Subtlety is the Key
Yet another short story from my creative writing class. The focus of this was to tell an account of a personal memoir without explaining the specific event or time frame. This was probably one of the single most emotional things I've ever written. Enjoy.
I awoke alone in the darkness. I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep for, but I was certain that I was not as well rested as I could have been. To be completely honest, there probably wasn’t any amount of sleep that would have been able to prepare me for the events which were about to unfold.
The door to my room had opened slowly with shaken hands. The comfort which the floor had earlier acted as a soft support for me was now nothing more than an inconvenience.
“I’ll be ready in two minutes,” I replied-not entirely certain who I was speaking to or with. I did not obtain a reply, although I did not require one. I understood the situation, but I wasn’t prepared. I would never be prepared.
I had never expected to be in a situation such as this. I’m sure my mother, my father and my brother could not have seen this coming. Being raised in a fairly normal household, things always seemed to play out routinely in our lives. I know that not a single person would neither have wished this upon me, nor expected me to be in such a predicament.
Luckily I had been dressed. At least I was dressed well enough given the situation. I knew there was to be a long drive North, and although it surely wasn’t the farthest drive in terms of distance or time, I was still certain that the toll of this drive would be far greater than anything I had ever been a part of.
I awoke alone in the darkness. I wasn’t sure how long I had been asleep for, but I was certain that I was not as well rested as I could have been. To be completely honest, there probably wasn’t any amount of sleep that would have been able to prepare me for the events which were about to unfold.
The door to my room had opened slowly with shaken hands. The comfort which the floor had earlier acted as a soft support for me was now nothing more than an inconvenience.
“I’ll be ready in two minutes,” I replied-not entirely certain who I was speaking to or with. I did not obtain a reply, although I did not require one. I understood the situation, but I wasn’t prepared. I would never be prepared.
I had never expected to be in a situation such as this. I’m sure my mother, my father and my brother could not have seen this coming. Being raised in a fairly normal household, things always seemed to play out routinely in our lives. I know that not a single person would neither have wished this upon me, nor expected me to be in such a predicament.
Luckily I had been dressed. At least I was dressed well enough given the situation. I knew there was to be a long drive North, and although it surely wasn’t the farthest drive in terms of distance or time, I was still certain that the toll of this drive would be far greater than anything I had ever been a part of.