[The Boy Who Was Lost]
My head was splitting like there was a big rock in the middle of it. Like there was a rock that grew in the middle of my head and it was crushing all of the stuff in my brain. All of the wrinkles were being smashed against the sides of my skull like when I'm eating lunch and I squeeze on my PB&J until the J starts oozing out. That was how my head was splitting. But I didn't think my brain was oozing out because if that happened then I wouldn't remember anything. But I do remember things. Like my eyes seemed to go cross eyed and even past cross eyed so that I was looking inside my head and I saw a lot of darkness and lots of silver spiderweb flashes. Which were probably sparks from the rock in my head hitting my skull. My eyes spun around and around and I saw sparks and then I saw a ceiling and then sparks and then a ceiling. And the ceiling had those ceiling tiles they have in school and in the hospital. Which is where I was. The ceiling tiles had small black cracks leaking around the white panels like someone had spilled ink and it had floated up to stain the ceiling. Then I saw white sparks against the black inside my head. And then I saw the black spiderwebs along the ceiling. And I realized that they were the opposites while my eyes switched from black sparks to white sparks and black canvass to white canvass.
That was just my head. My arms were going all over the place like I was a bug on its back and I couldn't flip over. And the ceiling tiles were a giant boot waiting to fall on top of me. Which wouldn't be too bad because then my head wouldn't be like rocks in the clothes dryer. The muscles in my arms were out of control and they kep flexing like when my dad and I stand in front of the big mirror in my parents room and show off to my mom. She always [italics] oohs [italics] and [italics] ahhs [italics] like she is impressed. Because she [italics] is [italics] impressed. And she tells me that I'm going to be real big and strong like my dad. But also smart and sensitive too. Because that's how my dad is too.
My arms curled in and out and I couldn't really see them. But I felt them burn with acid. Because at school the teacher told us there is acid in our bodies. And I shouted out [italics] cool [italics] in the middle of class. Because I thought that made us like aliens. And wouldn't it be cool to be an alien? But I didn't think it was cool when my arms were burning and going all over the place.
Sometimes they would hit the floor really hard and I could hear the thud of my bones on the cold hard tiles. Which sounded like when my plastic bulldozer falls from the counter. Because there is an earthquake or a cave in. And it clatters on the kitchen floor.
My head was splitting like there was a big rock in the middle of it. Like there was a rock that grew in the middle of my head and it was crushing all of the stuff in my brain. All of the wrinkles were being smashed against the sides of my skull like when I'm eating lunch and I squeeze on my PB&J until the J starts oozing out. That was how my head was splitting. But I didn't think my brain was oozing out because if that happened then I wouldn't remember anything. But I do remember things. Like my eyes seemed to go cross eyed and even past cross eyed so that I was looking inside my head and I saw a lot of darkness and lots of silver spiderweb flashes. Which were probably sparks from the rock in my head hitting my skull. My eyes spun around and around and I saw sparks and then I saw a ceiling and then sparks and then a ceiling. And the ceiling had those ceiling tiles they have in school and in the hospital. Which is where I was. The ceiling tiles had small black cracks leaking around the white panels like someone had spilled ink and it had floated up to stain the ceiling. Then I saw white sparks against the black inside my head. And then I saw the black spiderwebs along the ceiling. And I realized that they were the opposites while my eyes switched from black sparks to white sparks and black canvass to white canvass.
That was just my head. My arms were going all over the place like I was a bug on its back and I couldn't flip over. And the ceiling tiles were a giant boot waiting to fall on top of me. Which wouldn't be too bad because then my head wouldn't be like rocks in the clothes dryer. The muscles in my arms were out of control and they kep flexing like when my dad and I stand in front of the big mirror in my parents room and show off to my mom. She always [italics] oohs [italics] and [italics] ahhs [italics] like she is impressed. Because she [italics] is [italics] impressed. And she tells me that I'm going to be real big and strong like my dad. But also smart and sensitive too. Because that's how my dad is too.
My arms curled in and out and I couldn't really see them. But I felt them burn with acid. Because at school the teacher told us there is acid in our bodies. And I shouted out [italics] cool [italics] in the middle of class. Because I thought that made us like aliens. And wouldn't it be cool to be an alien? But I didn't think it was cool when my arms were burning and going all over the place.
Sometimes they would hit the floor really hard and I could hear the thud of my bones on the cold hard tiles. Which sounded like when my plastic bulldozer falls from the counter. Because there is an earthquake or a cave in. And it clatters on the kitchen floor.
