Raising my back off a hard rough fabric, I could have sworn I fell from six stories tall.
It all began when I was expelled from college. I majored in history, even though the United States wasn't more in-depth in ancient history like the internet, but they're pretty much a smart ass over 300 years of our nation.
Now for the reasons why I was expelled, aside from the 'GPA' I've acquired, I was in the wrong place at the wrong time.
My friends and I were celebrating our last year, near the end of the semester. What better way to celebrate, than to get into a party and booze the night away? One of us had an invitation, which is a godsend since it just means he can invite more of his peers to tag along since he's offering.
Of course, we weren't naive enough to give off a nerd alert, focusing on being as casual as any partygoer, blending in.
Before our arrival, I asked where the party was located. Usually, it would be familiar enough to describe by name only, but my friend only knows the street details, suggesting that it's somewhere we've never been to.
Needless to say, upon reaching our destination, I realized that we ended up at one of the frat houses with its Greek insignia written all over it, the hotspot of neo-prohibition and horny teenagers, ready to explode in a frenzy.
Normally, a reasonable person might view the stereotypes as simply exaggerating, since we've already passed the 20th century of hippies and rednecks. Boy was I wrong.
I tried to escape, but alas we were spotted by the very host of the party, since he recognized us. It wasn't in my numerous predictions that the guy who was invited in the first place was part of their gaming session.
Though he displays a friendly demeanor, his actions say otherwise, inviting all the hot chicks, breaking out the alcohol in full display, and perhaps some sketchy pills I peeked at the corner of my eye.
After some reassurances, we've dived right into the mood, dancing, drinking, and later driving.
It was too good to be true, as the party was the best I've ever experienced. Hell, I was just about to hook up with what I think was one of the nursing students until someone shouted:
"POLICE!".
"Oh shit! We gotta hide the stash now!"
"Fuck, I don't want my parents to find out!"
The entire building panicked, causing an outright hysteria as people shoved into one another, running out the closest door they could find. I, on the other hand, thought it would've been a good idea to sneak out the window, letting the horde deal with the police waiting outside.
Just as I was about to leap out the window, I could have sworn I saw someone screaming at me. Turning back towards the window, I only find that the ground seemed off.
Within a split second, falling off the cliff, I could only lament my demise. The only silver lining is that the sand cushions my fall, but sand is only tiny rocks. I was knocked out cold, listening to the breeze as darkness ensued.
Within the next moment, I found myself in a hospital. Filling with a sense of relief, I tried to get off the bed, but I couldn't move my legs.
I thought it must have been the anesthetic that must have numbed my senses, but I was told by the doctor that my lower spine was broken, leaving my legs paralyzed indefinitely.
To make matters worse, The reason why the cops arrived wasn't just a noise complaint, but the fact that there were underage girls that managed to sneak into the party, making the situation even worse! I even started wondering if I had drank too much to confuse someone's age.
I only later learned that in the school's hasty decision to save face, they shut down the frat houses under investigation and expelled all the students who were involved. Including me.
My parents, who later found out about the incident, began arguing about what to do with me. After all, I became a cripple, likely to acquire an embarrassing minor criminal record enough to be shunned by my peers.
I tried to recover from my misfortune. Taking each step one at a time. But even if I could move my legs, I doubt that I could hold a job for another second.
Accepting things as they were, If the world decided that my mistakes were my crimes, then what was the point in breathing the same air as them?
Thus, with resolve, I decided that I wouldn't be a burden to anyone.
It was difficult to drag the folded wheelchair up the stairs, as it was the only route to the roof access.
It must have been a sign if no one seemed to notice as I soon rolled the chair to the edge of the roof. Thinking back, I had a pretty good run.
And thus, I jumped off.
The next moment, I could have sworn I could feel the rough paved sidewalk squashing my brains out before my consciousness could register what happened.
Whatever was pocking my back I tried to get off what seemed to be a bed, but it felt strange.
I pushed my hand through the fabric, only to feel something as prickly as straws.
I opened my eyes as if I had first slept before my demise to torture. The dirty raggy sheet seems to cushion my fall but...
"Where am I?"
I looked around. I was inside a stony room, surrounded by dried leaves and perhaps a foul odor coming from an opened pot. The only light source that's provided is a small window that is miraculously brighter in the room.
The wooden table seems to hold what seems to be small leather books and a silver cross.
Processing this revelation, I tried to get off what seemed to be a bed, only to fall off a lot higher than I imagined. Looking back, my limbs seem smaller.
Reaching for something to drink, I tried to open one of the pots hiding in the corner, hoping for something different.
Before me was a boy's face, looking back at me. Within a split second, I realized I was looking at the reflection of myself. Despite another awful odor flooding into my nose, I examine this skinny little boy, who seems to be no less than 8 years old. I then looked at what I was wearing. It wasn't the same patient garments I used to wear. Then I started thinking about how would the hospital manage to revive me if my brain matter was squashed across the pavement. All I had on me was a small robe that was too big for me to wear.
I approached the wooden door and noticed that it only had an iron handle hanging below. Whatever this place is, I wasn't going to find out.
As I was about to open the door, I heard footsteps that seemed to be across the halls. Waiting for the stranger to pass by, I tiptoed back as silently as I could.
Alas, the door in front of me opened, revealing a huge man. Though his belly was as fat as that construction crew eating a panini, his facial features seemed to endear much, counting as many wrinkles as I. The most eye-catching of all was by far the baldest this man's head ever had.
"*********!" The man shouted, smiling.
In my perspective, I saw a giant ogre charging towards me as he reached his arms around my waist, lifting me up as I started screaming.
"AAAAUUUK, DON'T EAT ME!"
I tried squirming away as much as this wimpy body could muster, but it had no effect.
"****? ****************!" Another person entered, holding what seemed to be chipped tools and... is that a saw?
"*******? ************?!"