Post by John Smith on Aug 24, 2008 4:08:14 GMT 1
Part 1.
The nurse had been rather nice to me. She smiled and understood that I had been in an accident with my bike. I had found a broken and battered bike on the way there as proof of what happened. She was even so nice to give me a couple of pain killers. Weak ones. The strength didn’t matter, because I wouldn’t take them. Something was wrong about the nurse. She had been too nice. Too willing to believe my story. And that fake smile of hers. That fake bitch. So, I had dumped the pills in a trashcan. This pain was tolerable. Rather that than taking pills from a stranger. A fake stranger. I had faked a smile, just like her, when I left the room. Thanked her for taking some of her precious time to take care of me. It was a disgusting lie, but I had to tell it so I wouldn’t arouse any suspicion from her. THEY could not know that I were on to them. THEM. I did not know why THEY were after me. But I must have something THEY wanted. Something of great value. Or was it me THEY wanted?
My eyes never rested. They spun in my eyes constantly. Looking at everything and at nothing. Saw beyond everything and nothing. My anger from earlier was gone. Had been replaced with a suspicion of everyone. In case you hadn’t noticed. People were watching me right now. I could feel it, their eyes were on my back. Monitoring my every move. Running tests on how I cope with different situations. On the other side of the road. A fight. Or rather. Two people beating up a third person. It was getting dark, so it was only natural. I suppose I should have helped the underdog in that fight, but a part of my refused the idea of helping him. So, I put my hands in my pockets. If this had been a test … then I had obviously failed.
Or had I? Perhaps they wanted to test me for m- STOP! A voice of reason pleaded in my mind. Pleading me to stop these obsessive thoughts. … The voice was instantly trampled by an angry mob. I never heard from the voice again. With the last barrier between me and insanity trampled down like a man before mad cattle, I felt the insecurity and paranoia taking its grip in me. I saw shadows everywhere. People out to get me. I walked past an alley, and what I saw in there was a hot spot for anti-me people. THEY were more powerful than I had thought. THEY virtually controlled every aspect in this city. I could not walk on the street without being observed. Observed from every corner of the street, city, country, continent, plane- let’s stop it here. With my thoughts wandering off, and my eyes seeing less than they appeared to, I stumbled when my side hit a railing that stuck out a bit more than I had anticipated.
My left shoulder dove forward and hit a poor girl in the side. Instincts made me catch her before she could fall. I had helped her up to a standing position. I had been about to speak before I had been dumb founded. Not because she was fucking attractive, because she was, but because I knew this girl from somewhere. Her black hair had used to be longer. A chilling scream went down my spine and I rushed away from the scene. The girl, who had been more surprised than scared stood and watched me run away. I could not understand what was happening to me. It began to rain as I ran. The skies cried tears at me. And I ran. My left leg aching with pain. My side stung like I had been delivered a powerful right hook into it. I should not be able to run, but I did run. I could not stop running. THEY would be after me, and THEY would get the girl because I had bumped into her. I looked back for a second, my running stopping abruptly. It was too late. I could not see her anymore. THEY must have taken her.
This was too much for my feeble mind to take at this point. Tears ran down my cheek. My eyes were soon covered with water. My own tears and the tears from heaven. Everything was a big blur as I began to run again. My asthma was making every step like a living hell, my left leg was turning every step into a marathon. But I did not stop. Not before my body simply collapsed underneath me. I didn’t feel the rain fall on me anymore. I must have found shelter somewhere. I drifted into a darkness. A darkness that felt warm against my wet skin.
Part 3.
The nurse had been rather nice to me. She smiled and understood that I had been in an accident with my bike. I had found a broken and battered bike on the way there as proof of what happened. She was even so nice to give me a couple of pain killers. Weak ones. The strength didn’t matter, because I wouldn’t take them. Something was wrong about the nurse. She had been too nice. Too willing to believe my story. And that fake smile of hers. That fake bitch. So, I had dumped the pills in a trashcan. This pain was tolerable. Rather that than taking pills from a stranger. A fake stranger. I had faked a smile, just like her, when I left the room. Thanked her for taking some of her precious time to take care of me. It was a disgusting lie, but I had to tell it so I wouldn’t arouse any suspicion from her. THEY could not know that I were on to them. THEM. I did not know why THEY were after me. But I must have something THEY wanted. Something of great value. Or was it me THEY wanted?
My eyes never rested. They spun in my eyes constantly. Looking at everything and at nothing. Saw beyond everything and nothing. My anger from earlier was gone. Had been replaced with a suspicion of everyone. In case you hadn’t noticed. People were watching me right now. I could feel it, their eyes were on my back. Monitoring my every move. Running tests on how I cope with different situations. On the other side of the road. A fight. Or rather. Two people beating up a third person. It was getting dark, so it was only natural. I suppose I should have helped the underdog in that fight, but a part of my refused the idea of helping him. So, I put my hands in my pockets. If this had been a test … then I had obviously failed.
Or had I? Perhaps they wanted to test me for m- STOP! A voice of reason pleaded in my mind. Pleading me to stop these obsessive thoughts. … The voice was instantly trampled by an angry mob. I never heard from the voice again. With the last barrier between me and insanity trampled down like a man before mad cattle, I felt the insecurity and paranoia taking its grip in me. I saw shadows everywhere. People out to get me. I walked past an alley, and what I saw in there was a hot spot for anti-me people. THEY were more powerful than I had thought. THEY virtually controlled every aspect in this city. I could not walk on the street without being observed. Observed from every corner of the street, city, country, continent, plane- let’s stop it here. With my thoughts wandering off, and my eyes seeing less than they appeared to, I stumbled when my side hit a railing that stuck out a bit more than I had anticipated.
My left shoulder dove forward and hit a poor girl in the side. Instincts made me catch her before she could fall. I had helped her up to a standing position. I had been about to speak before I had been dumb founded. Not because she was fucking attractive, because she was, but because I knew this girl from somewhere. Her black hair had used to be longer. A chilling scream went down my spine and I rushed away from the scene. The girl, who had been more surprised than scared stood and watched me run away. I could not understand what was happening to me. It began to rain as I ran. The skies cried tears at me. And I ran. My left leg aching with pain. My side stung like I had been delivered a powerful right hook into it. I should not be able to run, but I did run. I could not stop running. THEY would be after me, and THEY would get the girl because I had bumped into her. I looked back for a second, my running stopping abruptly. It was too late. I could not see her anymore. THEY must have taken her.
This was too much for my feeble mind to take at this point. Tears ran down my cheek. My eyes were soon covered with water. My own tears and the tears from heaven. Everything was a big blur as I began to run again. My asthma was making every step like a living hell, my left leg was turning every step into a marathon. But I did not stop. Not before my body simply collapsed underneath me. I didn’t feel the rain fall on me anymore. I must have found shelter somewhere. I drifted into a darkness. A darkness that felt warm against my wet skin.
Part 3.