That was the first sound I heard. Then it was the beeping, a steady rhythm. Beep, beep it went. And there was a smell in the air. The sterile smell of anti-sceptic. Beep. I was confused. I tried to open my eyes. I felt my eyelids flutter open, but I couldn’t see.
Asymmetry is the first story intended to be made entirely available on Scratches and Scribbles over the coming weeks. This short story will encompass a total of three thousand words written in nine parts. It is not intended to be read in one sitting.
The protagonist is blind. Beyond that I won’t write a synopsis, it might spoil the effect.
That was the first sound I heard. Then it was the beeping, a steady rhythm. Beep, beep it went. And there was a smell in the air, the sterile smell of anti-sceptic brought about by a stale touch to my skin. Beep. It was called, I shivered. Beep. I was confused. I tried to open my eyes. I felt my eyelids flutter open, but I couldn’t see.
Why can’t I see? Beep. I can’t see. Beep. Legs? Arms? I can’t move. Beep, beep. They barely budged. I was restrained. Beep, beep.
A panic overtook me and my breath laboured. I was hyperventilating. I screamed. I couldn’t hear myself screaming. Except in my head.
Beep beep beep beep. The sound came faster now. It invaded my thoughts. Beep beep beep. It drowned the thought of my screaming.
“I’ll call the nurse,” someone said.
Nurse? What nurse? I couldn’t think.
Beep beep beep. It went.
A door slammed open and people rushed in. How many? I tried to keep track, but there were too many steps. I couldn’t tell.
A hand placed itself on my arm. “It’s going to be alright,” a voice said. My body was numb, but the touch brought a sense of awareness. That my muscles were limp, no matter how much I struggled.
There was a multitude of voices now, and they spoke urgently.
“The Anaesthetic. Get the anaesthetic.”
I struggled against them. Monsters of men, faceless assailants. I was bound I realised. Ropes? Cables? Beep beep beep beep.
There was a sound. Something crashed loudly to the floor. Beep beep beep beep. The sound gave me a headache, and I staggered where I lay.
But my opponents didn’t.
“Put him under,” another called.
How many were there?
Beep beep beep. There was a stab in my neck, and it burned cold and uncomfortable.
They held me down for a moment before they removed it and I felt numb. Beep. What did they do?
Beep. The voices quietened and the beeping with it.
Or was it perhaps myself? I felt myself slipping.
“Everything will be alright,” the voice said. I would remember that voice.
But it was indistinct, and it slipped away.
I was losing it.
Where was I…?