“Life As I Know It” by Noona Uranta

Last Updated: 8 December 2009 224 views No Comment Posted by: B-Side Empire

I open my eyes but can’t see very much. It’s dark in here, no lighting, not very much space, and worst of all I have to share it. I don’t do much with my life at the moment except lounge about all day, eating, drinking and just generally living, waiting for that special moment when I can finally reveal myself to the world. I have been in here for quite a long time, ever growing and forever expanding in this small, tiny space that I call my warmth, my lifeline, my home.
Most days I lie here thinking of the world outside of me, I hear muffled distant sounds that I can’t comprehend, noises that startle me forcing my legs backwards and forwards in fast irregular motions. Occasionally, I find it hard to breathe. The air becomes enclosed, my chest feels tight as I gasp in desperation, slowly reclining, too weak to even move.
It’s hard living in this world sometimes, I just want to break free and be my own person, it’s like a prison in here. I reckon my fellow inmate is a boy, he kicks me quite a lot when I am sleeping, I think he wants to become a footballer when he is older, I know he will make a good one. I don’t mind the violent kicks so much anymore, in fact as silly as it sounds I quite miss them as they haven’t been very regular lately, maybe he’s just bored of trying to wind me up all the time. He’s not so bad my inmate, I sometimes don’t know what I would do with myself if he wasn’t around. I’d have no one to play kick the kicker with where you push your feet against the other person and see who can kick out the furthest. This is my favourite game at the moment because I am winning a lot lately and although my counterpart has powerful legs, he is starting to lose it, he seems weaker.
I’m getting restless now, I feel like I don’t belong here anymore, things have changed, it’s a lot quieter these days and I’m bored. My partner in crime doesn’t do much anymore, he’s small and keeps himself to himself these days. I want to play kick the kicker with him but he won’t budge, now more than ever I want him to kick me back, I want to play. He hasn’t moved much in a while, I hope he’s ok; I miss him.
Something isn’t right, I feel different today, I can’t control myself something uncanny is happening and I can’t seem to figure it out. I’m spinning around now like a whirlwind, destroying everything that I come into contact with. I can’t seem to stop myself, it’s like I’m swimming down a river but there seems to be no end. Wait, a way out I see it. A bright light gradually emerges into view and suddenly I feel a rush of air filling my lungs. My mouth opens and I make a loud noise that I can’t seem to control, all around me are unfamiliar faces twice the size of mine, they keep on touching me and I don’t like it.
For so long I have wanted to break free, to see this other world that I knew existed outside of me but wasn’t quite ready to see. Now, I want to go back home, to feel warm, safe and secure. Most of all however, I long to see my partner in crime, my friend, my brother. I doubt I will ever see him again, I just know, I can feel it. Where is he? I want to play kick the kicker now.