• I awoke to a blinding lamp shining on my face. I could feel it burn my eyes. I tried to close them but metal things attached to my face made that not happen. I heard foot steps in the near distance. My neck was bonded to a cold metal table thing. I did all I could to look down. My shirt was off. Then I heard sound of metal clashing against metal. The discordant did not feel nice in my ears. Then the clashing turned into a sweet melody. It had a chorus and then a main stream of smooth skinning of metal. I lost my fear with mellifluent music of metal. But then suddenly it stopped as quickly as it came. The foot steps came closer. I then saw who made them. I noticed the little glimmer in his hand. He lowered the light. It was a little knife, but not just a knife, it was the sharpest thing known to man. The tool of surgery. It was the scalpel. He lightly brushed it against my forearm. It felt cool. Nothing happened at first but then a little river of blood went off my arm and on to the ground. I began to shake but I couldn’t from the leather straps the held me against my will. My natural instincts were to yell for help. I began feeling weird things inside my mouth and outside. The things began to settle more into my mind. I realized that my mouth was stitched together. It didn’t hurt but it felt like my mouth was full of metal. I saw the man with the scalpel crack his neck. He did it like he was preparing himself. I shook my head no, but he shook his head yes. He left my sight and came back with giant clippers. I feared of what he was going to do to me. But then he giggled in my misery. He walked back into the shadows. He came back with the little glimmer of light in his hand. He placed the scalpel ever so gently on my skin. He made an incision below my knee and cut down to the end of my foot. He did the same on both sides of my leg. He then cut down my calf. My blood did not spray out as he cut but it poured out like an over flowing sink. I puked but I couldn’t release it so it stayed in my mouth. I forced my throat to swallow. I did but then I got in a quick succession of throwing up. It was vile and I don’t remember what I ate last. My vomit tasted like rotten cow stomach. The force of expulsion of the puke made a little bit seep out the little hole that the stitches didn’t close fully. The man began peeling back my skin like peeling a banana’s skin. The blood was wreaking and covering the metal table. I passed out from the intense fear.

    I awoke up to complete silence. It was very disturbing. The man was gone. I wasn’t strapped to the table. But I felt as though some thing was missing. I forced my head to look at my legs; it slowly crept its way up. I looked and I screamed in the horror. My legs had no skin, no muscle, and no veins. There was nothing but plain white bone. My foot was bone too. I felt some thing on my chest it was a piece of paper. I read it and it said. Make it to the door and walk out and I’ll let you live. I sat up strait, my back made small cracking sounds. I knew I would get out of this alive. I felt my bones; they did not feel like they belonged to me. But I couldn’t stop touching them. I felt nothing. I moved my hands up to where the skin converged with the bone. It was smooth and shinny unlike before. When I lightly tapped it with the end of my forefinger, it felt like it was burned. I hopped off the table. I fell down as soon as my bone feet touched the ground. I forced myself up. I could barely do it. I used the table for balance support. I let go and took one step and fell again but this time my legs snapped backwards. There was no blood except the dry dust from my broken bones. I had no legs at all. I yelled in extreme agony. It was worst then that and then the door that I was heading to suddenly opened. Had my prayers been answered? Did someone hear my cries? The door opened more to reveal the man who took away my legs. I started to cry and say,” Please, no.” Then the next thing I saw was a fist hurdling at my face.

    My dreams were of nice things and not this horror. But my dreams slowly faded away like a hurricane after the disaster. I woke up wondering where I am. I stared at my hand in admiration. I felt as though I have never seen it before. I looked at my legs and I yelled. There was nothing but stubs. I trembled and looked away. The man came back and I treated him as my savor and not my killer. He revealed a butcher knife from his back. He brought it above his head. The blade pierced my stomach. It felt different then I imagined. The blade stumbled inside my organ. It ruptured and I felt a liquid spray inside me. My scream began hurting my throat. I stopped and then he stabbed me again. He stabbed me as though he hated me, but what did I ever do to him. He looked into my eyes and I looked into his. His eyes looked like an abyss. It looked like looking at the universe. I bean feeling my stomach. There was a lot of blood. The scariest part was feeling inside me. Then my hands tightened as I died and then I heard a soft voice say to me.” I’m sorry.”