From Deep Within
What caused Simon Conroy to blow up?
"Breathe in! Breathe out!"
"Breathe in! Breathe out!"
I am trapped in here. The walls are closing in. "Aaaaah!" I scream. Something from deep within my own body is forcing me out. My eyes are bulging. I literally see my own chin. People walk by staring at me, but not helping me. Their faces masked with utter terror as their eyes lock onto mine.
I fall to the street. My suit jacket sprays out around me. I am witnessing my own demise at my own peril.
"Look at me! Help me! Why won’t you help me?" I scream at the people, who pass me with their distorted, terrified faces retreating to the sidewalk edge hastily. How can they be so close, yet so far? I am laid out on the ground. My head just inches from the cold, stone concrete.
"Oh, no!" Now, I see what they see. My steely, blue eyes have bulged from their sockets so far that I can see my pink tongue protruding, listlessly from between my lips. Shards of skin are falling from my face. People are now running away from me. They are so horrified, they
won’t help me. I have become a monster to them. They cannot feel my pain. They are repulsed. Blood seeps through my pores as some unknown inner force rejects me from myself.
The pain is intense. My fingernails fall from their respected digits. The bones shedding the layers of skin. Veins are popping. Blood squirts as bones snap. How am I still able to breathe? My heart continues to beat. My brain functions. I am coherent, but my body is failing. How is this possible? This is unfathomable. My eyes, my god are still attached to my head, my body. They bounce off of the wall of the dark, gray stone office building in which I work. My broken body lies in a heap at the foot of the building. My head bent at a crooked angle where the building meets the sidewalk. My Adam’s Apple bursts through my neck. It smacks to the ground squirting liquids, I cannot even identify onto my skull. My face is gone.
My hearing remains intact as I hear the screams of people fleeing from the scene, from me. Cars crash. Horns blare. People dash from the building’s front doors just to my right. They are careful to not come into contact with me. Gradually, I am left alone to my fate as my friend, Hale Ebbers, shouts into the right ear of his girlfriend, "Cover your eyes. Don’t look! That is not Simon anymore."
"What is happening to him?" Asked Julie Deschker, Hale’s girlfriend.
"I have no fucking clue. We were coming back from lunch. I came inside the building, but Simon was no longer next to me. I looked outside. Simon started to come apart... literally," said Hale.
"Tell me when I can look, Hale."
"We have to get out of here. There is nothing anyone can do for him. I have never seen anything like this before," said Hale.
I wanted to shriek, ‘Hale and Julie, I’m still alive. Please, call 9-1-1.’, but my tongue is stuck between my teeth. I cannot speak. They ran around me at a wide girth. My eyes follow for a while, until I can no longer keep up with them. The muscle bands holding my eyes to my head, finally extend to their limit. They snap. First, to the left, then the right, just like two rubber bands snapping. I lose my sight immediately. The pain runs deep into my skull. Again, I try to scream, but the sense to try to make sound is lost. My left arm falls upon the ground. The bones turn to dust. A sense of dizziness envelopes remains of my head.
Breathing is becoming difficult as well. Nausea grows in my abdomen. Three quick, distinct pains explode in my abdomen as the force from within expels my organs. All sense of feeling escapes, my legs as they merge with the pavement. Deep, sharp pain in my chest run through my spine to the base of my head. A rush of air explodes through a gaping hole in my chest. My lungs have disintegrated. I know I only have a short time left. Soon, my heart and my brain will be shot from my body. They will join the bodily fluids and dust of what use to be my body. The pain is unbearable. A surge of power from within is forcing the rest of me out of myself. It is growing in unbearable frequency and lastly I hear... BANG...BOOM...BOOM!
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"Did you hear that, Hale?"
"How could you not hear that, Julie?"
"I wonder what caused that, Hale," pondered Julie?
"Julie, believe me, we may never know what happened to Simon Conroy."
"Do you think that was a case of Spontaneous Combustion?"
"I don’t think so. There were several explosions, Julie, but no fire."
"It is very scary. I guess one really doesn't know how they will leave this earth."
"Simon was normal at lunch time. He didn't complain of any illness or anything. Maybe there was some form of demonic possession. One moment he was fine, the next he was a public sidewalk stain."
"Breathe in! Breathe out!"
I am trapped in here. The walls are closing in. "Aaaaah!" I scream. Something from deep within my own body is forcing me out. My eyes are bulging. I literally see my own chin. People walk by staring at me, but not helping me. Their faces masked with utter terror as their eyes lock onto mine.
I fall to the street. My suit jacket sprays out around me. I am witnessing my own demise at my own peril.
"Look at me! Help me! Why won’t you help me?" I scream at the people, who pass me with their distorted, terrified faces retreating to the sidewalk edge hastily. How can they be so close, yet so far? I am laid out on the ground. My head just inches from the cold, stone concrete.
"Oh, no!" Now, I see what they see. My steely, blue eyes have bulged from their sockets so far that I can see my pink tongue protruding, listlessly from between my lips. Shards of skin are falling from my face. People are now running away from me. They are so horrified, they
won’t help me. I have become a monster to them. They cannot feel my pain. They are repulsed. Blood seeps through my pores as some unknown inner force rejects me from myself.
The pain is intense. My fingernails fall from their respected digits. The bones shedding the layers of skin. Veins are popping. Blood squirts as bones snap. How am I still able to breathe? My heart continues to beat. My brain functions. I am coherent, but my body is failing. How is this possible? This is unfathomable. My eyes, my god are still attached to my head, my body. They bounce off of the wall of the dark, gray stone office building in which I work. My broken body lies in a heap at the foot of the building. My head bent at a crooked angle where the building meets the sidewalk. My Adam’s Apple bursts through my neck. It smacks to the ground squirting liquids, I cannot even identify onto my skull. My face is gone.
My hearing remains intact as I hear the screams of people fleeing from the scene, from me. Cars crash. Horns blare. People dash from the building’s front doors just to my right. They are careful to not come into contact with me. Gradually, I am left alone to my fate as my friend, Hale Ebbers, shouts into the right ear of his girlfriend, "Cover your eyes. Don’t look! That is not Simon anymore."
"What is happening to him?" Asked Julie Deschker, Hale’s girlfriend.
"I have no fucking clue. We were coming back from lunch. I came inside the building, but Simon was no longer next to me. I looked outside. Simon started to come apart... literally," said Hale.
"Tell me when I can look, Hale."
"We have to get out of here. There is nothing anyone can do for him. I have never seen anything like this before," said Hale.
I wanted to shriek, ‘Hale and Julie, I’m still alive. Please, call 9-1-1.’, but my tongue is stuck between my teeth. I cannot speak. They ran around me at a wide girth. My eyes follow for a while, until I can no longer keep up with them. The muscle bands holding my eyes to my head, finally extend to their limit. They snap. First, to the left, then the right, just like two rubber bands snapping. I lose my sight immediately. The pain runs deep into my skull. Again, I try to scream, but the sense to try to make sound is lost. My left arm falls upon the ground. The bones turn to dust. A sense of dizziness envelopes remains of my head.
Breathing is becoming difficult as well. Nausea grows in my abdomen. Three quick, distinct pains explode in my abdomen as the force from within expels my organs. All sense of feeling escapes, my legs as they merge with the pavement. Deep, sharp pain in my chest run through my spine to the base of my head. A rush of air explodes through a gaping hole in my chest. My lungs have disintegrated. I know I only have a short time left. Soon, my heart and my brain will be shot from my body. They will join the bodily fluids and dust of what use to be my body. The pain is unbearable. A surge of power from within is forcing the rest of me out of myself. It is growing in unbearable frequency and lastly I hear... BANG...BOOM...BOOM!
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"Did you hear that, Hale?"
"How could you not hear that, Julie?"
"I wonder what caused that, Hale," pondered Julie?
"Julie, believe me, we may never know what happened to Simon Conroy."
"Do you think that was a case of Spontaneous Combustion?"
"I don’t think so. There were several explosions, Julie, but no fire."
"It is very scary. I guess one really doesn't know how they will leave this earth."
"Simon was normal at lunch time. He didn't complain of any illness or anything. Maybe there was some form of demonic possession. One moment he was fine, the next he was a public sidewalk stain."
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