I have a short story due tomorrow. It is in past-tense and supposed to have two examples of figurative language, but I can't think of places to add them. I am open to feedback.Short Story
I was rushing through the crowd, hurrying to get home. I started to feel dizzy, stumbling. I tried to keep walking. Suddenly I hear screeching. . . very loud, closer and closer. Everything went silent, and then silence was replaced by a faint beeping sound.
Then, I wake up.
I realized it was another dream; a replay of my horrible fate.
As I slowly came back to reality, I realized what was happening. My name is Jenna, and my universe is the limited space between my face and the bandages that wrap around it. I hear what the surgeons are saying.
“We have to give her that surgery today!” the nurse stuttered. “If it doesn’t work, she will never be able to live a normal life.”
“We will have to put her in a place with her kind,” the doctor replies with disgust.
I shifted my body weight at this response. I don’t deserve this treatment. Why can’t I just be normal? Ever since I walked in front of that car, my life hasn’t been the same! At this point, I realized I’m not thinking anymore; I was shouting. The nurse hurried her pace, and gave me a shot. My vision gets blurry and I become unconscious.
I woke up to hear what seems like a large crowd of news reporters. I didn’t know what had happened, but then I hear the doctor.
“The surgery failed; there is nothing to see here. Go away.” he yelled at the top of his voice.
I wanted to cry. I don’t even know what I look like; can I be that bad? Now with the thought in my head, I was determined to figure it out. Once most of the people left, I plead, “Can I just see what I look like? Since the surgery failed, I don’t have many options. Before I get put in an asylum or something, I need to know what got me there in the first place.”
“Your case is not something that can be fixed by any means of known surgery. Your face is so deformed it would be a crime to let you out in public.” said the doctor. “I guess before anything happens, you have a right to know. Just understand, what you see is what you will be stuck with for your whole life.”
“Before we continue, I will need permission from the head surgeon before we take off the bandages.”
I nod at this, and I hear the Doctor’s footsteps getting fainter and fainter. I start wondering… if I see myself and I truly am horrible, what would happen if I escaped in the middle of the night? As it gets later, I start thinking more abstract and unreasonable thoughts. Why do I even need to stay here right now? I know I can’t take the bandages off, but it is only covering my head. I can still move around, and probably escape out of the window.
I step one foot on the ground. I start feeling with my hands for the window, and then look out. I was about to jump until I felt someone tap my shoulder.
“You do know that if you jump that would be Self Delete, right?” an unfamiliar voice said.
“I think I can just land….” I protested.
“Just come with us; we are just like you. There will be no reason to be shameful of yourself, for we are all the same.”
“NO!” I screamed, “I am not a freak! I am normal! I deserve to be treated normal, too!”
After this, I faint and fall down on the floor. The next morning I woke up, and the Doctor asked me if I want to take off the bandages now. I agreed, and then we walked steadily into another empty examination room.
They slowly take off my bandages, one by one. As soon as they got first layer was off, I could see their outline. It was still very blurry. As the bandages were taken off, the image got clearer and clearer. As soon as the bandages were off, I screamed. The doctors were aliens! I quickly got on my feet and ran down the hallway. I look in a mirror on the wall; I was normal! I quickly opened a door and slid out, just to find another human. I rejoiced, now knowing that I am not alone. I tried to run with him, but he wouldn’t follow me.
“Run! They are right behind me!” I shouted.
The human nodded, “It is ok, you don’t have to run anymore.”
“You know what those things are, right?”
“Yes, they aren’t like us. I told you we were just like you. We all were randomly transported here, just like you. They allowed us to form a human colony on this planet once more humans started appearing.”
“So they lied to me?”
“Their ‘surgeries’ have failed. In this world, ugliness is our definition of beautiful, and beautiful being ugliness. I guess you can say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder.”
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