Emily Part I: Contrasts
Friday, July 28, 2006
Emily Part I: Contrasts
Emily didnt know what to expect,with the engine of her car rumbling softly,a stark contrast to the rock music pouring out from the front door.The crowd gathered,with plastic cups and beer bottles scattered all over the front lawn.She hestiated before she got out of the car,with the object in her purse still resting comfortably,still new to her shivering fingers.She wasnt used to the touch of it,and figured she's not going to forget it anytime soon,for it ends tonight.It ends tonight,she repeated over and over.
She took a deep breath then,the winter air filling up her lungs.There was a burning sensation,not from the freezing night air but the adrenaline rush in the heart.It was beating faster,she realised.Faster and more vigorous than usual.Why?She asked herself,as she made her way up the porch and into the already drunken crowd.It was just a party,she tried to convince herself.Sex doesnt make it any different.Not any different.Or does it?
Only twenty minutes before midnight and the crowd was already drowned in alcohol and dope.People vomited,while others collapsed on the steps up to the second floor.The music blared,if it was music at all that was coming out of those damn speakers.The carpet smelt like fresh puke and piss,with patches of spilled drinks here and there,all over.Emily made her way through the bodies,sound asleep on the steps and up to the second level where the secret party was supposed to be held.She thought about the invitation again,and the scene she expected herself to see after she entered the room.She's never been to such parties before,and wondered if it was the right thing to do.It wasnt the sex that tempted her to reach the doorstep,but was the reason why she arrived here tonight,the true motive?She dimissed the doubt,and opened the door to the room.
Emily didnt know what to expect,with the engine of her car rumbling loudly,a stark contrast to the serenity of the carpark before the hospital.It was quiet all around,and the early snow just started to fall days ago.Her mirrors were misty,but that was the way she liked it.She felt guilty for some reason,almost afraid to face her once again.She thought of the way the news pierced first her heart,then her mind.She fainted right then in school,halfway through assembly.She was excused for the rest of the day,one of the only two people absent from class that day,aside from Sarah,who was then lying in the middle of her bathroom,covered in her own vomit and sleeping pills scattered all over.She did not apologize for her absence,nor did she doubt her actions.She was merely in love,she wrote.A love nobody would ever understand.
She took a deep breath,and the freshness of the air calmed her as she entered the sliding doors.She never liked hospitals,she told herself.Despite the toupe-coloured hallways and the nurses,everywhere smelt of medication and death.Patients and family of patients,in the waiting room awaiting their fates and doom.Like her,in her soon to be death bed,with tubes sticking out of her arms and a mask over her face as Emily asked for the room number at the counter.Tears ran down her face,as she grasped her heart through the thick winter coats,and took her sadness into the corner of the lift,as it slowly made its way up the shaft.There was a burning sensation in her heart,not from the freezing winter air but the throbbing of her heart against her chest.She was afraid,almost petrified.She wasnt ready to face the picture,to accept that her worst fear came true finally.She touched the object in her purse,the touch still fresh to her numbed skin.It felt soft,and comforting all of a sudden,and before the door to her room Emily hesitated.
Up and down the corridor people rushed.It was strange how nobody noticed the turmoil that was going through her mind then.She felt the handle to the room,but dared not pushed it down.The cold pierced her pores and made their way up her veins and throughout her body.She felt her behind these doors,the death that awaits her ultimately at the end of the door.Her hands shook,and her heart was beating faster by the second.Still,she had the object,something she got for her as a present.She hadnt a script,not like the plays she did in school.The papers are blank,and she hadnt the faintest idea what to say to her later on.But she mustered the last trace of her courage,and got into the death-filled ICU...
To be continued...
Emily didnt know what to expect,with the engine of her car rumbling softly,a stark contrast to the rock music pouring out from the front door.The crowd gathered,with plastic cups and beer bottles scattered all over the front lawn.She hestiated before she got out of the car,with the object in her purse still resting comfortably,still new to her shivering fingers.She wasnt used to the touch of it,and figured she's not going to forget it anytime soon,for it ends tonight.It ends tonight,she repeated over and over.
She took a deep breath then,the winter air filling up her lungs.There was a burning sensation,not from the freezing night air but the adrenaline rush in the heart.It was beating faster,she realised.Faster and more vigorous than usual.Why?She asked herself,as she made her way up the porch and into the already drunken crowd.It was just a party,she tried to convince herself.Sex doesnt make it any different.Not any different.Or does it?
Only twenty minutes before midnight and the crowd was already drowned in alcohol and dope.People vomited,while others collapsed on the steps up to the second floor.The music blared,if it was music at all that was coming out of those damn speakers.The carpet smelt like fresh puke and piss,with patches of spilled drinks here and there,all over.Emily made her way through the bodies,sound asleep on the steps and up to the second level where the secret party was supposed to be held.She thought about the invitation again,and the scene she expected herself to see after she entered the room.She's never been to such parties before,and wondered if it was the right thing to do.It wasnt the sex that tempted her to reach the doorstep,but was the reason why she arrived here tonight,the true motive?She dimissed the doubt,and opened the door to the room.
Emily didnt know what to expect,with the engine of her car rumbling loudly,a stark contrast to the serenity of the carpark before the hospital.It was quiet all around,and the early snow just started to fall days ago.Her mirrors were misty,but that was the way she liked it.She felt guilty for some reason,almost afraid to face her once again.She thought of the way the news pierced first her heart,then her mind.She fainted right then in school,halfway through assembly.She was excused for the rest of the day,one of the only two people absent from class that day,aside from Sarah,who was then lying in the middle of her bathroom,covered in her own vomit and sleeping pills scattered all over.She did not apologize for her absence,nor did she doubt her actions.She was merely in love,she wrote.A love nobody would ever understand.
She took a deep breath,and the freshness of the air calmed her as she entered the sliding doors.She never liked hospitals,she told herself.Despite the toupe-coloured hallways and the nurses,everywhere smelt of medication and death.Patients and family of patients,in the waiting room awaiting their fates and doom.Like her,in her soon to be death bed,with tubes sticking out of her arms and a mask over her face as Emily asked for the room number at the counter.Tears ran down her face,as she grasped her heart through the thick winter coats,and took her sadness into the corner of the lift,as it slowly made its way up the shaft.There was a burning sensation in her heart,not from the freezing winter air but the throbbing of her heart against her chest.She was afraid,almost petrified.She wasnt ready to face the picture,to accept that her worst fear came true finally.She touched the object in her purse,the touch still fresh to her numbed skin.It felt soft,and comforting all of a sudden,and before the door to her room Emily hesitated.
Up and down the corridor people rushed.It was strange how nobody noticed the turmoil that was going through her mind then.She felt the handle to the room,but dared not pushed it down.The cold pierced her pores and made their way up her veins and throughout her body.She felt her behind these doors,the death that awaits her ultimately at the end of the door.Her hands shook,and her heart was beating faster by the second.Still,she had the object,something she got for her as a present.She hadnt a script,not like the plays she did in school.The papers are blank,and she hadnt the faintest idea what to say to her later on.But she mustered the last trace of her courage,and got into the death-filled ICU...
To be continued...
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