Chapter 20: Restless
I'm frustrated, really frustrated. The fact I hadn't been able to control myself... It's pissing me off. After the adolescence stage, It's been rare that I would lose my mind in such way; the worst part is that this' not the first time... lots of times I've done the involuntary actions, guided only by an instinctive desire, devoid of any rationality.
In these moments, MY body and MY mind don't seem to belong to me.
Despite this mild weather, I feel the frost rooting deep into the marrow of my bones, the senses' going numb and dizziness assaulting me ... The wounds...the backpack... I can't rest now...still cannot. Finished to patch up myself with what remained from my spare herbs and bandages... It makes me uneasy the sign of my stockpile running out little by little... Regarding my...victim(???), I already looted what could be looted and the greedy capitalistic bastard inside me is whispering to go back where I was last night for the corpses down there, additionally I could find answer to suddisfact my curiosity... Wait... What ya say?... What useful could you take from a bunch of monkeys ... Well... Do ya remember those beads that I collected previously? I think they'll turn useful, at least I'll sell them. It's an old habit of mine, harvesting everything I found, I'm an accumulator without hope, somewhere, in a remote corner of my brain I can hear the voice of my friend that keep repeating "Stop bringing trash in our home, you should throw all these useless things away" It's like a mantra... "Fuck! Your house have so much potential, all you need to do is tidy up and throw away things that you no longer use and blabla...blabla..."
By the way, I'm not eager to return to the waterfall, it's often said that curiosity kill cats and horror film taught that well. So I decided to use a roundabout way to reach upper the river, after 2 days, I finally reached the designated place. A few metres ahead a piece of land in the centre of the river is splitting it in two. Its borders are ....by the current, taking a smooth slander shape. I had through a lot about how to cross the river :
Swimming is out of question, I have no idea what live under the surface of these muddled water and not so exited to found out first hand. I'm a coward you'd say, but believe it or not, I want to live. When I was 14 I always went to swim in the sea every time I went to the beach, but at a certain point I became aware of the obscure unknown in which I was immersed, this thought terrified me and I swam desperately to return to where the water was low. I overcame this fear after a few minutes and went back to swimming in deeper water, but right now, in this place, I really don't feel like risking ...
The second option is to break down a fairly tall tree and use it as a bridge, but I am not in the condition to do such heavy work. In these two days I kept away from all the potential dangers, avoiding them like the pests. Four times I was attacked in those two days and each time my wounds threatened to reopen, no matter how hard I tried to hide as much as possible, trying to merge with nature some annoying fella still found me.
The last option is build a raft and row, the water flow is not fast, so it should not be too strenuous, as for the construction, it will not be entrusted to excessively heavy load transport. I could wait and get better, but these fractures will take at least a week, I don't think I have all this time. Today the wind is rising, a strong warm wind blowing from the north-west ... the climate is changing, my bones are shouting at me from all over my body, on one of these days it might rain ... the sky is so blue that could not be bluer than this, but for how long? Tomorrow it may already be covered with clouds.
So I set to work, cutting down some of the bamboo-like trees and tying them with lug-like and flexible vines, while to oar I carved it from a long solid branch. The raft is not large, approximately 1.60 x 2 meters, it is not large, but it still have a larger area than the one in Titanic, while the oar is almost 3.5 meters long, how do I know? I lay down beside it to take measurements. Other times I take measurements by eye taking as a reference objects that are part of my everyday life, like every body do, for example, I will always remember how much my old 10 cm ruler measure or is roughly the size of my desk (90x70 cm) or my F4 sheets; and to compare them I simply overlap the images in my head with concerned object . I am proud of myself for having a fairly accurate eye, during the fourth grade there was a time when my mother returned to China to bring my little sister in Italy, whom I had not seen for 3 years, I remember that what I ate most often was rice accompanied with a broth of salad, eggs and mushrooms and once I found a tiny little caterpillar on the salad leaf, my father invited me to eat it saying it's good and repeated an old saying about eating insects and having red lips, my father used to say a lot of bullsh1t and still fart a lot. During one of these days my father was pulling out a thorn that had stuck in his left thumb, once he was extracted he said it was 1 cm long, but I insisted that it was just over half a centimeter, so we took the ruler and we measured it. I was right and I left very proud, looking back now I feel like laughing ... how silly...
I spent a whole day finishing the everything, I could cross now but the sun is going down and from the experience of last time I really don't want to spend the night near the river.
I covered the raft with branches of shrubs, in the tall grass it would be hardly found
Done with the precautions, I climbed a tree 500 meters away from the river.
The night fell, but I didn't sleep, now my sleep routine is divided into 3 times of 2-houre each, a nap during the morning, one in the afternoon and one during the night, those two hours are always characterized by a light sleep, waking up for every single sound that echoes in the dark.
During the night I never looked at the sky carefully, but now I see it ... I see what appears to be a gigantic sphere and I continued to see it for these last few nights, I don't know whether to identify it as a planet or as a stellite, I am not a genius in science, nor in astronomy, all my knowledge about these subjects comes from the myriad documentaries I saw during middle school, I was obsessed with it. In high school my mania was then set aside for films and TV series and of course, for the school.
In any case, if that is a satellite, the possibilities are two, or it is very close,ù or it is really gigantic and this planet is on the edge of the end, it that is the planet, while the place where I am now is a satellite ... if the possibility is I would say last that it is highly probable that the orbit of this satellite is almost circular because I am seeing that planet every night. But let us leave the astronomy to the astronomers, at most we will study more deeply into it when I'll be in a less precarious situation ... I believe that my dark circles are dark enough to consider me a panda ...This rhythm of life is exhausting me, and sometimes I also have hallucinations, in the darkness I seem to see abominations and deformed beings of all kinds, they seem similar to those strange shadows that you see when sometimes we stare at a white wall and sometimes see how swimming in the ether and the only beat of your eyelashes or the shifting of your gaze makes them return to their original point of your field of vision.These hallucinations, however, seem vivid, it is the same as when you look at the water taken from a pond through a microscope, everything through a microscope seems to belong to an alien planet, well ... in fact they are of another dimension ... Now you understand now how bad is it? It's serious, very serious ...Hey! Those guys are staring at me ( ´ヮ`) ... Naa ... It's not true, it's not true ... What a warm breeze~ Although it has always represented an omen of apocalypse to me, nay the Great Flood ... right now I find it nostalgic ... Tonight will be another long night ... once outside this place I want a prize and a personal psychotherapist.
-The next day-
The sun is rising, as it does every morning since the dawn of this world and so it will do until it runs out of fuel.I am aware of the fact that scientists outside will say that it is not the sun that rises, it'is the planet that turns on itself, but you know how it is, "What is old and rooted in custom is hard to die"
Anyway ... Bonjour, Madame and Messier ~ TODAY IS THE GREAT DAY !! SADDLE UP, PEOPLE! FINALLY IT'S TIME TO CROSS THAT FVCKING RIVER !!!
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NoisyFridge
NoisyFridge Sorry about the untranslated chapter, here the official one.
Hope you like it.
Ps. I'm conscious that this story is boring and mediocre.
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