Sitting there.
Just sitting there,
on the edge of your conscious mind.
Nagging you.
Simply nagging you,
eating you from the inside out.
The thoughts of what you've done,
the bloody deeds undone,
replaying forever in your mind.
...
..
.
trapped.
Story of Marsh: Chapter One by haloid2010, literature
Literature
Story of Marsh: Chapter One
Chapter One
The sound of screeching metal pierced my ears as the door slid open. I watched as the bright eyed nurse pushed an unconscious boy on an old fashioned wheelchair into the room. Another metallic squeal and the three of us were alone in the room. The only source of light was small Window Light above the bed.
"How's he gonna be?" The nurse sighed and rolled the boy to the bed situated on the wall opposite the door.
"Let's get him into bed and let him rest. Then I'll tell you." She started to lift the child into the bed. "Could you get his legs for me?"
I reached for his legs and swung them up onto the bed. His robe shifted and rev
Prologue
I never did figure out if the silence caused the tension or if the tension caused the silence. Only if I thought about it would I be able to hear the discordant static of monitors down the hall muffled by my office window.
My office sat at the "T" of two halls. Through my office window, I could see down the long hall where ten doors could be seen an as dark patches against the unlit wall. At the end of the hall stood a desk that, had this been a normal birthing facility, would have been the guest check in. Rather the desk served as a security station, currently deserted.
The brisk foot steps of a woman sounded somewhere from that