A current of electricity shocks me. A painful, painful, painful as all fuck shock. A short shock, yes, but a short and painful shock on my chest that felt like it could wake dead.
It lasted a while and then stopped. Then a brief pause, and then all I heard was, “Again!”, and another electric current surges through my body. I’m surprised I’m not dead after the first one.
Lucy Brown watches on. Sure, she’s not feeling the pain, so she can just sit back and enjoy the fucking show. What a cunt! And was she hoping I would die from electricity shocks? As she watched on, she has a look of hope in her eyes. Maybe she was watching, hoping that the shocks could actually wake the dead.
But why on me? I’m a living human being. Maybe that’s because the shocks are so intense, that you don’t actually do them on a dead corpse or they’ll explode; that you have to do it on a living human being (because you know they won’t explode) and every dead person within a 10,000 mile radius would come back to life, find the source - me -, open this safe or trunk or box or whatever the fuck it is and let us out... and then eat our brains afterward. Yeah, nice going, Lucy Brown. That plan would work wonders... the plan is to get out of here alive, you stupid fucking bitch! Zombies aren’t going to fucking spare us because we brought them back to life! Haven’t you seen Lucio Fulci’s Zombie Flesh Easters, for fuck sakes?!
After a couple more shocks, eventually, the shocks stopped. I started to smell like smoke. Lucy Brown just looked at me with great disappointment, and after a moment of silence replied with 5 useless words:
“You didn’t go with it.”
Well, thanks for that. I was kinda hoping for a more sincere “Are you alright?” because those shocks were just fucking painful! Forget child birth and period pain or even constipation; THAT - HURT.
“What do you mean I didn’t go with it?” I asked.
“I mean, you didn’t go with it. It was supposed to take you away. You could get out of here,” was her reply.
What the fuck is with this girl?
“Ok, what the hell is this?” I finally asked her. I know I should’ve asked her earlier, but now I’m just a little pissed off to care.
“What the hell-- what’s going on?” I reiterated. “You seem to know more about this predicament than I do. So what the hell’s going on here?”
Lucy Brown looks at me. “You don’t know?” She said in surprise.
“Of course, I don’t fucking know!” I finally cracked. “Do you see me here? With you?! STILL?! If I knew what the fuck was going on, then I wouldn’t be here right now! I think. I don’t know! That’s how much I don’t know about this predicament. If I knew something, don’t you think I wouldn’t be just sitting here?!”
“Ethan, just calm down,” she started to say. But this is my talking time, bitch.
“No, I will not fucking calm down! In fact, I will never calm down! I will keep shouting hysterically hoping that someone will hear us...!”
“That’s not going to work, Ethan...”
“Oh, yeah? You have a better idea, Little Miss Know-It-All?!”
“Ethan, you need to stop overreacting...”
“Oh, I need to stop overreacting? I don’t know if you’ve noticed here but I’ve been trapped God-forsaken, Allah-abandoned, Buddha-deserted, Odin-renounced shit hole; this little, itty, bitty, dark, cold place that I have no idea where or what the fuck it is, I’m sweating in here because it is so stuffy in here, I haven’t had a breath of fresh air or a glimpse of sunlight for at least an hour or however fucking long I’ve been in here,... I’ve lost all track of time, I’m trapped in here with someone’s not even half-cocked, and I’ve been fried alive like a fucking French fry! Oh, and by the way, that someone I mentioned earlier that’s not even half-cocked,... that’s you, you little condescending fucking bitch! Saying all this random shit that doesn’t mean anything to me! ‘Oh, you’re trapped in here and I’m not,’ and ‘Oh, shouting and screaming won’t get anyone’s attention,’ and recently, my personal favourite, ‘You didn’t go with it’ without so much as a fucking ‘How are you, Ethan? Are you OK?’! I don’t think you’ve realised that while you know something, I don’t know what it is that you know and I don’t. And you may think I’m just trying to play dumb and not know what you’re on about because I don’t care,... well, you’re wrong! I DON’T know what you’re on about, and your frequent remarks ARE NOT HELPING ME!”
Silence filled the... space. And Lucy Brown’s face was white with shock and surprise. A small feeling of wanting to apologise started to rise within it, but ... fuck it! I’m just too pissed to do so. I just don’t give a fuck anymore.
“You know what?” I finally said. I had given up. “Whatever.” And I laid down for a nap. I wasn’t tired, and I didn’t know what time it was. Heck, I didn’t even know how long I’d been in here for. It felt like an eternity. I had my watch on, but every time I wanted to look at the time, for some reason, it looked broken. As in, it genuinely looked smashed. The hands had stopped and the glass had smashed. Perfect! I’m going to have to get a new watch. It must have smashed when I was dropped or put in here or whatever. I dunno. Anyone’s guess is as good as mine. ... Except Lucy Brown’s... she had brought me enough trouble already. One more opinion out of her and I,... well, I... I would do something so awful that it cannot possibly be humanly thought of.
Like an angry child waiting for someone to speak and then scream, I lay there expecting Lucy Brown to say something, perhaps to apologise or try to explain herself.
But she didn’t.
It would be better for her if she didn’t. But strangely enough, I wanted her to say something. Not to kill her, although she would fucking deserve it like cunt. But there was something in her voice, that sweet, sweet voice.
Deep inside, I was sorry. But there’s no way I was gonna admit to her.
[to be continued]
