Alive

Heidi Adams

My eyes are open. I can see everything. They hover over me in their white lab coats with sharp instruments
shining under the fluorescent light. My flesh is peeled back fully exposing my ribs. I can hear the bone saw begin to
slice through my rib cage. The lights are so bright, blinding me as I lay against the cold steel table. My skin is pulled taught as they peel back the flesh and expose my organs. The pain surges through me, coursing through every nerve within my body. I scream out pleading for them to stop as they begin removing my organs. They handle them so delicately as they place them in trays and plastic bags. I have seen them all. They pulled them out one by one my heart, my liver, kidneys, and stomach. I am awake, alive but no one can hear me. The blood and fluid in my body begins to drain out into the deep tunnels alongside the table and then flows out through a tube emptying into a waste bin beside the table. I call out to them, begging them to stop. They ignore me as I stare at them through icy blue eyes. I lay naked and hollow before them. They cannot see that my soul still lives within the empty shell. Now that I have been hollowed out they begin slicing my head open from back to front leaving the forehead in tact. They peel the skin back up over my head covering my eyes, leaving me temporarily blinded. I hear the popping noise as they extract my brain. They weigh my brain, dissect it and then put it back into my skull. They re-insert my organs and begin sowing me with cotton thread and a large hooked needle. Each poke of the needle tears at my flesh, as the cotton thread is inserted between the layers of skin. They sew the flesh together and leave me lying naked and alone under the harsh lamp light. When they return they seal my body into a black body bag. I can hear the zipper inching upward, closing the bag around my body tightly. I scream out to them as the zipper begins to close the body bag around my head. They do not hear the terror in my voice. Now I lay in darkness. I am alive but no one can hear
me screaming. Soon they will be taking me to the crematory.

Published by Heidi Adams

My name is Heidi Adams. I am an aspiring author. I finished writing two novels in the last year...one of which is currently at a publishing house.  View profile

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