Oh The Terror


Terror Filled Nights

 

Afraid to go to sleep because I knew that once my eyes closed these two guys would enter our room and rape and sodomize us; there were three others whom I shared the room with.

The four of us never spoke to one another; maybe they were like me just out of a coma and unable to talk?    After the nurse’s station had cleared out and the lights were shut off except for, low-wattage lights that seemed to create a halo beyond the large glass windows; the two unknowns would sneak in.

These guys were in here for one reason only; they are really sick, twisted, demented and unscrupulous.  Taking advantage of us who were so vulnerable and unable to protect ourselves.

I wondered if maybe I were their only target?  Never did I hear any noise from the others, no kicking or flailing about; was it only I?  I will stay awake this time and find out.  Oh – shhhh, here they quietly come… Gingerly the door is opened and the two are whispering to each other.

I watched as they kept whispering and first went to the bed across from me; that guy is going to get it tonight, but wait a minute, they only rolled him halfway, onto his side and that’s it, on to the next bed on that side of the room.  Now they pick?  These guys are more despicable than I previously thought.

Anybody who would take advantage of another human who couldn’t defend themselves hey wait a minute; isn’t the fear of being raped and being unable to stop it the fear of all women since Eve?  I am now woman-like and I would not be the least bit surprised if a woman could take me.

I was thinking of how to defend myself as they mysteriously moved to the other bed – the one right next to mine! They did the same to this guy as they did with the first one, they rolled him onto his side oooh here they come to my bed.  How will I get the nurses to believe me in the morning, how will I get anyone to believe me ever?

I began screaming and kicking wildly and then heard one of them say, “It’s okay, the sheet is dry.”

A person goes through some madcap hallucinations when coming out of a coma.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Steve Richie

Hi folks, Two lives in one lifetime. The first me, lived to age thirty-four. That Steve was overly confident and oozing with pride. Then, on a record heat-setting day (107º) here in the Twin Cities area of Minnesota and western Wisconsin, a one car near-fatal wreck left me in a two-month long coma. I emerged much as I was before minus certain physical capabilities, but my mind seemed mostly in tact. The crash and its effects did not change me (I emerged a happy individual) but the deeds perpetrated against me in the ensuing months from my wife of sixteen years scared and humbled me as I was dragged down with nothing left by my wife who now had guardianship over all of our accounts. And neither would she allow me to see our kids. She took everything out of, "Our" names and changed them to her name only; then would not allow me to our home and divorced me. I was angry, but no more. I spent half of 1988 and more than half of 1989 in hospitals, nursing homes and a three month stint at a head-injury rehab center where I was being taught how to re-enter society as this different person, that I didn't know. I was not able to return to my previous line of work, a self-employed decorator, you know, painting and paperhanging. It was a physical job which required much dexterity, finesse, and a good grasp of numbers. I returned to the beginning, school, but on a community college level. One of the instructor's liked my writing and I began focusing my attention on that. I attended classes at, "The Loft," A Place for Writers in Minneapolis. While there, a classmate of mine was having her friend from New York, a CBS executive, to her home for the holidays and asked me if she could do a critique on a couple chapters of a book I was writing, "A Day I'll Never Remember" and I obliged. When she returned to class the following Monday she told me that the exec wanted a ten-page synopsis of the book for a possible movie; I was excited. After obliging for that also, I never saw or heard from her or the guy from CBS. Next thing I knew I was watching a movie called, "Regarding Henry" starring Harrison Ford and the scenes of therapy were exactly like what I went through and had written about. Regarding Henry - could've been my story except that, "Henry" got his head injury from a gunshot and his wife stayed with him throughout the ordeal. Coincidence I'm sure, though, the therapy scenes entailed what I described in the book so I always wondered..... My hope, my dream is to bolster our income for my daughter and for myself. I am and have been raising this beautiful, talented little girl who was diagnosed with autism at age two, since 2006 singlehandedly. I divorced her mother the same year following complaints that I spent too much time with our daughter. However, Stephanie began school with no need for special education. She has been reading since age four and understanding what she'd read. Stephanie maintains straight "A's" on her report card, has published two books (through school) and has been selected as an, "Honors" student for seventh grade English. My ex moved to New York to be closer to her sister and has been remarried now for a number of years. Well, that's only a snippet of my sixty-one years and I would like to thank you for reading, thank you.

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