Monday, January 28, 2013

Nancy's Story

They came into the house where I was staying – squatting – with my friends. And I was so far gone – it just wasn’t real. It was like I was in a dream, it was just a bad trip – I was seeing my friends, being ripped apart and eaten in front of me, but I didn’t even flinch. I didn’t even close my eyes. I was so far away. They killed everyone who was moving – and then they just... moved on. They didn’t want me. They thought I was already dead.

I hadn’t eaten in a week. My skin was gray, and my hair was falling out. I looked dead. I probably smelled dead. They thought I was dead. They weren’t exactly wrong.

Some time later – a day? A week? – I came around, and I saw all the blood and guts and bits of brains all around the room and I screamed – I screamed like I was the one who had been ripped apart. And then some commando guy burst in and threw me over his shoulder – and I thought he was one of them, but he was alive. I woke up at the base, and they told me how they had saved me. They saved me…

And for the first month I was there – detoxing and… showing them how grateful I was for saving me… I wished that I had died.