Voice Post
There is the creak of a door opening, then a dull click as it shuts again. The faint squeak of leather, and the sound of footsteps making their way across the floor. The complaining squeak of bedsprings as someone flops heavily down, exhaling loudly. Sam speaks, sounding tired and worn
Bloody hell...
Silence, and a few more creaks from the bed. Suddenly, the fuzz of static as a television set flickers on, going back and forth between channels. The programmes can vaguely be heard- Countdown, a news programme, a children's show. The bedsprings squeak again, more loudly, as if Sam had suddenly sat up. He sounds panicked when he speaks.
What? Who-?
The sounds of scrambling, and a dull thump, as though he's fallen off the bed. Banging sounds can be heard, slightly hollow.
No, I'm awake! Sod it, I- I CAN HEAR YOU! I'm awake!
More banging
Don't- no, listen to me mum! Listen to her! Don't change the meds, they've fucked things up, they're making me see things that aren't here! Why- no, stop!
An anguished wail from Sam, and muffled thumping, as of fists on a carpeted floor.
Negligable mental status? What're you- no! Come back! Don't- DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! You bastards, don't-
Silence. The faint, fuzzy sound of a newscaster talking about the appointment of Ferdinand Marcos as President of the Phillipines. The sound of something heavy hitting glass, and the click of a dial being turned off. After a moment, footsteps are heard again. The creak of a cupboard door opening, and the clink of glass against glass. The faint glug of liquid. The springs of the bed squeak again.
Bloody stupid computer.
Sam sounds bitter. There is the faint click of a button, and the sound shorts out.
Bloody hell...
Silence, and a few more creaks from the bed. Suddenly, the fuzz of static as a television set flickers on, going back and forth between channels. The programmes can vaguely be heard- Countdown, a news programme, a children's show. The bedsprings squeak again, more loudly, as if Sam had suddenly sat up. He sounds panicked when he speaks.
What? Who-?
The sounds of scrambling, and a dull thump, as though he's fallen off the bed. Banging sounds can be heard, slightly hollow.
No, I'm awake! Sod it, I- I CAN HEAR YOU! I'm awake!
More banging
Don't- no, listen to me mum! Listen to her! Don't change the meds, they've fucked things up, they're making me see things that aren't here! Why- no, stop!
An anguished wail from Sam, and muffled thumping, as of fists on a carpeted floor.
Negligable mental status? What're you- no! Come back! Don't- DON'T LEAVE ME HERE! You bastards, don't-
Silence. The faint, fuzzy sound of a newscaster talking about the appointment of Ferdinand Marcos as President of the Phillipines. The sound of something heavy hitting glass, and the click of a dial being turned off. After a moment, footsteps are heard again. The creak of a cupboard door opening, and the clink of glass against glass. The faint glug of liquid. The springs of the bed squeak again.
Bloody stupid computer.
Sam sounds bitter. There is the faint click of a button, and the sound shorts out.