climb too high - part 3 (standard:drama, 3746 words) [3/4] show all parts
Author: snyrt	Added: Dec 27 2001	Views/Reads: 2435/1809	Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
the third part of a bit of auto-fiction about a sociopath who takes a wrong turn into drugs after seeking treatment.

Part Three 

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I arrive home.  It's quite different than when I left.  My room has been
cleaned out, the basement has been rearranged, the kitchen has been 
renovated.  It's a strange environment. 

I run to the computer.  I log on to the internet and see the screennames
of all the people that I used to know.  I message them.  Many of them 
have almost forgotten about me.  Some of them still remember and miss 
me.  I'm going to get to return to school now.  What an experience that 
will be.  I check my e-mail.  1129 new messages.  I'm not even going to 
try to sort those out tonight. 

I look in the back room.  Ah, my turntables, my music, my passion.  I
walk to them, turn on the amp, turn on the mixer, and begin to slip 
into a deep trance.  I haven't felt this way in a long long time.  I 
become the music, I adjust the beats, I keep it flowing.  I keep the 
progression building until the powerful climax and the serene crash.  I 
stay back there spinning for five hours. 

I go to the couch.  I sit down and watch TV.  Oh, how I've missed TV. 
I've missed the infomercials, the sitcoms, and the really bad sci-fi 
series. 

*	*	* 

I hop in my car.  It's 6:47 AM.  I start it up.  Oh, it feels so strange
to be driving again.  I haven't touched the car in so long.  It takes 
me a second to get used to the clutch again and pop it in gear without 
stalling, but I pull it off.  By the time I reach the end of the street 
I've got the hang of it again.  I look at the bus stop.  People are 
standing there.  I continue my drive to school. 

I pull into the driveway of the school.  Man this place is big.  There
are people all around.  Social overload.  I go to the parking lot, get 
out, and lock the door.  I don't quite know where to go.  I got my 
schedule already and I know where my classes are, but I'm not sure if 
I'm ready to go and see my friends.  Most of them don't know where I've 
been or why I'm back.  Into the arts building I go.  The coolest thing 
about this building is that one of the hallways is inclined.  We used 
to ride scooters down it before school.  I look over at the door where 
we used to hang out.  There are my friends.  Jesse, Emily, Andy, Billy, 
Jenna, Monica, the other Emily.  I say hi from the bottom of the hall.  
Most of them don't recognize me right away.  My old shaggy hair had 
been shaved off at the hospital. 

"HOLY CRAP!  HENRY?  WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?" Emily shouts.  She runs up
and gives me a huge hug.  Everyone else crowds around me like I'm some 
sort of novelty.  There are tons and tons and tons of questions.  I 
can't answer most of them.  There are voices coming from all sides.  
There are people everywhere.  Oh no, I'm lightheaded, the crowd begins 
to spin.  I see all the faces turning from happy to horrified as they 
see my eyes begin to roll and my body begin to collapse.  Bang.  The 
floor. 

*	*	* 

Crap, back in the hospital. 

"Hey, Henry," says Sheila.  She spoke in an odd tone.  She was concerned
but somewhat glad that I had returned. 

"Hey, what's up?" I reply. 

"Nothing much.  How are you doing?" 

"Well, apparently, not that well." 

A large machine is wheeled over to my bed and placed above me.  It looks
like some sort of an x-ray machine.  It has a large, sturdy base which 
slips under the bed.  It has an arm with a camera that goes over the 
bed and can be lowered onto me. 



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