Post by Nathan Webb on Oct 29, 2011 21:15:46 GMT -6
After being stabbed in the gut by Violence I slumped over feeling cold and wondering if I was dying or even worse left in the world where Violence took over leaving me just a spectator through my own eyes.
As I hit the ground the world immediately went to black.
In a seemingly almost instantaneous moment I found myself in another room, lying in a bed just as an alarm clock went off. Reaching over I shut the alarm off and grabbed my glasses. Upon further inspection I saw and immediately knew where I was – I was in my bedroom from my house in Northern Georgia.
Upon realizing where I was I looked over at my side table to find the same picture of me and my parents at my high school graduation; the last photo we all took together. Looking around the room I saw no evidence of anyone else living in my bedroom. So sitting on the edge of my bed I was left with the conclusion that I was in the home alone this time as opposed to the “dream” that my other main personification Nate Nate presented to me after the last time I was knocked out (Jumping off the tron onto a prone Phreak), where I was given an alternate reality where I didn’t become a wrestler that contained oddly me having my own kid, Amy Marshall as my wife (Nate Nate’s idea of a joke) and the mention of furry handcuffs.
Getting up and walking downstairs to the living room/kitchen I realized how alone I was. While the house had the same furniture I had left it with, a darkness and gloominess filled it showing that I was truly alone here…or was I.
Was my mind playing tricks on me?
Was I awake or still in an unconscious dream?
If I was still dreaming than why was my mind putting me here?
I guess I was playing the waiting game so I decided to do what I normally did when do such. I stepped out on my back patio, overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains, and lit a cigarette.
I stood there smoking propping myself on the porch railing steadily taking drags from my cigarette. The air was cold but invigorating enough that I didn’t mind it standing there in a short sleeve t-shirt. I stood there almost childishly enjoying the steam that my warm breath was making with the cold air, extending the time span of my exhales.
After a period of time I had finished my cigarette and was working on my second one. I was waiting for whom I had thought set this particular sequence up even though I was still question the idea that this might yet be reality. As I was about half-way through my second cigarette I saw a familiar face coming up onto the porch. It was Nate Nate and like Violence he was the personification of me and therefore looked like me. Unlike Violence who was the personification of…well…my violent side, with anger and hate, Nate Nate was on the opposite end of that spectrum. Nate Nate was the fun quirky side that I never showed as well. Today he was wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans, a hoddie and pair of clear prescription glasses.
Seeing what I was doing he took the opportunity and set up right next to me lighting a cigarette of his own.
“Took you long enough.” I said getting the first word in. “So I guess this means that I am still out of it, right?”
Nate Nate nodded. “Yes you are and believe me you are a train wreck.”
“How long have I been out?” I asked.
“A few days,” he said, “either way though you won’t like what is going on out there.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll find out when you wake up,” Nate Nate said indicating the news was far from good, “but there is something we need to talk about. Something that you really need to take a hard look at before you on. Before you wake up.”
I knew I would be running into a dead end by asking him what was going on in the real world so I motioned him to proceed with what he had to say.
Nate Nate took a drag from his cigarette before he began. “Remember the last time you were knocked the **** out and I brought you here? Do you remember the purpose of that?”
“Of course,” I replied, “you were trying to show me what my life could’ve been like if I had not entered professional wrestling.”
Nate Nate nodded. “So instead of beating that dead horse I instead am going to show you were you are pushing yourself in that direction. Man you are heading nowhere and fast.”
I shook my head. I could see that he was showing me that my future was indeed bleak but I couldn’t allow him to force to stop what I had invested so much time and energy into. “I have to move on? I haven’t quit before. I can’t quit now. Why should I quit? What should I do if you are so smart?”
“I can’t tell you that and you know it. It’s not my responsibility but let me pose this question. Why are you allowing yourself to be alone? The reason I am showing you this is that this is you right now. You have no one. No one that can depend on you and no one that you are willing to let your guard down for?”
“Okay I have no real friends now. What is your point?” I retorted defensively.
Nate Nate’s tone turned to the angriest I had ever seen him. “The point is you have no ****ing friends. You got nothing. You got no one and frankly wrestling is not helping you out.”
“That’s not wrestling’s fault, that is mine.”
“Regardless, you are literally left with nothing and frankly what you thought was the bottom is going to be a lot lower. I want to see you succeed. Hell even Violence wants to see you succeed. But something has got to give and you need to change or else well you’ll see.”
“What do you mean? What the **** is going on here.” I asked trying to get something from Nate Nate knowing my time was getting shorter.
With that Nate Nate pulled out a gun from the back of his pants and aimed it straight at my forehead.
“Time to wake up…”
And with that he pulled the trigger.
I lurched immediately forward sitting straight up gasping for breath. My heart rate was going through the roof as I tried to get both my bearing and breathing under control. In front of me I saw a woman open the swinging door.
“Doctor Riley, Doctor Riley, he is awake, he is awake.”
Whoever she definitely did not look like a part of the staff. She wore a black and pink plaid skirt, a black t-shirt and a lot of goth like jewelry.
As I tried to get my wits with me the scene unfolded in what felt like slow motion using this woman as a sort of focal point to get my mind right.
Suddenly another woman entered the room wearing a pant suit and a white jacket and seeing the name on her badge I knew that was the Doctor the other woman called for.
Doctor Riley immediately came to my side and grabbed my wrist checking my pulse.
“Mister Webb, Mister Webb, please stay calm.” She said in loudly but with a soft tone in her voice hoping to calm me down. “My name is Doctor Natasha Riley and you are in good hands.”
My breaths had become more deliberate but I knew my heart rate was still through the roof. “Where am I?” Ensuring I had some sort of voice asking the obvious question.
Doctor Riley paused as she tried to take my pulse. Dissatisfied with how much time it was taking her to answer the question I had to speak up.
“Excuse me…uh..Doctor Riley…where am I?” I asked in a louder more pronounced voice.
Doctor Riley knowing she was about to give some bad news took a deep breath. “Mr. Webb, there were some issues in regards you arrived at those injuries. And with your past history of mental illness, you were recommended to be interned here by a colleague of mine, with the blessing of your company.”
“So I am at I mental institute?!?! I am in a ****ing looney bin?!?! This can’t be real. This can’t be ****ing real!!!!”
My mind was in a blur. If this was reality I couldn’t comprehend it. I had to get out of there so ripping off the patches and taking the I.V. I tried to get up.
“Mr. Webb please stop. You are going to hurt yourself.” Doctor Riley came over to me trying to block my path as two orderlies came to her assistant.
Despite these warnings I tried to get out of the bed and leave my certain set of circumstances. I moved my legs off the bed and tried to get out of it. Immediately my legs turned to jello and I collapsed on the floor. Immediately hitting the floor I felt an intense pain in my back and ribs and then my head.
“What happened to me?” I asked myself. I didn’t remember anything that lead to me being knocked out. More importantly I was stuck where I was for a good long time. While I saw the movement around me, there was so sound or anything else.
I was truly in a hopeless situation and there was nothing, and I mean nothing that I could do about it.
To Be Continued….
As I hit the ground the world immediately went to black.
In a seemingly almost instantaneous moment I found myself in another room, lying in a bed just as an alarm clock went off. Reaching over I shut the alarm off and grabbed my glasses. Upon further inspection I saw and immediately knew where I was – I was in my bedroom from my house in Northern Georgia.
Upon realizing where I was I looked over at my side table to find the same picture of me and my parents at my high school graduation; the last photo we all took together. Looking around the room I saw no evidence of anyone else living in my bedroom. So sitting on the edge of my bed I was left with the conclusion that I was in the home alone this time as opposed to the “dream” that my other main personification Nate Nate presented to me after the last time I was knocked out (Jumping off the tron onto a prone Phreak), where I was given an alternate reality where I didn’t become a wrestler that contained oddly me having my own kid, Amy Marshall as my wife (Nate Nate’s idea of a joke) and the mention of furry handcuffs.
Getting up and walking downstairs to the living room/kitchen I realized how alone I was. While the house had the same furniture I had left it with, a darkness and gloominess filled it showing that I was truly alone here…or was I.
Was my mind playing tricks on me?
Was I awake or still in an unconscious dream?
If I was still dreaming than why was my mind putting me here?
I guess I was playing the waiting game so I decided to do what I normally did when do such. I stepped out on my back patio, overlooking the Blue Ridge Mountains, and lit a cigarette.
I stood there smoking propping myself on the porch railing steadily taking drags from my cigarette. The air was cold but invigorating enough that I didn’t mind it standing there in a short sleeve t-shirt. I stood there almost childishly enjoying the steam that my warm breath was making with the cold air, extending the time span of my exhales.
After a period of time I had finished my cigarette and was working on my second one. I was waiting for whom I had thought set this particular sequence up even though I was still question the idea that this might yet be reality. As I was about half-way through my second cigarette I saw a familiar face coming up onto the porch. It was Nate Nate and like Violence he was the personification of me and therefore looked like me. Unlike Violence who was the personification of…well…my violent side, with anger and hate, Nate Nate was on the opposite end of that spectrum. Nate Nate was the fun quirky side that I never showed as well. Today he was wearing a pair of baggy blue jeans, a hoddie and pair of clear prescription glasses.
Seeing what I was doing he took the opportunity and set up right next to me lighting a cigarette of his own.
“Took you long enough.” I said getting the first word in. “So I guess this means that I am still out of it, right?”
Nate Nate nodded. “Yes you are and believe me you are a train wreck.”
“How long have I been out?” I asked.
“A few days,” he said, “either way though you won’t like what is going on out there.”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ll find out when you wake up,” Nate Nate said indicating the news was far from good, “but there is something we need to talk about. Something that you really need to take a hard look at before you on. Before you wake up.”
I knew I would be running into a dead end by asking him what was going on in the real world so I motioned him to proceed with what he had to say.
Nate Nate took a drag from his cigarette before he began. “Remember the last time you were knocked the **** out and I brought you here? Do you remember the purpose of that?”
“Of course,” I replied, “you were trying to show me what my life could’ve been like if I had not entered professional wrestling.”
Nate Nate nodded. “So instead of beating that dead horse I instead am going to show you were you are pushing yourself in that direction. Man you are heading nowhere and fast.”
I shook my head. I could see that he was showing me that my future was indeed bleak but I couldn’t allow him to force to stop what I had invested so much time and energy into. “I have to move on? I haven’t quit before. I can’t quit now. Why should I quit? What should I do if you are so smart?”
“I can’t tell you that and you know it. It’s not my responsibility but let me pose this question. Why are you allowing yourself to be alone? The reason I am showing you this is that this is you right now. You have no one. No one that can depend on you and no one that you are willing to let your guard down for?”
“Okay I have no real friends now. What is your point?” I retorted defensively.
Nate Nate’s tone turned to the angriest I had ever seen him. “The point is you have no ****ing friends. You got nothing. You got no one and frankly wrestling is not helping you out.”
“That’s not wrestling’s fault, that is mine.”
“Regardless, you are literally left with nothing and frankly what you thought was the bottom is going to be a lot lower. I want to see you succeed. Hell even Violence wants to see you succeed. But something has got to give and you need to change or else well you’ll see.”
“What do you mean? What the **** is going on here.” I asked trying to get something from Nate Nate knowing my time was getting shorter.
With that Nate Nate pulled out a gun from the back of his pants and aimed it straight at my forehead.
“Time to wake up…”
And with that he pulled the trigger.
I lurched immediately forward sitting straight up gasping for breath. My heart rate was going through the roof as I tried to get both my bearing and breathing under control. In front of me I saw a woman open the swinging door.
“Doctor Riley, Doctor Riley, he is awake, he is awake.”
Whoever she definitely did not look like a part of the staff. She wore a black and pink plaid skirt, a black t-shirt and a lot of goth like jewelry.
As I tried to get my wits with me the scene unfolded in what felt like slow motion using this woman as a sort of focal point to get my mind right.
Suddenly another woman entered the room wearing a pant suit and a white jacket and seeing the name on her badge I knew that was the Doctor the other woman called for.
Doctor Riley immediately came to my side and grabbed my wrist checking my pulse.
“Mister Webb, Mister Webb, please stay calm.” She said in loudly but with a soft tone in her voice hoping to calm me down. “My name is Doctor Natasha Riley and you are in good hands.”
My breaths had become more deliberate but I knew my heart rate was still through the roof. “Where am I?” Ensuring I had some sort of voice asking the obvious question.
Doctor Riley paused as she tried to take my pulse. Dissatisfied with how much time it was taking her to answer the question I had to speak up.
“Excuse me…uh..Doctor Riley…where am I?” I asked in a louder more pronounced voice.
Doctor Riley knowing she was about to give some bad news took a deep breath. “Mr. Webb, there were some issues in regards you arrived at those injuries. And with your past history of mental illness, you were recommended to be interned here by a colleague of mine, with the blessing of your company.”
“So I am at I mental institute?!?! I am in a ****ing looney bin?!?! This can’t be real. This can’t be ****ing real!!!!”
My mind was in a blur. If this was reality I couldn’t comprehend it. I had to get out of there so ripping off the patches and taking the I.V. I tried to get up.
“Mr. Webb please stop. You are going to hurt yourself.” Doctor Riley came over to me trying to block my path as two orderlies came to her assistant.
Despite these warnings I tried to get out of the bed and leave my certain set of circumstances. I moved my legs off the bed and tried to get out of it. Immediately my legs turned to jello and I collapsed on the floor. Immediately hitting the floor I felt an intense pain in my back and ribs and then my head.
“What happened to me?” I asked myself. I didn’t remember anything that lead to me being knocked out. More importantly I was stuck where I was for a good long time. While I saw the movement around me, there was so sound or anything else.
I was truly in a hopeless situation and there was nothing, and I mean nothing that I could do about it.
To Be Continued….