Sunday, 19 June 2011

The Idea... O_o

Hi! This was a story for English that was to be written for Monday, but I finished it early for all my lovely followers :P It was to be 800 words long (I'm about 400 over the mark :L) and be on the theme of Isolation. I'm not to sure if I got the isolation across but hopefully you'll be able to tell me! Special thanks to David Watt, a fellow Pushkin buddy, who let me use his poem The Idea for inspiration (click here to see it).It hasn't been marked or redrafted yet, so it's not perfect but hopefully you'll like it :) Enjoy!
P.S. Sorry it's so long!

The Idea

White. Blinding white. It contrasted sharply with the dark niches of the man’s dream world. Sitting up, he blinked rapidly and looked curiously around the room. It was white and padded. He knew this of course – he had spent the last few weeks staring at the white walls, the white ceiling, the white floor. His clothes were white and his hair was white. The only splash of colour was the blinking red light on the ceiling that followed his movements and the dull grey metal that gripped the man's ankles. The man shifted his position. He knew what this room was called. Soli...Solit...Solitary confinement! The man smiled at his achievement and relaxed. He was alone. Blissfully alone.Separated from the rest of the Institute, from the rest of the world! It suited him. he studied better in silence. The man closed his eyes and slowly, patiently, waited for The Idea to captivate him once more.

The Idea was a crackling electric blue ember that sparked in the dark recesses of his mind and spread like wildfire into the rest of his life. It changed and sparkled, a wonderful array of colours that distorted his vision and allowed him to see properly for the first time. He spent hours marvelling at its simplicity, its complexity, its cleverness. The more he thought about it, the more it warped and transformed, grew and evolved. It possessed him and nurtured him, food for his brain and drink for his mind. It was his idea – his masterpiece! It was revolutionary. It shaped him, it defined him. I was the best thing that had ever happened to him! He protected it like a mother bear defends her cubs – tooth and claw, anger and violence. It kept people away. It helped him concentrate. No one must ever know The Idea. Not his friends, not his family, not even Maria...

The man’s eyes glazed over as he thought of his wife. She was sweet, kind – everything a wife should be and more. They had met over 40 years ago, in 2014 in Thailand. He was researching the 3-eyed monkeys that had spawned after the 2011 Japan disaster and she was there on a cruise. She was so beautiful. Blue eyes, brown hair, tanned skin – she was his soul mate.  It was love at first sight. He remembered fondly their first dance, their wedding, their honeymoon...But that was a long time ago now. The man sighed. He missed her. He missed her so much....

He still remembered that dreadful day. He yearned to block it out, to forget it ever happened, but it haunted him in his dreams. He had been out of his study – one of the rare times he ever was. The study had become his bedroom, his workroom, his life. He never left it – he was too busy with The Idea. Friends that used to visit him frequently disappeared and family visits were postponed until he “got better”. The man whimpered, tears welling in his eyes. Remembering the past was painful. Too many memories...
She had only been curious, looking through his notebooks. She had just wanted to know what he had been studying all those years, what had possessed him, what had slowly pushed them apart. He had gone to the bathroom and she must have crept into the study in his absence. She had been looking at one of his notebooks, open – mouthed, when he noticed her from the doorway. She was wearing a pair of jeans and that flowing red top he had always liked. She was so beautiful...

He couldn’t see that at the time. He was blinded with intense fury and panic. The two emotions blurred together into an endless spiral of purple and red. It clouded his vision and made his blood boil and bubble. How dare she look at his work! No one must know The Idea! So he ran towards her, a bull charging at its target, horns lowered, hooves scattering the dust beneath its feet. She screamed and he hit her. He hit her until her body was blue and yellow with bruises, until she begged for mercy...until she lay dead on the floor. He didn’t know that at the time. She was just unconscious – just sleeping. He couldn’t care less. She hadn’t read about The Idea. That was all that mattered...

The man looked around his cell, damp lines staining his cheeks where the tears had made their mark. He wondered how long he had been here. A week, a day, a decade, a century? The man had no idea...the days just merged together without Maria. That was why he was here of course. He was “mentally unstable” – that’s what the judge said. Or was it the jury? He let out a quiet sigh and crossed his legs. The metal on his ankles clanked and creaked. Life was nothing without Maria...

But he had The Idea. It flowed through his veins like heroin, enlightening him and making him smile whenever he thought about it. He didn’t need company when he had The Idea. He liked being alone, isolated, detached from the outside world. He didn’t need Maria...

He was nothing without Maria. He was salt without pepper, fish without chips, butter without bread. He had The Idea but what good was an idea when you couldn’t share it? The man started to cry again, tears streaming down his cheeks. He needed to be with Maria! He cried harder. He was like a child, lost and alone, confused in a world that made no sense to him anymore. “Maria” he sobbed. Her name spun wildly through his head, delving into his secrets and his memories.  The Idea was there too, forcing Maria out of his memories. The two words buzzed around his head like incessant stinging bees – Maria, The Idea, Maria, The Idea, Maria, The, Maria, Idea The, Maria, The Idea, Maria, Maria, The Idea, Maria, The Idea, The Idea, Maria!

The man collapsed onto the white floor, retching and crying. He longed to be held and comforted. He needed to escape this room, this world of conflicting stories and lies interlocking in the puzzle that was his mind. He needed to join Maria...to be with her once more.

The dull metal of his shackles caught his eye. They were long and cold, clamping his filthy ankles together. The man stared. They presented an opportunity. An opportunity to get away from The Idea, a chance to see Maria again!. The man crept along his legs and grasped the chain. It was rusty and coarse beneath his fingertips. Yes... The man smiled. If he could just...

It was done. The chain was wrapped around his neck. The man looked up and bowed his head. It was now or never. The man slowly pulled his feet apart, pulling the chain tighter around his neck. “I’m coming, Maria!” he croaked. Tighter, tighter...he paused. What about The Idea? No, no, he couldn’t let go of The Idea...Yes, he could and he would. The man saw now that The Idea had caused him nothing but grief.

Tears welled up in his eyes. It was time to make amends.

I hope you enjoyed it! Thanks for reading :P

6 comments:

lucyclark;D said...

that's really good! :)
but you shouldn't put it up before you had to hand it in because someone could steal it! :o

Jenni said...

If they do I'll get my trusty friend Ziggy to take care of them....HeeHee >:)

Cat :D said...

That's amazing!! The teacher will love it! :o) I'm scared about handing mine in... :P

Rose said...

oh jenni that is amazing!!!! yeah davids poem was awesome: crackling blue. GENIUS! but this story is immense, seriously it is. btw, LOVE the new background. its light and bright and pretty! loveyou xxxx

Rachel said...

Your story is awesome, I love all the description and your writing style. You are truly an amazing writer! :D

Jenni said...

Thanks everyone! Got my essay back from the teacher and he gave me a 1/2 - the highest mark you could get! I'm glad you liked it :P