Story of the month is going slow so I'll add some competition weak as it may be. Day 1 Mother, Father, I don’t miss you. I guess that’s all that you two deserve. You ran off, got yourselves drunk and left me lying here on the road. Nothing but pine trees all around me, nothing but birds to playing their tune. I can’t say that I really hate you, but that’s not the best thing you could have heard. So here I am, alone and dying, the blood it’s not stopping, my vision just started fading, the world around me is falling down. I should go, walk away. I should run, far away. But I can’t, I’ve got no legs to move with, no wings to fly with, no heart to live with. This is so uncool. I wanted to be someone. I wanted to grow up and be like those guys in the cartoons, with power to do stuff, and get what they want. It would have been great to get tall enough to look my cousins in the eye. It would have been great to hear my voice stop being so squeaky. It would have been great to see Anna again, maybe after this I could have thought about talking to her. But now here I am out one arm and out all luck. I heard about a guy who had no arm, wait it was about a guy who cut off his arm. He got back didn’t he? It’s called a tourniquet when you tie it off isn’t it? That way you don’t lose your blood, how much of that do you usually have anyways? Nine, no way, five liters tops. So if I can stop the bleeding does that mean I live, neh? Yeah, it means I live without mom or dad, without anyone around me. But it’s worth a try. The book said to do it like this. Agh. That hurts, maybe it got infected already, if that’s the case I’m done anyways. Maybe I should have stayed at home reading like always. Then maybe-- it’s stupid, so, so, so, so stupid. It stopped, no more warmness on my side, it’s all staying in, good job. So dizzy, must have lost at least a liter of blood back there… eat something, no one else is gonna eat the food for the camping trip, neh? Tastes like oil, burnt and oil. Doesn’t matter, gotta use what I’ve got, neh? So what now? I can’t walk home, I can’t drive home, I can’t see anyone driving this way. So what now? What now? What now? What now? What now?! Ugh! My arm! Why’d they have to go to that party? Why’d they have to bring me along? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?! I’ve read about everything from survival to edible plants, and none of it’s useful out here, there’s nothing but me and the trees. God! You see this?! You see me here?! The kid who went to church every Sunday like clockwork, who actually believed his dumb parent’s lies ‘til he was ten?! Is this your way of telling me I’m just so wrong!? Huh?! Tell me! Tell me you son of a *****! Tell me that I’m wrong and I’m going to burn in hell!! For what?! For thinking for myself?! For thinking that no matter how hard you try to cover things up the world is full of death, and crime, and evil!? It’s just so ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly, ugly!! Dammit! Argh! Dammit. My head. Hurts so bad. I shouldn’t be shouting to no one, it’s just a waste, a goddamn waste, like me apparently. Sleep…need sleep, but it’s so cold. Maybe I’ll die here, maybe I’ll live, maybe I’ll be on the news, maybe I’ll just be a side note in the obits. I don’t care anymore. So what if I get home. I’m a cripple now, I have no more family, I have no more life to go back to. Sleep… It’ll all be better after I sleep. Day 2 Morning, it’s morning isn’t it? I can’t feel it, I can’t feel my arm! Ah! My arm it’s not here! It’s not here! What happened to my arm?! Aaahh-- No! Stop it! I was in a crash, my parents are dead, I’ve got one arm left, I’m going to run out of food today, and I have to do something to save myself, neh? That’s right. That’s right. That’s right. So if I eat now I’ll be able to walk again probably, my head’s not spinning anymore. Where to walk to… the highway. There’s always someone on the highway, if I can get away from these backwater roads I can definitely get help, I may be going back to a life of nothing, however… for some reason it seems better than dying, neh? Ew. Still tastes awful. Gotta move anyways. Hurts. Hurts. Hurts like hell. Am I even going the right way? How long is it back to the interstate from here? How long can I hold out? Why am I asking you old bird? What would an owl know about this? Ha ha ha. That’s right, an owl knows how to fly and how to eat, I know how to read and how to walk, we’re not going to be able to help each other, not that I could help anyone like this. My feet hurt. My arms hurt. My head hurts. Keep going. Don’t stop, what’ll you do if you stop? Nothing. You’ll rot and die then rot some more, just like the people in graves. Yeah coffins are useless, the weight of the soil is enough to crush most of them. Why make them if they’re that weak? A home for the dead? Don’t be stupid, your brain goes, you go, end of story. Just like it’s not my brain, or my arm, it’s me, all me, everything physical is really what we see as the mind, or the soul. Maybe if we wanted to know for sure we’d have no religion, but we don’t. No way, no how. We just keep on schleppin’ it along with this fragile existence, read, write, speak, do, build, alter, destroy, built, create, reshape, reorder, break, war, peace, revolution, domination, order, conflict, nothingness. I’m a depressing child aren’t I? Maybe if I didn’t read so much… Day 3 I’m gonna die. No food, no water, no highway. I guess I was dumber than I thought. The wound’s infected for sure, the cold is making my joints ache, the blood, I think I hear it pumping into my ears. Argh! I’m so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! But I still don’t wanna die. No matter what I don’t wanna die! Save me! Somebody help! Help me! I don’t care who save me! Help me! Bring me back! I don’t care what I have to do save me! Save me! Please! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! I beg, I plead, I throw myself on your mercy! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Please, I’m begging you! Save me! Save me! Save me! Somebody! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Anybody! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Please do something! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Save me! Mother! Save me! Father! Save me! Oh please God save me!
