Oh Jung

For July: inspired a bit by McSweeney's, I will present to you thirty short imagined dialogues, because I've never been very good with them.

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     I don't really remember anything leading up to it, but I'm pretty sure I wasn't in a prison. That's not important anyway. Someone walks right up to me and I'm a little confused by his demeanor. Friendly but aggressive at the same time. He throws me off guard. I remember that expression almost as well as the sudden feeling of something inside of me.
     Were you being raped?
     What? No. The guy stabbed me, but it didn't hurt. I could just feel something sticking into my belly. Right here. He calmly walks away, and all I can do is watch him with this thing sticking out of me.
     What happened next?
     Well as I'm standing there dumbstruck I start to feel something leaking out of me.
     Blood.
     That's the weird thing. If it was blood I would have felt it on my hand or dripping down my skin.
     Didn't you look at it?
     No. Now that I think of it. I didn't. I pulled it out and looked at the shiv, and I think it was the bottom half of a toothbrush. There wasn't anything on it, but that didn't bother me then because it started feeling a lot worse. Like I was leaking out of myself. I dropped the toothbrush and tried to cover the wound and keep it all in, but I just kept pouring out faster and faster. Then something started poking out of the wound. I could feel it this time. It was solid and it wanted to get out. It was trying so hard I started pulling at it. I felt myself getting pulled through that little hole. I started to panic and pulled harder. I had to get whatever this thing was out of me. That's weird now that I think about it - feeling compelled to pull myself out of myself. Anyway, I pull harder, and the hole gets bigger as more and more of myself gets tugged through this hole in my belly. It feels like I've pulled like half of myself through this little shiv hole, and nothing looks any different, but neck starts to get squeezed. I can breathe, but it's tough. I pull harder and harder trying to get through this hole so I can breathe right again, and just as it feels like I'm about to get through I wake up. It isn't a jolt, no cold sweat. I'm just awake, and it feels like I'm crawling in my skin.
     Wow. Ummm...
     I know, right?