|Dilemma (standard:drama, 1492 words)|
|Author: TDK||Added: Oct 14 2003||Views/Reads: 2733/1717||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The truth can find you out in many unexpected ways. This is my proposed submition for GCSE English. Please give my feed back... TDK|
Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Slowly existence became more of a reality. I felt hot and sweaty. Beep-beep! My tongue felt like a porous stone in my parched mouth. Beep-beep! I tried to perceive a time as I proceeded to fathom the unravel sequence to my bedclothes. Beep-beep! “Go away” I said in a frustrated release that served to free me from my cocoon. A rush of cold air seized my elation at being free. What time was it? I thought. Struggling to look past the intense light that punctured every available gap in the curtains. Looking away I noticed they seemed to radiate strange and wonderful colours that I had not been aware of until now. It must be late I thought noticing the silence that hung over me and surrounding everything. Who was that? I thought becoming aware of the strange stale taste that lingered in my mouth. As I sipped at my water I felt a sense of re-hydration fill and refresh my body. How was it that I seemed to ache so much? The sound of the phone cut through the air once more as my hightend senses urged me to answer. “Yeah?” I asked snatching the phone to my ear. It was my good wife Tammy. “You're at home then,” She said in a calm and concerned manor “Your voice sounds better, still not well?” “Feeling a bit better, should be Ok for Monday”, “What time is it?” I groaned “About four” She said, “Do you want me to pick up Sherrie?” Panic seized me “Shit, I've only just got up. Would you mind? I don't think I'll make it now!” “That's Ok, I'll pop into Mum's. Don't worry about doing anything for me and Sherrie, we'll have a sandwich round Mum's, I'll get back for around nine?” “Ok, will probably go back to bed, feel like I've been hit by a car” I said. “Ohh” Tammy expressed with concern. “I'll give you a nice massage when I get in” “Ok, I'll see you later then” I said putting down the phone. I strolled to the toilet and instantly caught my reflection in the mirror. What! I thought to myself as my senses heightened. Looking more closely I noticed several blemishes on my face. I reached for the light to assure my self these were sleep marks. Click! Revelation turned to horror. My face was covered in red patchy marks. Ok, I thought to my self hastening to get dressed; this defiantly needs a medical second opinion. Arriving In ‘Accident and Emergency' I tried to hide my appearance from other people as I approached the arrivals receptionist. She took my details with professional discern and said in a manor that seemed authorative and accepting “Take a seat, the doctor will see you shortly.” People seemed to accept me with all kinds of pre-concluded sentiments. Sitting down next to an old woman looking very wrapped in a coat, scarf and hat, allowing me more space than I needed, I felt obligated to offer some sort of explanation as to my appearance. “Feathers” I said casually; If only to reassure myself that things were not as bad as they looked, though quickly regretting the exchange for this seemed to trigger one of those unwanted, one-sided conversations about health. “My Stan had a rash for weeks,” she said, “we tried everything, had to keep a diary in the end, at first I thought it was our washing powder, have you seen the price off washing powder? Well you try and save a bit by buying a cheap one.” Cutting in I said, “Do you know where the coffee machine is?” as I got up and expressing soreness in my throat. “Sorry, I must get a drink”. Shuffling off, I sensed relief. Not too far away I sipped my coffee that served only to aggravate my throat all the more when I heard someone call my name. Click here to read the rest of this story (89 more lines)
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