Delirious from the injections they continually dosed her with, she lay in a hazy fog in a room not much bigger than the bed she was lying in. The room was completely bare; all potential threats removed. Night and day, all she could do was stare at a blank white ceiling and try to imagine herself somewhere else. Nurses came and went, checking on her every thirty minutes. Most were uncaring and oblivious of her plight, and yet there was one nurse in particular who seemed especially fond of her.
Tonight she was confronted with a new face. A surly woman with a tight grey bun marched into the plain room. The woman looked as if she could do a fair amount of damage when met with any kind of obstinance. Susanna didn’t dare take such a risk and instead lay there on the bed, willing herself to look as uninterested as possible. The woman went about her business with military precision and then finally made her way over to Susanna. Abruptly, the woman announced that she would be moving Susanna back to her original room and told her she would be strip searched and partially sedated during the process.
Without warning the needle was forcefully thrust into her arm, as if she were merely some sort of animal being injected out of obligation. The nurse then demanded she get up at once and proceeded to shed her of her clothing. During the grueling ordeal, the nurse stripped Susanna of her dignity as well. After being thoroughly violated, she was ordered to put on a threadbare robe and given a few seconds alone. The nurse then headed into the bathroom, to complete the remainder of her tasks. This brief moment was all Susanna needed, as she realized the door to her room had been left ajar. Now was her chance to finally escape the confines of this prison, which had held her captive for longer than she could even remember.
In a flash, she flew out of the room and headed for the emergency exit. The door flung open and the brisk icy cold air met her head-on. It was the middle of the night and the ground was blanketed with a new fallen snow. A full moon hovered eerily over the old brick asylum; causing Susanna to shiver more from the fear she was experiencing than from the wintry weather itself. Her senses told her she should run for her life and yet she stood there for a moment contemplating where she should go. The hospital was surrounded by a dense forest which was nestled in the valley of a widespread mountain range. Off in the far distance, Susanna spotted a large clearing atop an imposing hill. An old boarded up mansion could easily be seen; seated at the top of an icy snowcapped peak. Without hesitation, she decided to run for the large estate and hoped she would be able to find safe refuge there.
She ran as fast as she could, not even daring to look back. Yet as she continued her trek through the foreboding forest and eventually up the massive hill, an eerie sensation came over her. It was as if someone were right next to her and yet when she turned to look, nobody was there. She felt the strong presence of at least one person, maybe even two; yet none could be seen. The drugs were starting to take full effect and she began to feel dizzy and disoriented. Trying her best to shake off the feeling that she was being followed, she neared the grand house and realized for the first time just how enormous the place really was.
The mansion looked to be hundreds of years old and because of its current decrepit condition, the thought of going inside filled her with panic and dread. With no other choice, she continued up the icy slope, hoping to find a way inside. The house was built in such a way, that it teetered on the edge of a cliff with its backside almost level with the peak of the hill; thus Susanna was able to easily climb onto the snow-laden roof. She then proceeded to a small window, where she was able to peel away one of the boarded up shutters which led to the attic. She then slid herself down, into what appeared to be a child’s playroom.
The room was dimly lit and to her great surprise, a little blond boy was standing at a small table, playing with his train set. He wore blue knickers and suspenders to match and looked up inquisitively at Susanna. She motioned for him to keep quiet and his blue eyes smiled back at her. He seemed pleased by her presence and yet the next thing she knew, the little boy suddenly vanished into thin air. Startled by his sudden disappearance, Susanna began to look for a place to hide. During her thorough exploration of the large room, she was able to find a small wall panel hidden behind a chair.
Susanna immediately pried off the wooden panel to explore what was behind it. It appeared to be nothing but an old storage area. The vacant space appeared to be too small a place to hide in. She began pressing against the boxes which were blocking her way, and realized that what looked like a small confined area, was actually an opening to a much larger room. Thus, the boxes were easily pushed aside, and Susanna then crawled quickly into the dark dusty space.
After carefully setting the panel door back into place and pushing the boxes up against the opening, she crawled as far back into the room as she could. As her eyes began to adjust, she noticed a large pile of old ripped up sheets. She decided to cover herself up as best she could and hope for a positive outcome. Unfortunately, the sheets didn’t cover her up completely and before she even had a chance to find another place to hide, she heard several people enter the attic. There were many loud voices talking all at once and echoing footsteps made their way nearer to her hiding place. After Susanna’s eyes adjusted a little bit more, she noticed another room off to her right. Since it was far too late to go exploring the other room, she laid as still as she could and waited to see what her fate would be.
It wasn’t long before the wall panel was noticed and the searchers made their way into the dark musty room. Susanna watched silently as each person crept closer to her. Once the other room was noticed, most of the searchers headed there; realizing that it was probably a better place for somebody to hide. There was one person, however, who remained in the room with her. She could tell by the sheer size of the person’s silhouette that it had to be a man. Holding her breath for fear of being heard, she said a silent prayer, asking that her presence would go undetected. The man ventured back toward where Susanna lay; crawling on his hands and knees and feeling his way around in the pitch black room. She could see his shadowy figure getting closer and heard his breathing becoming strained.
All of a sudden, the man came across Susanna. She could feel the sensation of his hands, and it was as if he seemed to notice the softness of her body. Still partially hidden beneath the thin sheet, Susanna couldn’t seem to be still another moment and found herself foolishly adjusting her leg. She then knew without a doubt that she had been discovered. The man was now practically on top of her and so she did the only thing that she could think of; she covered his mouth with both of her hands and let out a hushed “Please…” Surprisingly he didn’t utter a single word and instead began to relax his body on top of hers. After looking at him closer, she realized who the man was. It was one of the nurses who had taken care of her at the hospital. He was the only nurse who had ever been kind to her.
Susanna lay there as still as she could; slowly removing her hands, she then stared straight into the man’s eyes. A look of understanding passed between them and somehow she knew that she could trust him. As they lay there in the dark, neither dared say a word. Susanna could hear the others leave one by one, their voices trailing off in the distance; some mentioning the window which she had forgotten to close. It was quite apparent now, that they knew she was here. She wondered what would happen to her if she was caught. She had heard awful tales of those who didn’t cooperate, being taken someplace and never seen or heard from again. And yet here she was, with at least a small speck of hope, literally laying right on top of her. She hoped that somehow, they both would escape.
Written by, Michelle Cook
Based on a dream…
Originally posted: May 25, 2016
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As a child, I never quite understand the purpose or point of imaginary friends. Maybe it was the fact that I disliked the real friends I had so much, that there was no possible way I would have ever wanted to make more of them in imaginary form. All of my children have had imaginary friends, so it sort of got me wondering why I never did. Have any of you ever had an imaginary friend?
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There’s no better compliment for a writer, than when somebody reads their work. I honestly don’t even mind if somebody doesn’t particularly like what I’ve written. Just the fact that they’ve read it and have taken the time to tell me they have; that’s the best feeling in the world. The words a writer writes, come straight from their heart. So the reader is literally holding a piece of that person’s heart while reading such a person’s words. It doesn’t get much more intimate than that. ~M
Originally posted: May 15, 2016
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I was having a conversation with my 15 yr. old daughter, about how everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses. We came to the conclusion, that we must accept the simple fact, that we can’t possibly do everything.
My daughter had to add this…
Brianna – “Hey mom, even Jesus can’t do everything…”
Me – “What do you mean sweetie?”
Brianna – Well, he can’t sin!”
Me – “Oh, good point!” Lol…
One of the reasons I finally decided to start a blog, was to be able to share what’s on my heart with others. I also wanted to be able to leave a little piece of me behind, so that there is some small memory of what was important to me after I’m gone. I am hopeful that the memories left behind here, will in some small way make a difference in your life. You never know how words can speak to people. Sometimes it’s the simplest things you might say, that can make all the difference in the world to someone.
Words are powerful and have the ability to cause war or bring about peace. I want the words I write to bring hope and never despair. I hope the words I share with you are words you need to hear. If you’re reading this, I want you to know that you matter, even if you think you don’t. I want you to remember that this life is temporary and a greater life is still ahead. Don’t lose your heart in the things of this world, for your reward will never be found here.
Keep your faith in trying times and remember that life doesn’t always make sense. Accept the fact that there are things in this life which you will never fully understand. Try to stay positive and know that there is a God who loves you and who wants you to know Him. He understands your daily struggles, for He has suffered through this life as well. In fact, He suffered more than the rest of us and has never asked any of us to suffer as much as He did.
We have to stop blaming God for the mistakes we’ve made, and realize that He isn’t the one causing our misery. It’s always easy to blame somebody else when life isn’t taking you down the road you hoped for. Don’t be misled, you can turn around and walk in the opposite direction at any point in your life. Seek Him first and you will always find the answers you are looking for. Just as Jesus loves me, I love you, my friend… I really do… ~M xoxo
Originally posted: August 9, 2015
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Me – “I feel so alive today!”
Hubby – “I thought I felt somebody bite my neck last night…”
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This is my favorite shrub in our yard. It only blooms for about two weeks, but it’s absolutely gorgeous when it does. ❤️
Originally posted: February 23, 2016
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Originally posted: March 12, 2016
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