Thread: Story Chain B

I just won the lottery. 50 million dollars! The first thing I did was...

...scream and shout and wake up in my bed....

..I woke up with a pain in my side, I must have fell asleep on the remote again. No, it was the bowl of cereal I was eating the night before.

"Oh jeeze, I spilt captain crunch all over my Winnie The Pooh sheets!" I'm tired of my life. Today I feel like dying. But how will I go.

There are so many ways to kill yourself but I think the real fun is knowing you only have a day left and no matter what you do, it won't matter because you will be dead in 24 hours.

Freedom is knowing when you are going to die, and accepting it. I reached for my car keys and decided I needed to make the most of my last day on this hell hole disease infested creation called life. No more dreaming big. I went to my fathers room who was out working his morning trash route, and I grabbed his revolver that he so cleverly hid from me.

Walking out the door, the first place I could think of going was...

Suddenly, all was darkness...when I came to, my family was at my side. The whiteness of the room startled me, then I realized that I was in a hospital bed!

"You're all right son, you just fainted...the excitement was too much for you. Hell, I would have fainted too if I had won 5 million dollars!"

So it wasn't a dream, It was true! As reality set in, I thought...only FIVE million, not FIFTY! Just my luck. Well, I think I'll stick around a while longer before I blow my brains out. No sense wasting all that money and besides, I can do a lot of damage with FIVE big ones...so many chicks...so little time!

Suddenly, life didn't seem so bleak...I could really be in control now. "Screw everybody," I said, as I sat up preparing to leave the hospital. "I don't need any of you...I'm rich and you can all go to hell!"

He would never forget the look on his father's face as he said "Not quite, son, you're a minor and I've been appointed to control your fortune until you reach the legal age...and until that time, you ungrateful pup, you will live by MY rules. I will make a man out of you yet!"

"Shut up!" I murmurred to myself as if my father was in the room. I was in enough pain already, and I didn't need his foolish noncense shooting through my head. Irony, I guess.

Pacing around outside of the hospital on the sidewalk, I couldn't think for the life of me what I could buy that would make me happy.

"Oh, I guess I should just kill myself anyway and throw the money in the ocean or something."

As this thought passed my mind, I suddenly got a brilliant idea...

...what if this was just another dream. I mean, what if I was still dreaming. "Only one way to find out," I said out loud.

Standing on the sidewalk outside the hospital, I started to think about the one thing the would truly make me happy.

I pushed the thoughts of money out of my head, after all, I may still be dreaming and what good is dreaming about money if you can't have it when you wake up.

I pushed the thoughts of pain aside.

I pushed away the thoughts of my assh*le father who was waiting for me upstairs in my supposed hospital room.

And then it occured to me. The one thing that would most make me happy would be to get away from it all. To be free. To some how take flight and leave my worries behind. And with this thought came the means by which this would happen - wings!

Between my shoulder blades, two nubs appeared. On these nubs grew white feathers. On these white feathers grew longer and larger white feathers. The feathers expanded outward in width and length until I had most miraculously grown two five foot wings of the shiniest white gossamer.

--Phillips

...as soon as the wings started to grow, I started singing R. Kelly's 'I believe I can fly'. That song all made sense now. Before then, I thought he was a complete weirdo with a really good voice but now...

My wings are gonna take, like, hours to dry after a shower. Is there shampoo for wings? Ping! That's a brilliant idea! I could create a shampoo for wings. I could even get Loreal to patent it. That's how I'm going to make the extra $45 million! I am an absolute genius! Richard Branson, eat your heart out. Literally.

What's that noise? What's that noise...

...a high pitched beep pierced my ears. I clamped my hands over my ears and started running.

The noise seemed to permeate through my hands like a burning knife through butter. My elbows slammed against a set of pale blue doors and momentarily a bright shaft of sunlight blinded me.

The noise vanished. I let my hands slide into my trouser pockets and surveyed my surroudings. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my right shoulder.

I spun around and everything vanished, once again replaced by only darkness. I hung there floating free. Nothing contained me, nothing restrited me! This was truely freedom!

But that feeling soon faded as I looked around and saw nothing. I tried to yell, screem, anything! But only scilence. I looked at my hand, it looked pale, almost transparant. I started to feel sleepy.......

A curtain of white was pulled around my surroundings. Everything started to fade. Everything turned into an expanse of white.

I stood there, slowing moving my feet, turning around surveying my new environment. Nothing. Only white. Slowly, I lifted my hands, till they were right infront of my face. I stood there staring into my palm, but...

it was blured. Slowly I was able to regain focus on it. I gave a sigh of relief and fell back on what was a surprisingly soft pillow. I rolled by head to my right cheek and was shocked to see a ,mane of think blond hair burried into a slender arm.

"Mom?" I managed to choke out. She looked up at me, her face red from crying.

"Thank God your all right, son! We really thought you were going too..." She couldn't finish her sentence and choked on her words as tears slowly slid down her face.

"What happened?" I asked her.

She looked shocked, then clueless. "You mean you don't remember?"

"No"

"Son...." See started compassinitly "You tried to kill yourself......"

I looked into her face as she sobbed violently.

"Mum, its alright now." I said, sitting up and embracing her. "I, I, must've had a nightmare or something...I don't remember trying to..."

I stopped, as mum released herself from my grasp and walked acroos the room to get the box of tissues.

"Mum, what did I do?" I asked after she blew her nose. "All I remember is...." again, I stopped. What did I remember?