Deformed

Deformed
Written and Produced by Noah Brinsden

04/06/84
I’ve decided to start writing to you because I’ve been feeling down
lately, you’re not just a diary but you’re a friend. I think I’ll call you
Lizzy, that suits you, anyway, I’m 13 years old and I want to talk to
you about something. The other day it started, I had my first
reminiscence, it’s not something that’s supposed to happen and
I’m annoyed that it happened to me, it’s only one in six thousand
that get reminiscences.

Seeing as you’re not conscious, you
what a reminiscence is, they are
government hate, they
have them are
The ones that
brainwashed. I
for me soon and
be relentless,
until they have
probably won’t know
flashbacks that the
think that us people that
creations of the devil.
couldn’t be
know they’ll be here
I know that they’ll
they won’t stop
me.
I’m scared.

07/06/84
Hi Lizzy, today is the first day back at school, my friend Zoe is coming to pick me up at 8:40. I’m excited to
see how people have changed over the last few weeks, I’m expecting some people to be unrecognizable,
well, that’s what happened last year, I didn’t even realize that my friend, Ella was in the same class as me
because she looked completely different.
I’ll catch up with you this afternoon and tell you all about my day! Bye!

Today was a, well, it was an interesting
day to say the least, Josh has absorbed
his third leg in the last 4 years but to
counter that he has grown another ear
on his arm. I bet his hearing must be
exceptional now! Arthur and Perry are
both shrinking after eating some
mangoes sold at the local supermarket,
but it’ll wear off soon. My head started
to hurt at about three forty-five in the
afternoon so I’ll be expecting another
recurrence tonight. I’ll update you
sometime soon.
Love Abby!

08/06/84
Lizzy, last night I saw something. Everyone was buzzing with joy, they all
had bodies with 4 limbs and a head placed on top of a neck, I know
that they were from the past because I’ve seen pictures of people from
the past in my ‘dark history’ books at school.

I witnessed people having a meal together at the park, it was a gathering of some
sort, nothing like what we have here. After seeing the such a large family all eating
together and two boys throwing a ball through the air, a word just burst into my
head ‘picnic’. I’ve never heard a word that sounds or is spelt like that. It’s bothering
me because I don’t know what it means, is that what the gathering that the family
was having called? I’m gonna go to sleep now, my head hurts and maybe a rest will
help. Good-bye.
Picnic

11/06/84
Hey Lizzy, I woke up this morning and I was in a room, metal all over
with only one thing, you. So far, there has been no sign of anyone, no
click-clacks of footsteps and no murmurs from outside the shiny, steel
door. By the way, I’ve tried to open the door, I’m not that stupid.

While I’m waiting, I’ll explain the recurrences I’ve had over the last few days.
Recurrence 1; The sun was rising above a large body of water, it seemed endless
and was the deepest blue I’ve ever seen, the suns rays glistened off the water and
reflected colours of bright pink, orange and purple. The sky was ablaze like a fire, a
rainbow of colours that stood still in time, the beauty mesmerized me, I wish I
could’ve stayed longer but no. Only two words came to me during this occurrence,
sunset and ocean. The words feel like a foreign language to me but at the same
time I feel as if I’ve known them all my life.

Sunset

Recurrence 2; There was a cluster of dark, ominous, and gloomy clouds
that blew in from the ocean, along with hem they brought a liquid
substance, it was the freshest thing that I’ve ever tasted as the droplets
flew into my mouth from above. Rain. A flash of lit up the sky in a blaze
of glory. The sound that came seconds after rattled in my brain for
what felt like forever, you could not see it but the beauty of it all
overwhelmed me. Lightning. Thunder. Storm. I really hope that one day
you’ll be able to witness these Lizzy, they are a creation that should
never have been taken away from our ‘perfect’ world.

Lightning
Thunder
Storm

Recurrence 3; this is what scares me most Lizzy, this one was the most vivid, bright
colours raided my mind along with a woman dressed in blue, she wore a hat,
almost like a chefs hat but smaller, it had a red cross on it. She rushed in with a
table, it was rolling on wheels and she looked terrified, there was a body on the
table, wrapped in a toilet paper like material to hide his or her wounds. What I saw
next horrified me, I contemplated whether I should really tell you this but I decided
I would because I promised to confess everything in you.

She lifted the material off of her body. The
body had no face. No eyes. A distorted
nose and a broken mouth. Nothing. The
body was featureless, it had six extra limbs,
four legs growing at an abnormal rate, they
didn’t even stop though, they kept on
growing, they flopped off the bed and
became still. The nurse quickly checked the
body’s pulse, nothing.

No-one should ever have to witness something as gruesome as that, it must’ve
happened once because it was so vivid, like a memory. I’ll just keep on waiting and
crying. Lizzy, I’m scared. What’s happening to me?

13/06/84
Hi Lizzy, every time I wake up there’s a loaf of wholemeal bread. I have
that much to eat each day, nothing more, nothing less. There’s still no
sign… They’re outside. They’re talking. They’re men, one of them said
‘she’s ready’. What does that mean? Lizzy, thank you for being here.
You’re the only one that I’ve ever been able to really connect with.

I love you.