I was somewhere West, in a field of dust and rocks. I wasn't welcome there, and this had been made plain to me. A father and son were playing baseball a little ways off, and I knew there were others around, though no one I knew.
I looked to my left, and a rattlesnake was coiled in the dust. I stared at it, frozen. My heart thudding, panicking. I didn't know what to do. I turned and tried to run, even though I knew the snake would lunge at me and catch me. And it did, striking my arm, piercing my skin with its fangs. I fell down on my side, striking the dusty, stony earth. I could feel the venom moving through my blood, reaching my heart, which started to slow. The world grew hazy, the snake was still attached to my arm, and I started to yell, hoarsely, "Help! Help!" over and over.
No one was coming to help, but I kept yelling, as consciousness started to fade. No one would help me. No one helped me.
I woke up, and yelled "Help!" a few more times, and then I cried. Because I was scared, and alone, and no one helped me when I most needed it.
Posted by thevieve at March 28, 2006 8:27 AM