Author’s Note: This is an original work, based of something that happened to someone I know

Author’s Note: This is an original work, based of something that happened to someone I know.  It is written in stream of concousness.  It’s really short, and I wrote it a long time ago, so don’t expect too much.  Hope you enjoy it, if that’s possible.

Abnormal Existentialism

By Daisukefire

           

The bell rang.  I was tired.  My pillow was soft.  The bed was warm.  A red “2:09” burned my eyes.  Dreams fluttered away.  Lifting off my covers, I swam through the dark, pleasant viscosity that filled my room, to the door.  I managed to stumble down the shadowed stairs.  I happened to look up at the door to my sister’s room, where she slept peacefully.  I almost tripped, but caught myself.  The damned stairs were too steep.

            I unlocked the deadbolt on the door.  I still don’t know why they call it a “dead bolt.”  Grasping the cold knob of the door I turned it and pulled the door open.  There, on the opposite side of the screen door, stood a tall man in a blue uniform.  His face was pleasant to behold, but filled with stern sadness. 

            “Is your mom or dad home, son?” he asked.  Light glimmered off the golden star pinned on his blue uniform. 

            “Uhm, no sir, they’re both on business trips.  I’m hear taking care of the house and watching my younger sister,” I replied.  At the mention of my sister he bowed his head.  Then he proceeded to tell me that there had been some accident.  Drugs and alcohol had been involved or something.  Two people had been killed.  I was supposed to come with him to identify some body.  None of this made any sense to me; I didn’t understand how I had become involved in this.

            I tried to convince the man that I was too tired to come down and identify some body, and that maybe I could do it in the morning.  But he was insistent that I had to come right now.  Unhappily I got my coat and put on my shoes.  There was no need to wake my sister; I didn’t think that it would take very long. 

            I locked the door, shut it, and then got into the car with the man.  Neither of us said anything.  All was silent except for the people talking gibberish over the radio.  The man seemed to be listening intently, as if waiting for certain news.  I was too tired to really care about anything.  In fact, I almost fell asleep in the car. 

            As we neared the center of town the man turned and began to explain something to me.  I wasn’t really listening to him, though.  He said something about how I was about to see something really grotesque.  Something about how the two people that had died had been in the back of a truck and had both been decapitated when a roll bar came loose, or something.  I didn’t really care; at least I didn’t have see their bodies.  All I had to do was identify some body.  

            He parked the car across from the station and both of us got out and entered the building.  As we entered the building I saw a lot of people wearing the same uniform as the man.  They were moving people around in handcuffs, and a lot of them were on the phone.  One guy looked at me and yelled some string of nonsense words at me, and then began laughing.  Another lady, scantly dressed, smiled and said something to me.  The place was filled with weirdoes. 

            We continued through the building till we came to a dark corridor.  There we entered a room.  Inside we met a white bearded man in a white jacket.  He introduced himself as the forensic doctor or something.  He told me how this must be tough for me and that he was sorry that I had to be the one to identify the body.  That surprised me.  I thought that I was supposed to identify a person, not a corpse.  I told him that I would help in any way that I could.  I still couldn’t see why I had to do this though.  At first I thought that it might be one of my friends, but then I realized that things like that don’t happen to good people, so it couldn’t be anyone I know. 

            The doctor motioned me to follow him as he put on a pair of surgical gloves.  He told me that the other body had already been identified, and that this might be too intense of an experience for me.  I shrugged, I always watched those surgical shows on TV and I was used to seeing blood and gore.  This body would have to be pretty messed up for me not to be able to handle it. 

            We approached two metal carts.  The outline of two bodies could be seen underneath the white sheets that covered them.  The doctor walked to the front of one cart, and prepared to lift the sheet as I stood by the cart’s side. 

            “Do you think that you’re ready for this?” he asked.

            “Yah, I can handle it,” I quietly replied.  He lifted the cover and revealed a mangled, blood stained body.  The head was severed from the body and the face was turned away from me.  It was the body of a girl of about 15 years old.  She had long brown hair.  There was a large gash across the chest.  One of the arms had been partly severed.  Her clothes looked like the ones my sister wears.  The doctor gently turned the head so that I could see the face.  Terror was filled was written in the face and overflowed from the uncovered eyes.  My heart stopped.  Tears welled in my eyes.  This was impossible.  It must be a nightmare.  The girl seemed to cry to me.  It was not till this very moment when I realized that I knew this sickening corpse.  She had been my sister.