This time I will be posting another of the three genre pieces intended for last years coursework.
The piece itself is supposed to be of the sci-fi genre with similar restriction to the previous genre piece.
Below is the piece copy and pasted from word. Feel free to leave any feedback. Thank you ^_^
Light flooded the room. The taste of vomit filled my
mouth. My head continued to ache and my vision was still slightly blurry.
Depression was also kicking in. I closed my eyes. Guess I wasn’t so confident
in myself anymore.
“Hey, how’re you feelin?” Marie asks
as her fingers ran through my hair.
“Better,” I lied.
“You didn’t slip again did you?” she
asked.
“Course not,” I whined.
It didn’t feel like much anymore but
another day without slipping was still just another day without slipping.
“Good, I’m about to go get some food
in,” she said.
I attempted to nod feebly. Then I
heard the bedroom door close as she left and I wondered if she actually
believed me. There was really no way for her to know if I had or not. Was
there? I shrugged the thoughts off. It didn’t matter if she believed me. All I
had to do was anything but slip. I’d made my decision and I needed to stick to
it.
I searched under the pillow and
grasped the small object. It was still there but I hadn’t used it. I pulled it
out and sat up squinting at it. My face reflected in its smooth silver surface.
I looked worse today than I did yesterday. There was something comforting about
how the circular device fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. I gently pulled
open the face. There it was. The dial grinned at me. It begged me to turn it.
Twelve hours. Each one marked with a line. Each one beckoning me to use it. All
I had to do was twist the dial and I would slip back. I knew the initial pain
would be intense. My brain would feel as though it’s exploding. Enough uses and
the damage would be irreparable. On the bright side within twelve hours I could
do anything I wanted. In that time frame I was essentially my own God. My hand
trembled over the dial. It was the answer to everything.
I heard the front door close. The
noise made me drop the device. It fell neatly into the bedsheets. I stared at
it. Its dial stared back at me with infinite promise. I had told myself I
wasn’t addicted but it was this moment that caused me to realise I was addicted
with the first use.
After scolding myself mentally I
closed the face of the device. I looked quickly around and grabbed an old
shirt. There wasn’t going to be a relapse today, I told myself as I tore a
sleeve from the shirt. I grabbed the device and wrapped it in the sleeve then
stuffed it neatly into my pocket.
The bedroom door flew open. I turned
in shock to see a man in a black trench coat.
“Yo,” He said casually waving a shiny
red object in his right hand.
I knew immediately something was
wrong. As I stood to confront the intruder I realised the object wasn’t red. It
was like a knife with a gold handle and a peculiar wavy silver blade which was
covered in blood.
“So, I hear you have a piece of
illegal tech,” he said.
I opened my mouth to deny it but before
the words escaped his left fist sunk into my face. Shock rapidly spread
throughout my body.
“Just hand it over so we can get this
over with,”
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about,” I protest.
“You heretics are all the same. You go
using your technology to go messing up God’s plans,”
“What? Are you crazy?”
“Crazy? Me? No. You’re the crazy one,
messing with things that should only be touched by God,”
“So, what are you even gonna do?”
His lips curved into a crooked smile.
“I’m going to reclaim the power which
belongs to God and punish all those who were touched by this un-holy
technology,”
I reached into my pocket and grabbed
the device. As I pulled it out he kneed me in the gut. I fell and dropped the
device. It rolled. I watched helplessly as it left my reach. The man descended
upon me like a beast. Knife in the air clasped in both hands. Blade pointing
towards me. Descending. I tried to look away. I didn’t want to see the end as
it came so quickly. That’s when I saw Marie. She was lying in the hall. A
lonely island in a sea of crimson.
Something snapped. There it was. A new
found need to slip back. The adrenaline surged. I raised one hand defending
against my falling doom. The other I slammed into his ribs. It caught him off
guard. I rolled him off of me. My heart was pounding in my ears as I scrambled
to my knees. I edged towards the device. Pain seared the back of my left leg.
The blade had been buried deep into it. I screeched in pain as it was ripped
out. He dragged me back across the floor. My hands outstretched to the device.
I kicked with my right leg and scored a lucky blow. With a push I used the man
as a new found footing to launch myself forward. I grabbed the device. After
haphazardly turning the dial I pressed it against my temple. The familiar
burning sensation. A discomfort in my head caused me to close my eyes. The pain
emanating from within my brain. Every electrical impulse, every memory from now
etched itself forcibly into my past self. More scarring on my brain. Possibly
more years off my life. I had no choice. It felt like I’d been hit by a truck,
punched in the gut and dropped off a building all at once. The unusual feeling
that the world had sped up. Then someone slammed on the breaks and everything
came to a screeching halt.
I opened my eyes to find it was night
and Marie was asleep on the chair. I hadn’t realised she’d been watching over
me so intently. I had broken my promise. How could I tell her what had happened
or rather what would happen?