Monday, January 21, 2013

The Monstrous Injury

When life gives you lemons make. . . Nope. Not lemonade. Orange juice! and leave the world wondering how the heck you did it. That is how I, Natalia Annabel Bagel go throughout life. I am unique and extremely different from everybody I know. I think outside of the box and have a mind and world all of my own. Some could call me weird. But I don’t care what other people think of me. I know the real me, and that’s all that matters.
I am not the most popular person on the block, but if somebody were to ask me who my best friend was, I guess Cream Jones would be the first person who would pop into my head. Now, before I continue, I’m sure you’re wondering how Cream came across her odd name. It is honestly not really that exciting of a tale, but I will tell you it anyway. Cream was named Cream because as a baby she was as pale as - well - cream. So after several suggestions including soap, marshmallow (yes, her family is famous for giving their children extremely odd names. Cream’s brother is named potato because the first word he said was potato.) her father finally came up with the golden name of Cream. Personally, I think Cream is a glamorous, cute name and it suits her. She is from Irish descent, and has this beautiful, pale complexion that I’m kind of jealous of. Cream and I have been best friends since as long as I can remember. She lives right on my street, and over the years we have grown closer and closer, to the extent that I guess I consider her my best friend, or at the very least a very close friend. Occasionally kids at school and in our neighborhood call her names like cream cheese just to be funny, but she hates it. Sometimes they even say unbelievably rude, mean things like: “Hey, there go bagel and cream cheese!” Whatever. I don’t respect them enough to even respond to their rude antics. They’re just a bunch of pesky mosquitoes, and if I concentrate hard enough, my psychic powers will fry them and they’ll go away and never bother Cream or me again. Not really, obviously, but I like to think that that will happen so I can comfort myself.
By the way, did I mention that my Uncle Craig (who is my father’s brother) owns a canoe renting shop? He sells and rents out old and new canoes to people. Of course any one of my family members is allowed to take a canoe whenever we want, free of charge.
The next day I was so bored. So I called up Cream and asked her if she wanted to go canoeing with me. My Uncle was at his canoe shop and nobody else was there, so he decided to come along with us on our canoeing expedition. We (well him, really, as us kids don’t drive. Not yet, at least) drove to the Barb River, which was located 30 minutes outside of Eastside Village, where we lived. We hoisted the canoe into the water. We had brought a picnic basket with us for lunch, which contained the average picnic lunch: sandwiches, soda, fresh fruit, chips, and cookies. We set off, with my Uncle rowing and Cream and I taking the rear of the canoe.
About an hour after we set off, Cream announced that she was starving, and my Uncle and I agreed, so we steered the canoe towards the bank of the river and settled down for our picnic lunch. I laid the checkered picnic blanket down on the dirt and straggly grass that made up the riverbank. We ate our sandwiches in silence, and once we had finished our lunch, we hoisted the boat back into the water and were on our way. We did not have a particular destination. We were planning on just going until we got tired.
As we rowed, my Uncle requested that we take his place at rowing. I could see how tired he was, and nudged Cream. We made our way to the front of the boat. But... Disaster struck.
While we were sitting down and settling ourselves into our new position, Cream’s leg happened to get tangled up in a stray rope that lay in a messy coil at the bottom of the canoe. While she struggled in vain to free herself, she accidentally toppled over and, amidst the turmoil, caused me to fall out of the canoe. My Uncle quickly took action. Cream was so devastated she began to cry uncontrollably. But my Uncle grabbed the rope that had tangled up Cream’s leg and threw it into the water. I flustered and floundered as I was spun about in the strong current of the Barb River. I saw through blurred eyes the rope my Uncle had thrown into the water and, with trembling, weak hands, thrust out my arm and tried with all my might to reach that rope. I felt it and grabbed it, and my Uncle slowly hauled me in. He reached out and picked me out of the water. Then everything went black.
I woke up and didn’t know where I was. My eyes searched my surroundings, and I found myself in some sort of a hard frame with some thick cloth over a solid, but bouncy mass. I reached my hand up searching for my head, and touched a large lump. I must have hit my head on a rock, I thought to myself. In the river, while I was floundering around in the current. I guess after I was rescued, I just passed out. I tried to sit up, but couldn’t. Then suddenly I felt the stinging pain in my spine. I writhed in agony and pain, and put a hand down to touch my spine. It felt... Deformed. Abnormal. I suddenly realized the horrible truth. My spine was broken. I would never be the same again. And it was all thanks to Cream. Cream Jones.
That fake fiend. I wish I never met her. I was so busy thinking about Cream that I didn’t even notice the woman in white who had appeared in the doorway to my room. She carried a small tray and made her way to my bed where she stooped down and looked at me. “Natalia, I brought you some soup and crackers. Please try to eat some.” She looked at me with concern, and asked me how my spine felt.
I replied, “it hurts so much. It’s broken, isn’t it? Where is my Uncle? Where are my parents?” Where is Cream, I thought to myself with disgust.
“Your Uncle made it home safely. Your parents are at home. We called them already and told them what happened.”
I struggled to focus my eyes on the woman who was serving me. “What happened after I passed out?” I asked her confusedly.
“Your Uncle brought you to the hospital emergency room, where we immediately put you up for examination. We quickly determined that your spine was broken, and we took care of you the whole night long. You were knocked clean out the whole time we operated.”
“Operated?!” I cried. Then I sheepishly looked down. Of course they operated, I said scornfully to myself. My spine is broken for crying out loud. I sighed a loud sigh, but it was interrupted with a sudden pain spasm located in my back. My mouth opened in an O of pain, and my glazed eyes were blurry. The woman who had brought me the soup called for the doctor, who came in at her bidding. He rushed in and then, spotting me on the bed curled up in pain, he went to the cupboard and brought out a pain killer pill. He gave it to me and the pain eventually subsided. By the table, I spotted a calendar, and with astounding saw that the date was Wednesday, the 18th of August.
I remembered that my Uncle, her (I couldn't force myself to say her name) and I had left on August 4th, and I realized how serious my spine problem was.

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4 months later

Those 4 months that I spent in the hospital recovering from my spine injury seemed like the longest months of my life. After spending my first several days in the hospital, I am able to say that it was one of the least fun places I have ever been to. My spine was still terribly deformed, and I was still too self-conscious to show it to anybody. When I first got out of the hospital, I had asked to talk to Cream, and I was so angry and terrified that I completely blew up at her. Swearing, spitting; the works. She tried to say sorry, and she was literally crying and banging her head, but I ignored her and left without another word.
Over the past week I have tried my best to avoid her, and have started hanging out with a new girl who just moved into the neighborhood. I found out that we have a lot of things in common, are about the same age (she is 2 months older than me) and even have had similar misfortunes happen to us involving our spines. (Although I didn't find out about this until we had been friends for around a year.)
My life is better I suppose. My experience with the canoe accident has prevented me from ever canoeing again, but it has changed my personality. I am still the same person, who can make orange juice out of lemons (not really, but that is my favorite saying, as it best describes my unique personality) but I am beginning to reach out in friendship to more people than before.
But as you can imagine my spine could not stay hidden forever. That horrific time would come, I knew. And it just so happened that that very next day, my nightmare came true when Lane (who was the new girl I had befriended last year) and I decided to go swimming at the community pool. When we were in the changing room, my towel slipped off of me while I was changing into my bathing suit. I didn’t care so much about my bare skin and bottom showing as I was with my spine. Lane and I might have been best friends, but she and I had never, ever showed each other our deformities. I quickly picked up my towel and put it over me. I rushed out of the room, out of the pool room, out of the building, and raced down the street, barefoot, and into my apartment.
I sobbed and sobbed. I didn’t eat anything for three days. I just drank and drank and drank. And I cried and cried and cried. I only got up to use the bathroom or get a tissue in order to blow my runny, red nose. My cheeks were tear-stained, my face was flushed, and I was devastated.
Then, finally, on the third day of my depression, Lane knocked at my bedroom door. She came in, even though I didn’t respond when she asked if she could come in, and she sat down on my bed.
The first words she said to me were: “It’s okay, Natalia.”
I looked up at my best friend, and I managed a weak smile, but I didn’t feel at all happy. “I know we’re best friends Lane, but I have never shown my spine to anybody other than my parents and the doctors of course. And I just feel like a freak, now.”
Lane looked concerned. “I’m sorry, Natalia. Don’t worry. I won’t make fun of you." Her face broke into a grin and then twisted into a grotesque sort of devilish smile. I must admit that it scared me a bit. That look in her eyes. That smirk on her face.
She continued, “anyways, no need for you to worry about being alone in the world. Because you aren’t the only monster around here.”
“Lane, what are you talking about?!” I exclaimed.
“Shhhhh,” Lane soothed me, speaking softly and sweetly. Her voice had a syrupy, drippy sound to it.
Lane slowly began to get closer and closer to me, her arms outstretched in an attempt to grasp me with her sharp claws, which had unsheathed before my very eyes. They were like talons; curved and unbelievably pointy. I noticed with disgust that a large quantity of dirt had gathered underneath each claw. Dirt, grime, who knows what else those horrible claws had collected over the years. I didn’t even want to think about that.
A string of saliva began to form at the corner of Lane's mouth. It slowly grew longer and longer, and finally it snapped.
“No Lane! Please don’t,” I cried alarmingly. She looked at me with her milky, glazed eye with the startlingly ice blue center - wait. Eye? I can’t believe I never noticed that she only had one eye. I guess I was so self-conscious of myself and my spine that I never really noticed Lane’s physical features. Not only that, even worse than having one eye, was that she still had the old socket from her missing eye. Her eye wasn’t in the middle of her head like a cyclops, and I could see that she used to have two eyes. But her left eye socket was bare.
Lane just looked at me solemnly, but did not say a word. The last thing I saw of my so-called best friend were her saliva-coated, bloody teeth sliding out of her lips.
And then everything went dark, for yet the second time in my life. But this time, I did not wake up... I never saw the light of the world again... And that part of my tale I did not live to tell, so my sudden death was unexplained, because after Lane murdered me she disappeared. To where, no one knows. I just feel bad for her next victim...

26 comments:

  1. -stares at natalia-

    briarlight?! O.O


    (read warriors if you don't know who briarlight is)

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  2. I know thic might be stupid but.. Is this a true story? If so I'm totally scared by Lane. Was Lane a monster or something?

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    1. 1. of course this isn't a true story! theres no such thing as monsters (well there are but not the kind you are thinking of)

      2. yes she was a monster...

      3. -thinks of natalia as cat- .....briarlight?

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    2. Rosey, Briarlight lost her back legs (which Natalia didn't) and didn't die (which Natalia did)... But then again I did hear something about her back that was all bad and that it was a perminant injury... -ponder ponder-
      And Mr Anonymous, the monsters that Lane was was a zombie I believe... Is that correct, Sheesh?
      So anyway Natalia isn't the human reincarnation of Briarlight!


      ~goldroseIII

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    3. I don't really know what Lane was supposed to be. I even made a comic (we had to, to go along with our story. Maybe I'll post it sometime). And I wasn't aiming to make Natalia be like Briarlight.

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    4. OMG! Your story about her was scarier then Double Dare to be Scared!!! You should send this and the Flaxuum story to the publisher!!! YOU COULD HIT BIG TIME!! :)!!

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    5. U should put this on the Creepypasta wiki

      Chaosclaw

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  3. Wow, awesome story! The end was really creepy though, lol! I feel so sorry for Cream though. I can't believe Natalia got so ticked at her!

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  4. Woah this Is so amazing :)
    Lexie1234

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  5. At first I thought the story was actually about Sheesh4! Lol that was hilarious at the end when I realized it was fake and supposed to be scary.

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    1. Omg me to until like the part about Lane and all
      Lexie1234

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    2. haha, the first time i read this was at about midnight on my not-very-bright nook. i was not scared, by the way this is AMAZING

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  6. Whoa that really scared me! Oh no I have to go to bed soon! Never read this before bedtime! o_o

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    1. Yea last night it was like inpossible to sleek cause I was so scard lol
      Lexie1234

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    2. Sleep*
      Lexie1234

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  7. You wrote this? You're awesome! You should totally be an author for novels. I would read everysingle one of your books!


    ~sparklee24~

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  8. Wow, you should be a proffesionel (however you spell that) author! This is great Sheesh!!!

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  9. Omg I like cant get over how good this is XD
    You should really write books :D
    Lexie1234

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  10. Anonymous your pic is weirdish ! Sheesh4 I heard your friends with Snowyclaw how bout a story bout that?

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    1. xD. I made a person with a paper bag over their head the default picture for all Anonymous people when they comment on my blog. And yeah I am friends with Snowyclaw but it's not that big a deal. Snowy is a great friend and she owns a great blog but I only write stories that I think people will enjoy and I don't have any epic stories about Snowyclaw. She's a regular human being just like you or I.

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  11. Must be a vampire because vampires have bloody teeth and how did she die? did the friend sink her claws into her and suck her blood or something?

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  12. Can I do an animation for this story?

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  13. briarlight :3 anyway Lane is totally SCARY. liked it.

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  14. so, late last year i was at a summer camp and I printed this story out (of course leaving you all the credit) it share with my friends. (I was totally freaked out when the camp went on a canoeing trip....) A few months ago, I thought of the story again, I Looked on almost every blog, (I have no clue how it missed this one, lol) And just this morning, I FINALLY found it! And THAT is how much I love this story!

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