As If I Were…
I was lying on the concrete. The ground was hard but not cold. In fact, it was burning hot. I opened my eyes but had to shut them immediately. The sun was blinding. I was blinking trying to get my eyes to adjust to the light. I tried to carefully move my limbs. Every single muscle in my body was aching. I managed to get up on all fours. The pavement made my hands feel as though they were on fire. As soon as I managed to lift my gaze someone jammed a knife through my brain. At least that is what it felt like. The pain was like a slash of a whip.
That was three days ago. I had woken up without any of my belongings. I had no idea where my keys were, where my phone was and worst of all, where I was. The only thing I did know, was who I was, and I had barely even remembered that. I had been out with my friends. We were partying and decided to take a car ride. The windows were down, we were blasting our favourite music and I was thrilled by the speed and the sensation of the wind throwing my hair around. I have no recollection of what happened after that.
I have been walking this road I woke up on for a few days now. My legs are sore, and my mouth is dry as the Sahara-desert. I have yet to see a single car, a house or frankly, any sign of life at all. I have scavenged for food and managed to find some berries. I had no insight into weather or not they were poisonous, but I was beyond caring. The hunger was overpowering. I would really love to find a spring.
Finally! My prayers have been answered. After kilometres upon kilometres of walking it was just there. A beautiful house that appeared to be lodged in between to cliffs. It was on the shore of a lake. The water was glistening in the sunlight. It looked so clear and was just calling my name. With what little strength I had left I ran into the lake. I drank what felt like litres. The cool water washed away the dirt and sweat.
After bathing in the lake, I dragged myself into the driveway. I was sure the kind people living in that house would be willing to help me. Someone stepped out of the house and I waved my hands at them. They were within twenty metres but did not seem to notice me. I walked closer. An elder woman was watering flowers on the front porch. She must see me by now I am just three metres away. I tried to greet her, but to my surprise, not a sound escaped my lips. The lady turned to face me but looked right past me as if I were invisible. Then she just turned towards the door and stepped in practically slamming the door in my face. I took the last few steps to the door and knocked. Right as I was expecting for my knuckles to hit the door – they did not. My hand went right through. Is now an appropriate time to start panicking?
Kerttu Kyllönen 19B
The Night Before
Here I am again. Trapped inside a cage. It is not the first time. He sometimes puts me in here, for a change, I guess. It is not too much room here. I will survive. That’s what I keep telling myself. It will be over. He never asks me anything. Not that I could respond. However, it would be quite nice to acknowledge his concern sometimes. I wonder if he cares about me at all. The same way he cares about the others. I doubt that. He does not want me anymore. He just uses me to show off to his friends. And to be honest with you, I think I am never getting out of here.
It is 8 a.m. in the morning and I can hear him waking up. I am always awake before him. There are times that I wish I wouldn’t wake up at all. These 7 years with him has been a disaster. I will tell you more about it later. His tiny toes touch the floor gently. His step is as light as a feather. I wonder how he is so small, but so strong at the same time. I can feel every move, touch, and sound. He just doesn’t know that. He thinks I am just an object. That I don’t have feelings. Maybe I don’t. But let me tell you something. He is not what he appears to be. This sweet, handsome young man that everyone knows as in this city, is outrageous. People have no idea what he’s capable of.
He is coming closer. I must pretend to be asleep. Otherwise, he will know my secret, and I will be gone forever. All my friends, or roommates, are put beside my tiny cage. Some of them are even put in the same one with me. Poor mates. He treats them so well though. He dresses them and makes sure they are comfortable. Why not me? How am I so different from them? Of course, he chooses me. It might be because I am the biggest. Or I am the easiest to handle. He puts his hands on my throat, squeezes, and lifts me up. That easily. It is nice to see light. Being In a dark, small cage is depressing. He rips my clothes off, shakes me, and throws me against the wall. Somehow, I’m not even hurt. Perhaps I am finally getting used to this.
I have a couple of scratches. Every part of me is aching. Should be at least. I’m laying on the floor. He just left me here to suffer. Incapable of moving. It hasn’t always been like this. When we met, he was adorable. I was the only one he wanted. No one else. During years he became aggressive. I still haven’t found out the reason behind it. Once I heard him speaking on the phone, saying he was done with everything. I guess he just mentally snapped. Ever since, the violence hasn’t stopped. Punching, throwing, hitting. I still manage to stay alive. He locks me in his room every day, I can’t get out. And I wouldn’t. I probably couldn’t even survive in the outside world.
It’s been a while since he left the room. My roommates are staring at me quite shocked. I think they’ve never seen anything like that. I can’t know what they actually think. We don’t speak. The pictures on the green walls of his room makes me miss him. The days we used to go out for a walk, and drive around with his bike, were the best time of my life. We were best friends. Just me and him.
I can’t breathe. I don’t know if I ever did. He is hitting my head against a table with his both hands. He seems extremely angry. I’m breaking into pieces. Almost. This time I might not make it. He screams, and in the fleeting moment he cuts my throat open. Against your expectations, I’m not bleeding. He throws me and my hanging head in the left corner of his room. He calmed down. You never know when his outbursts launch. Those are quick and painful. Painful for him. I can’t figure out what he’s going through.
He wakes me up and for my surprise he is taking me out. I think we’re going to the park nearby. He seems to be kind and happy. He is laughing and singing as we make our way closer to an ice cream stand. Today feels nice again. I feel like I’m his favorite, like back in the old days. His incredibly strong, tiny hands are dragging me like a dead body on the streets. We’re soon going back home. He won’t let me walk by myself. It’s been forever like this. I wouldn’t even know how.
The day is turning to a night. I’m sitting on his bed. I think something really changed today. I think I have survived. I can’t feel any pain after all. Considering everything I wouldn’t want to leave him. I like the attention. I am meant to be in this world for attention. To make people happy. He grabs my arms softly. Just like the night before, he puts me back to the toybox among others.
Janniina Korpisaari 20B
Tales of mystery & horror
Daniel wakes up in a huge, white room. It’s so big that he can’t even figure out where the walls are. The first thought that comes to his mind is where am I and why. The last thing he remembers is having dinner with his parents. How long ago was that? When Daniel has gathered enough energy, he stands up slowly. He feels fine, other than the raging headache that’s making him feel sick to his stomach. He ignores the pain for now and starts walking. He takes a few steps until he realizes that he has no idea where to go, since all he sees is white. What if he accidentally starts walking further away from the door? After a little bit of thinking, he decides to just start walking in a straight line. He figures that he will eventually find a wall or something.
After walking for what feels like days because of his headache and dizziness, but in reality, it was maybe a couple of hours, he falls down. The headache is getting too much. He needs to stop for a second, so he doesn’t faint. After laying down for a while, he gathers enough strength to stand up again and keep going. He has to get out of here. He can’t just die here. That’s all he can think at the moment.
More time passes. Daniel is starting to lose hope. His headache has calmed down, and he is feeling better, just a bit dizzy still. But he has not made any progress. That is until he notices a small black dot in the distance. He feels a little bit of hope light inside of him. He prays that the dot is actually there, and it’s not just his dizziness messing with him. He starts walking a little bit faster. The dot gets bigger, slowly but surely. In the back of his mind Daniel hopes that the dot in the distance is a door or something. Suddenly everything goes black. For a second Daniel thinks he fainted, but he realizes that he is fully conscious, he just can’t see. He lifts his hands in front of his face, but he can’t see them, no matter how close to his face he holds them. Then he hears a loud bang coming from behind him. He turns around so fast he winces in pain. He tries to find out what made the sound, but he can’t see anything. When he’s about to turn back around, he hears the bang again, this time a little bit closer. He thinks if he should shout into the darkness, but he decides against it. Another bang can be heard, and its closer again. The bangs just keep going and they are getting increasingly closer. When one bang sounds a bit too close to him, he starts to back away from the noise. When he starts moving, the banging picks up the pace as well. Daniel decides that he has had enough and starts running. He can hear the banging loud and clear right behind him. It sounds like it’s catching up to him. He is now running as fast as he can, trying to ignore the headache creeping back into his head. He feels like he has been running forever, and he is starting to wonder if the dot that he saw really was just his own imagination.
After a while the banging stops, but Daniel doesn’t. He keeps running. He doesn’t know if it’s the adrenaline controlling his body, but he decides that he can’t stop now. He keeps going. He is starting to lose hope until he suddenly runs face first into a hard surface. He stumbles back, rubbing his nose in pain, until he realizes what just happened. He has done it! He found one of the walls of the room! He starts frantically looking for something, anything that could get him out of there. And then he feels it. Something is sticking out of the wall. It feels like a doorknob. He’s so happy he could cry. He goes to pull the door. But then something grabs him from behind and pulls him back. Daniels screams and then he actually blacks out. He was so close to escaping.
Alma Kankkunen 19BKallaveden lukion ja Kuopion aikuislukion vuosikertomus 2020 - 202110.5.2021