disturbing day terrors

[alizardsbet]

What is the worst thing you can think of to befall you? i mean the sort that keeps you awake at night with worry, what has you cautiously slipping your hand into a dark room to turn on the light before walking in.

or...

What has been your worst experience of this earth thus far into your existence?



Disclaimer: i am writing a script at the moment, and have hit a wall with the blood and guts, besides it has been my experience that personal identification generally has the more powerful effect on the audience then cranked up gore. subtle cues of plot points work better than the best cinema photography out there, well in less you have that weak of a stomach. i promise not to identify you directly, or use or disclose information to be used against you. matter of fact you probably wont even recognize it in the script as i'll have to restructure it to work with the plot, and the more obvious you'll never see it on the big screen. all i am asking for is some advise to go hunting this inspirational muse of disturbia that i need. also thank you for your consideration, thank you for anything you write here in as much or as little detail as you like.

[CPL CHUD]

I've been to Afghanistan, Iraq, and Kuwait, I've had bullets shot at me in anger, I've seen freshly mutilated bodies, and honestly the only thing that really worries me still is the small stuff that shouldn't disturb my sleep. Paying my bills. Me being in huge debt. Driving without a license or insurance. My job security. Owing rent to my last landlord.

Maybe I'm a little wacked out, but death doesn't scare me as much as living miserablely.

[Athena]

or...

What has been your worst experience of this earth thus far into your existence?



I used to be terribly afraid of hitting a pedestrian at night while driving alone...and one evening, I did just that.

The guy was coming out of a bar and apparently thought he could beat me getting across the street. He wasn't at a crosswalk and I was going 35mph, rounding a bend in the road...By the time I saw him, it was way too late.

He impacted the passenger's side of the windshield, leaving blood and skin embedded. I immediately hit my brakes, hit my flashers and ran over to him...Him, an unnaturally positioned pile of skin and bone. When I got to him, he was bleeding profusely from a gash in his head and eventually, a thick, strange blood mixture came forth from his slightly open mouth.

I was horrified. I spoke to the crimpled mass of a human being in the softest, calmest, most maternal voice I could muster. I told him that everything was going to be just fine; that I had hit him, I stopped and that I had insurance. A car that had witnessed the incident had stopped a distance away but the driver did not immediately exit. To cover my bases, I ran to the car and begged for her to call 911. She was a step ahead of me, so I ran back to the ailing body on the side of the road and continued to speak softly to him.

Soon, another pedestrian walked up and said that he had seen everything. I told him that I would appreciate him sticking around and went back to talk to the girl who was now out of her car. I verified that she had, in fact, called 911. Just then, I heard the pedestrian witness talking to someone. I whipped around, immediately terrified - he was talking to the crumpled body and attempting to help him move. Automatically defensive, I screamed at the man to step away from the victim. I reminded him that moving him could cause further injury. The pedestrian witness apologised and stepped back. At this time, a young woman had come out of the house we were in front of. She was hysteric and livid. She, too, approached the victim, who I was now standing over, guarding closely. This woman got angry with me and a bit close for comfort while screaming at me.

It was his girlfriend.

Luckily, the ambulance showed up just then. Paramedics jumped out and dealt with the victim and the girlfriend. I, in shock and exhausted by the adrenaline, collapsed onto the sidewalk, setting my elbows on my knees so I can rest my head in my shakey hands...and simply stare blankly at the hill across the street. At that point, it was like nothing existed around me but that hill. Witnesses, paramedics, firemen and police were swarming about, but I couldn't see them. Even the noise they made was muted.

Suddenly, the female witness from the car approached me and grabbed my left hand, which had slipped from my chin and fallen to my lap. She used the same voice that I used with the victim when she told me that she had seen everything, that I couldn't possibly have avoided him, that I did everything right and everything was going to be just fine. She was very angelic. Then, she left again and it was just the hill.

A young policeman questioned me; he was very understanding and helpful. He reminded me that this was not my fault, that I had done nothing wrong and commended me on my response to the situation. He told me that the victim was going to Harborview. Not cool. That's where they send people with life-threatening injury. He walked me back to my car, opened the door for me, so I automatically got in even though I didn't understand. He asked me if I was okay and I nodded; he asked me if I had my keys and I nodded. He then told me to try and have a good evening...and walked away.

This was the first time I was able to get a good glimpse of the state of my car. There was more skin and blood than I had noticed originally. Some blood had seeped through the cracks in the windshield and dripped onto my dash. Shattered glass and exploded into my car upon impact - I could see that it covered the floor, passenger seat and had extended into the back seat.

I was on autopilot. I inserted the keys into the ignition and started the car. I buckled, checked my mirrors, turned on my left-hand blinker and U-turned to head back the other way. Cops and an ambulance were still there, flares had been set up. It was like driving past any other bad accident only....I had caused it. Surreal does not begin to describe.

[AnalBreeze]

I've been to Afghanistan, Iraq, and Kuwait, I've had bullets shot at me in anger, I've seen freshly mutilated bodies, and honestly the only thing that really worries me still is the small stuff that shouldn't disturb my sleep. Paying my bills. Me being in huge debt. Driving without a license or insurance. My job security. Owing rent to my last landlord.

Maybe I'm a little wacked out, but death doesn't scare me as much as living miserablely.


Same here, living is much harder then dying!

[Tolo]

What scares me the most is basically fucking up my life. I am so scared that I am going to go in the wrong direction, chose the wrong profession, or not make anything of myself. I'm only 20 years old, so it might be a little early to be thinking like that but it's always in the back of my mind. So, in short, I guess completely failing at life and the future are my biggest fear.

[kakihara]

I'm only 20 years old, so it might be a little early to be thinking like that

It is way too early to think like that. You have plenty of time to figure out that the path you took does not suit you and choose another. You are a baby still.;) I mean, i'm not THAT old, but I have 11 years on ya. I can still fuck around and take my career in a different direction. It is a bit harder now that I am married and have a mortgage and all that jazz, but I can still do it.

As long as you have the will to live the life YOU want to and the motivation to change your life when it isn't going your way, you will be fine. Don't let yourself get stuck in a rut. Don't be afraid to make that change in your life when the time comes. It is VERY easy to develop a sense of comfort in your career even though you aren't really happy. That is when you need to put aside your fears and move on.

This inspirational message brought to you by the Church Of Jesus Christ Of Later Day Saints.:D