Extraterrestrial Abduction

Lay down. Face down. Head here. Arms here. Close your eyes. Don't move. A series of laser lights in all sorts of colors came to my mind. I wasn't seeing them, but somehow I sensed the lights, their colors and the patterns they were making on my face. I felt the heat of them. Suddenly, a voice. "Don't move." More lights. A shift in position. "Don't move" and lights again. A being came to me, made me lay face up. "How much longer?" I asked. A few more minutes was the reply. The room became colder and I was uncomfortable. In the beginning, I was unafraid. But now, as I lay there eyes shut and motionless, many thoughts came to my mind. The meaning of the abduction, the turnout, my fate. Thoughts of my life and how I've never really lived it, of how I couldn't die. I couldn't. Things I would change if I got out of this unharmed. I would live. A tear slid down the left side of my face and left a cool path on the skin it touched. The harmed skin.

Abruptly the lights ceased and the being led me out of the chamber. I thought it was over. I was wrong. Another one had ordered a different examination of the human body. Of me. The next was different- I was placed face up inside a tube so small I wouldn't have been able to crawl in. My head was covered by a smaller cylinder so that my brain could be examined thoroughly. Then it was noise. Not unbearable noise, but noise so strange that it causes a feeling of insecurity. I tried to be strong, but here the fears about my fate worsened... tears streamed down the sides of my face. Although I didn't open my eyes once, I sensed the lack of space and inmobility. I was removed from the cylinder, only to have a cold liquid inserted into my blood flow. Then it was back to the confined space, once again. The noise. Pounding, beating, and a machine-gun type sound. Then I was out.

When I got to my car I cried. Not because of the catscan and magnetic nuclear resonance (MNR), but because of what I thought when I was being examined.

Turns out the bolita is either a cyst or a tumor, and either way it'll have to be removed. It's made its way into my cheekbone and is incrusted there in this very moment. Apparently, it isn't new, it's been living on my face for about 10 years. Tomorrow I'll know the final diagnosis and procede with the next steps.

It's back to hell tomorrow. 2nd semester. Somehow that isn't on my mind at all.