Well this is my first attempt at first person narrative. Please go gentle!
The swaying was what woke me. It was as though I was out at sea and caught in a tempest. Then there came the sudden jolts and murmurs of deep voices. My body shifted to the side and that was when I realized I could not move my arms or legs. Inside I panicked and my body was desperate to move. I could feel the crawling under my skin like a horde of spiders in search of prey.
The muffled voices spoke in only one or two words and then they raised me. Out of shock I tried to gasp but the air refused to come. I was confused by this. I tried to breath through my nose. Nothing. There was a weight over my chest like a bag of cement was on top crushing my lungs beneath. They, whoever they were, let me down onto something with two hard thuds. This was followed by a noise of something sliding on a conveyer line.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to kick. This had to be a joke. But then what could explain the loss of any control over my body? What was happening?
The sliding continued and I could feel the bumps of uneven rollers underneath me. Another voice started talking and I could hear the faint sound of crying.
What was going on?
Why was someone crying?
What is the last thing that I remember doing?
There was the party and we started drinking and having a good time Mary’s place. We just started messing around and fighting a bit and then Jason said something about the pool. There was that game with someone on my back. We tried to push Marcus and Wendy over. Then we had a diving contest and. I don’t remember. I bounced on the diving board and then. Black. Nothing.
A hiss came from every direction. Then there came a clicking noise. Immediately I could feel the heat. It was everywhere. My little world was getting hotter by the second and there was nothing that I could do. This is a literal hell and I cannot escape it. No one is going to help me. There was a sliding of metal on metal which stopped abruptly.
A wail came from out there followed by a loud “No”. That sounded like mom. Why is she screaming and crying? What happened to me?
The temperature kept rising and I could feel the skin start to bubble. I wanted to cry. I wanted to scream. I wanted to run. There was nothing I could do but lay here and burn up in my own personal hell.
