"FLATLINING" - A SHORT STORY I STARTED WRITING THEN GAVE UP
The inspiration for this came from the song "Flatlining" by the Glasgow band The Amazing Snakeheads. I recommend you check them out. I got about 1/3rd through writing the story and for some reason got bored and stopped. I'd like to finish it one day. Here we go.
- •The narrator wakes up in an unfamiliar room, hungover, unsure how he got there.
- •The room is a picture of filth and squalor, empty alcohol bottles and drugs paraphernalia are strewn throughout.
- •On the couch lies a young woman. She is sporting a number of bruises and appears to be dead, clutching a small blood-encrusted axe in her hand.
- •The narrator stumbles to window. "Mark" he says to himself. "What the Hell happened? How did I get here?"
- •Looking out, Mark can see that he is in a high rise tower block looking northwards over Glasgow.
- •In the distance, a car speeds furiously towards the tower block. Instinctively he knows that the occupants are headed for him...
- •Frantically he begins to exit the flat, heart thumping, head throbbing, stomach wrenching as he takes one last look at the motionless girl slumped on the sofa.
- •He makes it to the elevator. As it slowly makes its way up to his lofty destination, Mark hears pounding footprints running up the emergency stairwell.
- •The elevator arrives with a gentle ping. Mark enters, hurriedly pressing the Ground Floor button to speed up its departure.
- •Two men appear. They are shaven headed and dangerous looking. One of them is clutching a blood-encrusted axe. They begin to kick down the front door to the apartment.
- •At the very last second before the elevator doors close, one of the men spins round and makes eye contact with Mark.
- •"There he is!" screams the man, just as the doors firmly shut and the elevator starts its gentle descent.
- •TO BE CONTINUED