A Source [Drop in the Ocean - Topic: Identity]

in #dropintheocean5 years ago (edited)

    "Are you ready to start typing? I am not going to slow it down too much."


"Yes, I am ready." Staring at his monitor, fingers at the ready, he waits for the voice to start dictating the story of their birth. For a second, he wonders if he should call it his birth.


    "We can call it your birth."


The boy nods in agreement. The voice is right in saying that since it is his birth. There is a pause. He knows the voice is waiting for his mind to settle. He wonders if he will ever find out about his birth.


    "Ok, let me think. Your Dad was saying 'Push,' to your Mom repeatedly. As usual, she reprimanded him for stating the obvious. He made his voice go just a bit softer, still repeating what he was instructed as to not also disobey an order."


"Jeez, you make Mom sound a bit harsh."


    "You disagree?"


"Proceed. But back up a bit, I think push comes further down." The boy knows he cannot disagree and decides to write the story down as told, he can always edit it later."





    "I can only describe what I heard. We were in the womb for most of it, you know. To back up a bit, your Mom did not have any troubles with your delivery. It seemed everything was going the way it should. She arrived at the hospital in due time and they admitted her. They said that the contractions were still a bit apart. You do realise I am not a doctor, right? She did not have you yet, ok? I will fast forward a bit."


"Ok, ok. You really bug me when you pretend to do as I ask then end up doing what you want to anyway." The boy quickly reads over what he has typed so far. It is not great. He decides to let the voice do what it wants and not interrupt at all.


    "So your Dad was telling your Mom to push... Wait. I forgot..."



Confused? You can find part one here


The nurse came into the room to whisper something to the boy's dad. She did not want to be the one upsetting his mother. "We can't find the doctor," she told him, giving the mother only a brief glance as she avoided giving her the information directly. The boy's father sighed and looked at his wife hesitantly. "They can't find your doctor, my dear."


She immediately lost it, only to validate to the nurse that she made the correct decision to not tell her herself. The boy's mother directed her anger at the nurse, while the father stepped back a bit only to be pulled in with an agonizing squeeze indicative of the pain that was coursing through his wife's body.


The nurse hastily decided she needed to get out and promptly said some gibberish along the lines of "I think I hear the doctor now", exiting the room before anyone realised that this would be impossible given the volume of the screaming.


The boy's mother had other concerns though, she could feel something was not right. This had all been very routine until the child started coming into the world. She questioned whether she had just forgotten the pain of birth. Dismissing that thought promptly she focused more inwardly. This scared her since this new awareness was kept at bay for months since the boy's conception. She reached out and spoke to him, them.


Her pain subsided a bit then, and a bit more with every thought of comfort sent inward. Her pain became bearable almost euphoric, like a wave pulling back from crashing on the rocks.


"I found a doctor" the nurse happily announced. The boy's mother immediately gave her a shitty look as "a doctor" is not what she wanted,her doctor is what she wanted. "Don't worry, Ma'am. I am sure he is brilliant," the nurse said as she backed away. An odd-looking man walked into the room then - a pale man, black eyes, with what can only be described as very human-like.





"Well now, I hear you are having some vagina problems."


Everyone looked at the doctor as though he was mad, the boy's father then smiled and let out a suppressed giggle for the benefit of his wife. He wanted this to be over with as soon as possible and making a ruckus over a bad joke was not going to help.


"Hi, I am Mason, the baby's father."


"Hi, I am Pen, the one between your wife's legs now, so, sorry I can't shake your hand."


"Doctor!" The nurse squealed as she made her way to stand behind him, ideally where no one couldn't observe her too much. The boy's mother was strangely quiet, breathing heavily but still experiencing euphoria intermittently as she kept sending love and care inward.


"Ok, I think we are over the worst of it, lucky I am here, you know," the doctor explained just as the baby's head came into view.


The boy's father told his wife to push. Over and over he said it, as he looked into her eyes. He noticed the colour was gone from them, oddly clear. Her eyes seemed to be more like mirrors.


The doctor noticed the man looking at his wife's eyes. "Hey! Focus. You have one job. Not as awesome as mine so at least try to do that. Say 'push'. You have been quiet the last few seconds."


The baby finally delivered into what seemed like porcelain hands. An air of relief washed over the entire room. The boy's father went to go sit down after hugging his wife. She smiled to herself as she knew everything was ok; her boy told her that. She believed for a long time it was her boy that told her that.


"Well, there is good news and bad news," the doctor exclaimed as he held the baby boy up in front of his pale white face. "Your baby is alive, but he is going to be pretty fucked if anyone ever asks him to remove his shirt."


The mother looked at the doctor sternly, she was lucid again and this had gone too far. "Give me my baby, and get the fuck out, you freak." The nurse rushed over to take the baby from the doctor, then handed him to the mother. No one noticed the doctor leaving. No one cared.





     "Did you get all that?"


"Yes, I got all of that. I feel you might have left out a lot."


    "Not really, how much more than 'push' is there?"


"Who was the doctor, and why was he not surprised or more interested in me? All the others over the years have been."


    "I don't know who he was. I think he knew about us. I saw recognition in his face when he held us up in front of him. I saw his eyes fixed on your black heart, but did not see a hint of surprise."


"Do you think he knows what we are? "


    "I think we will eventually find out."






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I'm trying to understand this one, Pen :) Are we moving from present day to past and then to present day? And is this like "Rosemary's Baby"?

Boy speaks with the voice, then the voice tells the story then they have a closing chat again... Who is rosemary? Dreem said I must make the story part in past tense... I had it present past present something haha.

Ha, present past present... Here is some for you. You presently suck, have sucked in the past and right now you need to explain your story because you still suck. :)

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