concept but I couldn’t come up with anything. I closed my eyes in concentration. Name, what is my name. Everyone on this planet has a name, including me. What was I called? My head started hurting more and more with each passing second of my critical thinking. Finally I opened my eyes and tried not to cry out of frustration and pain. I gave her a look, telling her I didn’t know. She smiled sympathetically.

“Don’t worry sweetie, lucky for you I know your name. Your name is Samantha. Samantha Maye Bridge.”

At the sound of my name my head exploded with pain from a burst of memories pushing at my eyes. I saw a… baby, me as a baby with voices calling “Samantha” and “Samantha Maye” and “Sammie”. I reached up to grip my heavily bandaged head which only increased the pain. I tried shutting my brain off, stopping the foreign movie of a life I should’ve known.

“Samantha! Samantha Maye!” I yelled trying to please my brain. Maybe some clips of this movie would escape from my brain through my mouth and give my mind a little more room. After what seemed like an eternity, the pain started ebbing away bit by bit. Old memories I didn’t recognize faded, and I could focus on the real world again. The woman, Jennifer, had done something to the machine that fed something into the tubes into my body. That was the cause of my relief, I knew it.

“I know it’s hard, and it hurts. I’m so sorry Samantha, but we must continue just a while longer.” She said when the pain had subsided to its original ache that I felt when I first opened my eyes. I nodded, scared of the pain, and the overwhelming knowledge of an entire life that I apparently have lived. Jennifer had a stack of… paper. But it wasn’t normal paper, something was different. There was color clashing to create people and landscapes. Pictures. She showed one to me. It was of the women who scratched my forearm.

“Do you know who this woman is, Samantha?” She asked, I pointed to my arm as an answer.

“Yes, she did grab your arm earlier, when you woke up. But do you know who she is? Can you identify her for us?” She asked again. I shook my head and pointed to my arm again. She placed the picture at the bottom of the stack.

“Okay, what about this boy? Do you know him?” She asked, the boy was young, and seeing him made my pain increase and I was afraid I was going to have an episode again, but all it did was hurt more, no movie. I shook my head.

“This man? Can you recognize him?” She asked showing a tall man who was balding and had tan skin. No.

“This boy? You have to remember him, he’s very important to you.” She said. The boy was dressed in a… um.. it was a game.. a sport.. a football uniform! It was covered in grass and mud stains from a long and intense game. He was holding his helmet with one hand and he was hugging a girl. You could only see the back of her head in the picture, but he was laughing with joy for the occasion. No.

“ What about these girls. Any of these girls?” She asked looking really hopeful but sounding desperate. It was a group of girls in a yard dressed in… pajamas. There was tent and a campfire with a trampoline in the background. The girls were all gathered together for the picture. I shook my head. She pointed to one of the girls, she had the same colored hair as the girl in the other picture with the football player but you could see her face this time… Freckles, she had a lot of freckles and blue eyes and shoulder length blond hair. She had a big smile and was hugging the two nearest girls next to her. Why is she so significant?

“This is you, Samantha.” She said, her voice was heavy with sadness.
I gasped. That was me? I couldn’t even identify myself? I started crying right there on the spot. Tears welled in my eyes and rolled down my cheeks and I had no control over them. She had been crouching by my bed but lifted herself up and left the pictures on the… what was it… ugh, what was it! On something, and walked out of the door. The others had left as well. I was alone in the room, with no clue in the world as to who I was other than my name is Samantha and I couldn’t even figure that out on my own. I closed my eyes, eager to get back to my world of darkness and silence. My heart thumped in my chest but it no longer brought me comfort. I wanted it to stop, all I wanted was for my heart and thoughts to fade away...


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