It's Dark in Here: Why I'm so Angry...

A Follow-Up to: Pendy, Why so Angry?

I sat there for years upon years, precariously balanced between Large Intestine and Small Intestine, doing nothing. Have you ever felt purposeless? It is not a happy feeling. I didn't want it, but there was nothing for me to do. I wasn't made to work, I was just made to sit there. For 26 years I sat, while everyone around me excitedly worked, processed, produced, planned, moved, transferred.

Useless, I was useless.

The inside was also a hot, dark place. Too hot really—for everyone, which meant that everyone was always complaining. It was also wet, which means that sound that your feet make when walking in sneakers that are soaking wet, was constantly happening, all around me–surround sound. That same squish squish squish over and over and over. It drove me crazy.

Then something began to grow on me. It made me hotter, it made me itchy, it made me bloated. I got more and more uncomfortable but nobody cared—they were too busy...doing something. Finally I began to put up a fuss, it simply was NOT okay for me to be THIS uncomfortable. Plus, the itchy stuff had spread, I had become even more bloated (which was wreaking havoc on my already low self image self-esteem), and I let out a little scream. I pushed and pushed, and screamed, and hoped the outside could hear me, or at least could feel me.

Something was wrong. They must know. They must KNOW!

Every once in a while something from the outside would poke in at me, as if telling me to shut-up. When they poked at me it made me feel like I would pop, which made me scream even more.

The bloating continued. I felt like a balloon. I felt that even if the outside didn't poke in at me anymore, I might pop anyway, I couldn't help it, the itchiness was making me do it.

Suddenly stars appeared across the sky. Three tiny spotlights that shone in on me. I saw a substance I'd never seen before. Indeed, it made the darkness go away. Moving through it were different types of substance, and they made a loud noise.

I was ripped out. Squeezed out. Popped out. Slapped on something cold. Too cold. And hard. Very hard. I began to shiver. I rolled back and forth as the cold thing jolted this way and that. I was scared. The others were gone. The squish-squish was gone. I was still bloated. And this bright haziness was surrounding me, and constantly changing, always changing. It was too much to try to watch, so I shut my eyes.

The cold thing paused. Out of the substances came a VERY loud noise. It scared me. So I opened my eyes. But there was more loud noises that scared me. I closed my eyes. The cold thing began jolting again. Made a sudden clang. And stood still.

The coldness. The coldness. I would give anything to be back in the warmth. To hear the squish-squish. It didn't matter anymore that I was useless. I liked it in there. My friends. All that they would have left is The Space. The Space is even more useless than me. But the coldness is too much. It is too...