Reanimation

Originally written in November 2009 by Otis Shaw for Media, Culture and Literary Studies ( Edinburgh Napier University).

My heart was beating furiously, my lungs filled with air for the first time. I sprang to my feet, like a hunted animal, out of fear than any form of confidence. My immediate sensations of sight and sound were full of discomfort and I struggled to focus on the world around me. My legs were heavy and my eyes burned from the artificial light. I recall crashing around the laboratory looking for a way out. The other beasts were not so fortunate and the primal rage that coursed through their poisoned veins was their weakness against the steel bars that enclosed them. I was free from my restraints. Amidst the screams and rattling of cages, I looked for an escape route from this madness and fled. An opening in the room led me out into a steep gradient cut into the ground at sharp obtrusive angles. Blind with fury, I fell trying to negotiate this obstacle.

The feeling of pain and liquid seeping out of a gash on my face, sent me into a frenzy. Blood and spittle sprayed from my mouth as I screamed out against my inability to control my surroundings. I returned to my feet and smashed through an invisible wall, on which at first glance, appeared to be an unobstructed opening. Again I bled and felt pain. I cried out as my fellow captives had done in the laboratory. The light that had guided me had gone and my eyes adjusted accordingly. The ground was cold and wet. I began to shiver. Small shards of the invisible wall I had encountered had embedded themselves into my skin. This discomfort ceased as I plucked the sharp objects from my face.

A light appeared in the distance and as I tried to focus on this object, I was struck from behind. There was an unusual piercing sound before the impact that resonated through my bones. My naked and trembling body was thrown through the air. I recall the light becoming brighter and a pleasing sensation of warmth. As I descended, more lights appeared in the distance, each moving at a tremendous speed. My face hit the solid ground as I landed. Before I could protect myself, a thundering roar approached me. As I looked up, the lights exploded against my weak body, the impact crushing every bone in my reanimated cells. I was no longer in a world of pain. No colours, no sound, no feelings, just a dark void and a sense of release.

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About otis shaw

Studied at Edinburgh Napier University and gained my honours certificate in English and Journalism. I have continued my quest for knowledge at Stevenson College where I am learning Spanish and in the summer hope to acheive the CELTA teaching English certificate. Currently working with Edinburgh Chiapas Solidarity Group, publishing with SchNEWS and Freedom Press, blogging at an alarming rate and have just returned from another visit to Spain where I was part of the first encampment of Indignados in Plaza Catalunya, Barcelona, 2011. After my studies I hope to continue working with the indigenous peoples of Chiapas, Mexico or North Africa and give them the voice they need through my journalism.
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One Response to Reanimation

  1. Ruben says:

    Well written…

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