Midgets in Wheelchairs

Midgets in Wheelchairs

All other thoughts fled from my brain. I had one goal and one goal only; I had to get to my parents room – immediately. Why? I don’t know but I felt as though it would be the proper safety zone. From who? Stop asking me questions, stop yelling at me! The Carpet in the hallway felt like broccoli in between my toes. There were foolish patterns on the ceilings and the walls. My senses evaded me so I lit a match to see my path. All I saw were grinning hyenas skipping in time to the rhythm of the cackle in the bathroom. Well me, I was illuminated in fright. Quickly, quickly I ran until – stop. I couldn’t move. I was chirogenically frozen in time. I screamed, screamed as hard as I could, but to no avail. It was just faint enough for only me to hear. I was stuck at the bottom of the staircase just before the bathroom. I had been here before but when? Wait. I knew what it was or rather who it was. It was that unsightly witch that hangs out inside my bathroom from time to time and casts spells on passing human beings (Quite often me being the passing human being). She had cast some sort of immovable spell upon me. Her cackle was so repellent I could not bear the possibility of seeing her face. I was a CD stuck in a moment I couldn’t stop skipping. Finally, someone or some force skipped me to the next track as I was able to move again in perfect circular direction towards my brother’s room. But when I dashed in, my brother was no longer there. I don’t understand, he was there before.

The next logical room to enter was the play room next door, so in it I went. It was here that I was instantly shrunk into something maybe the size of a well fed hamster. Inside were my cousins Melanie and Beau as well as my older brother Corey. There was no time to talk so I tried to follow them where they were hiding underneath the couch. But it was too late as the oversized snake wrapped around me with his cool skin. We were hamsters placed in a box as precious food for the serpent. “You are cold,” I suggested to the snake. He grinned at me and said “I know, but I tell you this: There are three kinds of people, those who can count and those who can’t.” “But that is a paradox,” I refuted. The snake replied, “Yes, and so are you and me and anything you might believe,” as he took me on a journey through the glass door and out to the nearby forest then disappeared into a snake hole in the ground.

I looked down at my feet. The grass was hay and my mind hysterical. The hay sprouting out from the ground was tied into little witch formations, covering the vastness before me. The sky felt torn and the world obsolete. Darkness overwhelmed my bloodshot eyes. Sadness reigned supreme in a life of dull razors. I realized I adored nothing and nothing adored me. I was filled with inequities and soft memories, knowing I could never let go of my broken past. Suddenly my neighbor, Jake Jacobson emerged out of the woods. We exchanged greetings and walked around the formations, commenting on their structure. Just then I fell off a cliff that had never been there before. I was able to hold on to the edge of this new found cliff. I watched as my neighbor slowly walked away. He did not look back. I just held on tighter and the wind swayed louder and the blackness grew blacker. I sensed the presence of the witch. I hated her and I couldn’t bear encountering her again so I teleported back into my house in the cross section of the hallways. I tried running back up to my parent’s room again but again I froze – this time on my own accord.

There were three men wearing trench coats at the end of the hall right outside my bedroom, two of which seemed to be bodyguards for the midget in the wheelchair. They looked like mobsters from the fifties and called themselves the grey men. It was then and only then that I realized they had been after me all night. With blank stares, they did look at me. Sin dressed in trench coats and my self labeled in slow death. I bit my thumbs and they were squishy like jello. The midget in the wheelchair was carrying a briefcase and the other two were holding Tommy guns. The mobsters taunted mw with their mobster-like ways. The midget mobster in the middle sat in his stupid wheelchair grinning at me with his overwhelming body guards. “Judgment has come and you have been judged,” he snarled. But why? Something was off. Something was askew. “Yes your beginning to realize now,” he began. “This was your life but you stayed quiet, and slowly your world grew into something that would no longer be your own. This is all a dream you are dreaming but a dream it shall stay.” The suitcase opened up. I stood still waiting, my legs no longer equipped with their mobile capabilities. The revolver was now in the hands of the midget. Words sprung out like fire from his lips. But I could not hear them, only feel them. His eyes and barrel and bullet met my inner thoughts. BANG! Feet and wheels scurried around me as I watched them forever and a day.