Dieted thoughts

This is the piece I wrote in my English Language GCSE Mock, in answer to the question (roughly)
“Describe an unpleasant place, real or fictional”.

This was described as unconventional, and the teacher marking it consulted my English teacher to ask what sort of person I am - e.g an egg short of a Full English (haha).

Lub lub. Lub lub.

This is the sound I have heard for what feels like eternity. It is eternity.
Lub lub. Lub lub.
It’s the sound of my heart beating.
It’s one of the few sounds I hear, sometimes.
Lub lub. Lub lub.
Do you know why I say sometimes?
It’s because of the cycle, but, you knew that.
Lub lub. Lub lub.
It’s dark at the moment. It’ll change eventually. I see nothing. I hear nothing, apart from the sound of my own body. This soft floor, the soft walls that stretch out in this unpierceable darkness. I’ve tried bashing my head in, of course.
Lub lub. Lub lub.
It was strange the first time. I suppose it still is. No sound is made when you collide your head into a wall, no pain felt. I say a wall. It may well have been a floor, or the ceiling. Perception [ehehehe] is gone in total darkness, and total silence. It’s called an “anaechoic chamber”, but they’ve mixed it into a “sensory deprivation chamber”. Total silence, total darkness, all sound being lost in the folds of the soft wall. Sometimes.
Lub lub. Lub lub.
You remember who they are, don’t you?
They took us.
They drug us, feed us, clean us, wake us back up, without a sign, without a taste, without a smell.
Lub lub. *click*
That’s another sound. Not the report of a rifle, the flick of a switch, simply my fingernails touching each other, but the sound magnified throughout our body in this total silence. Do you remember what our voices sound like? Maybe they’ll change it over soon. Then I can remember.
Lub lub. *crack*.
A rope? You wish. No, it’s our bones.
Yes. Of course. We’ll sleep now.
Lub lub. Lub lub.
Lub lub. Lub lub.

Wake up. What? Yes. They’ve done it again.
LUB LUB. LUB LUB.
LUB LUB. LUB LUB.
Yes, this is the other side. I can see now. Everything is dazzling pure white, but I dare not move, dare not even breathe louder than I must. Simply the heartbeat is bad enough.
LUB LUB. LUB LUB.
LUB LUB. 
*cough*
*COUGH*
*COUGH*
Good job. Look what you’ve done. Now we’ll have to listen to this become more and more and more and more and more and more magnified and repeated until it becomes too loud and fades away. Because all that they have to do is flick that switch, not for an electric chair or a lethal injection, but to change the entire world. The floor is still soft, but white, whiter than your skin and eyes.
LUB LUB. *COUGH*
LUB LUB. *COUGH*
LUB. *COUGH*
Look! My heart skipped a beat. It hasn’t done that for about 6000 beats now. You knew that, anyway. You’re the one who has been counting. I think the cough is nearly about to go.
LUB LUB. 
Do you remember the first few days? No, of course not! It was just me, then. The rustling of hair, the sound of breathing, the emptiness of the air, the absence of smell. Before you joined. You’ve changed since then. I’ve changed too. I tried to run. But the darkness just stretched on and on and on and on and on a—

Lub lub. Lub lub.
There they go again. Just a flick of a switch for them from total light to total darkness. I need a way out.
Lub lub. Lub lub.
Yes, all right then. What do the Englishman, Irishman and Welshman have in common? Fair enough, that is quite funny.
Lub lub. Lub lub.
What do you mean, you’re going now? You can’t’ leave. No. NO. NO. Come back. You’re not allowed. COME BACK.
YOUCANTLEAVEMEALONEHERENOCOMEBACKPLEASEANDSTAYSTAYSTAYSTAY.
Lub lub.

bitchesgetshitdone:

I get so overwhelmed whenever I get an iTunes gift card

Like what music do I deem worthy enough to legally purchase?

MAYBE IT GOT STUCK IN THE SPAM

MAYBE GMAIL IS HAVING AN OUTAGE

WHYYY

WHYYYYYYYYY

I DEMAND AN INQUIRY LEAD BY THE DIRECTOR GENERAL

(I haven’t got any cabin pressure tickets. I am very sad.) 

rubyquill:

MJN crew was in London, and Martin got mugged and died in an alley, his corpse was brought to Bart’s as a John Doe, and Molly and Sherlock wound up using him as the body double in Reichenbach?

Can you imagine?