Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp.
Chunk.
The world slowly fizzles into existence around me as I slowly rise to my feet.
It’s an absurdly small room, probably about 12 feet square. A single dim light bulb on the ceiling fails to fully illuminate the room.
My head is killing me. There’s blood in my hair. I want to fall back to the floor.
The walls and floor are smoother than concrete, but just as stern and unwelcoming. The air is musty and a thin layer of dust covers everything. The room is only furnished with a twin-sized bed and a small bookshelf.
The crisp autumn air had filled me with an uncommon sense of hope as I traversed my daily route downtown. The old brick walls of the local businesses were more welcoming than usual, and I had …show more content…
The interior of the house was in even worse condition.
There, in a now grimy sundress, I saw the love of my life.
“What the Hell is this, Emily?” She looked up at me with an animal fear in her eyes.
“You need to leave,” she mumbled “You need to leave this place and you need to forget about me and you can never come back.” manically.
“No...”
“Go! Get out!” I needed to know what was wrong, I needed to help her. I almost didn’t notice a sound slowly approaching behind me.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. THUNK.
A searing pain erupted in my head. Stars fluttered across my vision and the room spun violently.
“Why do you do this!?” she screamed to a being behind me as I fell to my knees. She was sobbing now. I tried hard to lift my head and address my assailant, but a second earth-shattering impact slammed into me and threw me into unconsciousness.
So here I am. All I hear is skittering and all I feel is crawling. My eyes are worthless and vision is beginning to feel like some long-lost childhood dream. I know I should be afraid, I know I should hate myself. I can’t keep them out of my mouth anymore. But I can’t, because I know that I’d do it all over again. I love
Chunk.
The world slowly fizzles into existence around me as I slowly rise to my feet.
It’s an absurdly small room, probably about 12 feet square. A single dim light bulb on the ceiling fails to fully illuminate the room.
My head is killing me. There’s blood in my hair. I want to fall back to the floor.
The walls and floor are smoother than concrete, but just as stern and unwelcoming. The air is musty and a thin layer of dust covers everything. The room is only furnished with a twin-sized bed and a small bookshelf.
The crisp autumn air had filled me with an uncommon sense of hope as I traversed my daily route downtown. The old brick walls of the local businesses were more welcoming than usual, and I had …show more content…
The interior of the house was in even worse condition.
There, in a now grimy sundress, I saw the love of my life.
“What the Hell is this, Emily?” She looked up at me with an animal fear in her eyes.
“You need to leave,” she mumbled “You need to leave this place and you need to forget about me and you can never come back.” manically.
“No...”
“Go! Get out!” I needed to know what was wrong, I needed to help her. I almost didn’t notice a sound slowly approaching behind me.
Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. Clomp. THUNK.
A searing pain erupted in my head. Stars fluttered across my vision and the room spun violently.
“Why do you do this!?” she screamed to a being behind me as I fell to my knees. She was sobbing now. I tried hard to lift my head and address my assailant, but a second earth-shattering impact slammed into me and threw me into unconsciousness.
So here I am. All I hear is skittering and all I feel is crawling. My eyes are worthless and vision is beginning to feel like some long-lost childhood dream. I know I should be afraid, I know I should hate myself. I can’t keep them out of my mouth anymore. But I can’t, because I know that I’d do it all over again. I love