Chapter Five

Author's Note: This is the fifth chapter of Escape. For the first four chapters, scroll down! This is not the last chapter, there will be more chapters coming soon!

Escape

White lights burned against my eyes that hadn't been open for at least a day. Everything around me was white; that's all I could tell about my surrounding though.

The room I was in was very small and since everything, everywhere except one place falls in the color category of poop brown or barf beige, I knew I was in the hospital. For normal people the hospital is probably the scariest place in the world, but in the land of Falafia, it's a place where everyone dreams of going.

Food is usually something that comes to us in small quantities and has about as much taste as chalk, but in the hospital we all eat like kings and queens. We can get food whenever we want and all we have to do is put our order in. We can get anything made for us even if it isn't on the menu. We can get desserts, and snacks, and drinks, and anything else our heart desires. The food here doesn't taste like chalk and is filled with the richest flavors anyone can imagine. You can simply order mac n cheese and you might think they messed up your order because it will taste so good.

Now off the topic of food there; everything else is magnificent. The floors are sparkling, on the top floor the roof is made of glass, there's a balcony connected to every room, you just have to ring a bell and immediately someone will be at your service to help. I mean come on, this place is amazing.

The thing was, I didn't actually know I was here. At first I was a little scared that they did something to my family or something happened to them, but then I realized that I was the one strapped down. Although I've never actually been to a hospital, I know that the visitors don't get their arms and legs knotted down to a table; a very uncomfortable table may I add.

All I remember is that there was a Falaguard and a Falacat involved. I just can't put my finger on how they were involved. Then, a chill was sent up my spine. It was like a had been pricked and the sensation went all the way up my little spine and then flowed through my neck. I hated it.

Anything that makes my spine feel weird kills me because all it does is remind me of my terrible childhood. At the age of six I was diagnosed with cancer. I never actually went to the hospital because generally unless we work, we aren't supposed to leave our house at all. So our yearly doctors checkups happened at our house. It was a cold October day and I was confident that I was healthier than I had ever been and it would be the quickest checkup ever to happen on the face of the earth. It wasn't.

The doctor went to put the stethoscope on my back to listen to me breathe and when he lifted up my shirt, he found a large bump. That bump ended up being a tumor. The tumor was growing on my spine and it held a very rare kind of cancer. Everyday for a long time a experienced doctor had to come to my house and take the biggest needle I had ever seen, and stick it up my back. You would think I would've gotten used to it, but it would just hurt more each time as they started using stronger medicine. After one year, seven months, and 16 days, I was finally cancer free! I was so happy that I could finally live my life again! Not that I could do much more living then what  I was already doing.

I was still happy though because every morning I didn't have to live with the thought that that could have been the last time I would ever wake up. Most people don't ever have to live with that terrible thought every morning and absolutely no one should have to.

After thinking about this for several minute I came back to reality. I don't have cancer anymore and I really shouldn't keep thinking about it. Why bother worrying myself when I am healthy as can be? There is no reason to except if I want to make myself sad. Which I really don't want to.

I sat there a little while longer and started to hear footsteps. Obviously they were nurse footsteps because their shoes have soft padding on the bottom which gives them a very distinct sound. A sound anyone on this planet could hear and know exactly what it is. A sound I have been dreading to hear.

Hemingway

"A Clean Well-Lighted Place"

Books and movies. They are pretty much opposites. Sometimes though, if you making a movie out of a book, it can turn out very similar. However, with the book and movie called "A Clean Well-Lighted Place," they really weren't that similar at all. Some of the most important parts of the book, in my opinion, were sadly left out of the movie.

In the very beginning of the movie, it starts off with an old man sitting in a booth with no windows around him. It probably sounds like no big deal that there was no windows around him, but in the book, it symbolizes something huge. There was a tree outside the window the man was sitting next to and the tree left shadows of the leaves on the old man. That symbolized darkness and almost like how he was trying to escape from it and he wasn't totally covered in darkness. It was probably the most important part of the book.

Now, not so much on the importance level, but on just what I was picturing level, the cafe. I pictured it being very small and kind of rustic looking. I pictured the tables to be little circular ones and the walls to be covered in old paintings. Instead, the tables were big and they pretty much looked like desks. The cafe was very modern and even had a TV on the wall. Not what I pictured at all.

So yes, books and movies can be very similar, or they can barely be recognized as the same thing. I think that they should have done a much better job portraying light and dark and they should have made it much more old looking a not so modern. It would have made the movie, much better.  

Hemingway

Light and Dark

Light and dark. It is one of the key components of the story A Clean Well-Lighted Place by Ernest Hemingway. There are light people and there are dark people. Light people are happy and good spirited. They see the glass half full and they always think of the most positive things in a situation. On the other hand, there's dark people who see the glass half empty and don't always hope for the best. Dark people think of all the bad things that could happen while light people just hope all goes well and if t doesn't, well that's too bad! An example is someone deciding if they want to go on a roller coaster; light people will just think that it will be fun and they will have a blast! Dark people might think of all the things that could go wrong, they could get stuck, they might drop something, they might fall out, the list goes on. Reality is though, people don't commonly just fall out of roller coasters!

Chapter Four

Author's  Note: This is the third chapter of Escape and if you want to start from the beginning  just scroll down to chapter one! Also this is not the final chapter of Escape so don't worry, this is not how it ends and there will be more chapters!

p.s. This is a very short chapter and the rest of them are much longer.

Escape

I refuse to die now though. Even though I haven't been fighting for that long, I refuse to die. If I give up now I might as well have never left in the first place. 

As the Falacat came closer I started to hear noises coming from the house; the noises were someone trying to leave. Then I realized that until I come up with an amazing idea, I only had two options. My options were either to run and get killed my the ferocious beast that they refer to as a cat, or to stand still and get caught by the Falaguard who will probably end up with me getting executed. There is a good part of all of this though; I get to choose how I die!