Sci Fi Your Life

“My guitar is not a thing. It is an extension of myself. It is who I am.” Joan Jett

Another afternoon, after a stressful seven hours of school, listening to my teacher ramble on about stuff that just seems to fly over my head… My mums nagging me to do my homework, but all I want to do is just relax for a while and play a tune on my guitar.

“What homework have you got to do tonight? You might as well get it done now rather than stress about it later”

“Don’t worry mum I’ve got it under control, it’ll be done for when it’s due.”

I picked up my guitar, strumming a simple note to check if it was in tune, to find that the highest note was slightly out by a few tones. As I waited for my tuner to turn on, I had a go at tuning it by ear. I turned the tuning peg and played the string continuously so I could hear the changes in the tones as it became tighter. As I tightened the string I found that the sound wasn't changing. So I kept tightening it, but still no change. So I continued turning the peg, and as I did I could see the tension building in this string.

“Just two more rotations” I thought

I turned it one more time, yet still no change. I turned it one last time, and as I did it snapped, whipping through the air making a crack. I closed my eyes as I knew it was going to hit my fingers, and certain enough it did. I opened my eyes in pain and yelled out. I turned back to look at the damage it had done to my finger, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw the weirdest thing I’ve ever seen. It was almost like a floating tear. As if my string had torn a hole in the air. I put my hand out to touch it, and as I did my hand got sucked in. I could feel something grabbing my hand, and as I tried to pull away I could feel my hand almost tearing off. I used my other hand to help me pull it out, but that too was pulled in. There was nothing I could do. I let my hands be pulled through, and as I did my body was pulled in as well…