Sunday, August 13, 2017

As Yet Untitled (the beginning of a trilogy by Joshua)

I swear to you..... I didn't change a single word.



Family. It was as if the word never applied to me. I have no name, no identity. It has always been this way. I move from hospital to hospital, no knowing anything or anyone. It's like they dump me after my time is up, and it makes me believe that I'm nothing to anyone. But deep in my soul, I knew I was something.

I awoke from a trance-like state as the van came to a halt. Doctors in hazmat suits escorted me into the hospital. The stretcher I lay on rattled under my weight. I was brought to a large room, chairs surrounding me. In seconds, the men left and a doctor walked swiftly in. He ordered two nurses to bring me to a stage, television screens and banners on the back wall. Then he started yelling stage directions: "stage right, left, front, perfect!" His scarlet vest shined under the spotlight and then he snapped, echoing in the room. As if it was on cue, waves of reporters and cameramen flooded in, taking seats, jabbering among themselves.

The doctor picked up a small microphone and the crowd went silent. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I present our responsibility for the next two months, as assigned by the President of the United States of America," he boomed. A spotlight shone down onto my stretcher as I looked helplessly at the crowd.

"This child is radioactive, so we advise you to put on your ear loop masks inside your pamphlet given at the door," the doctor instructed. Everyone put on their masks. The doctor proceeded to give information about me, but then a reporter yelled, "He's a hazard to our children!" This outburst started a firestorm with reporters calling me "better off dead" or "a creation from hell."

I wanted to yell, but I couldn't. I felt weak, almost powerless against them. The I saw her, a little girl, probably my age, standing next to a nurse. She whispered to her and then left. I was taken out of the room and down a hallway. The nurse behind me instructed, "Put him to sleep. Use the heavy stuff, and make sure he doesn't remember... anything."


Um..... wow.

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