𝐌𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 are obscured by the darkness of my lids. Something is bothering me, and I'm not sure what it is. Is what I'm remembering accurate? As I take in the facts around me, I ask myself this question and make a true guess. The sensation of swarming of heads gradually emerges. Making me feel as if I'm being suffocated. I make an effort to move; I strive to open my eyes. However, I am unable to do so. I'm not able to! I can't move my hands, arms, or feet for some reason, and I can't even rotate my finger joints. This form of body language comes to me as something I've seen recently. This could be a reaction to pure stimulation, or it could be a physiological malfunction. It's possible that this is exactly what I'm thinking. Is it possible that I've been kidnapped?!
I'm experiencing a severe tremor in my gut. where you're aware that you're being pursued. No way, I reasoned, I'm too intelligent for that. I'm an AP student at the university, where I take college and masterclasses. Defense classes are provided. and gaining control of the secrets of the human brain. I am aware that this is correct. How. If I'm not dreaming, I'm being kidnapped.
that I'm smart enough to see things from a different point of view.
I command my brain to start hyperventilating. Then, at the very last instant, relax to allow the blood to flow freely. I'm deceiving my body into thinking there's nothing wrong with it. I'm putting all of my might and willpower towards bringing my body's exterior surroundings back into focus. Something comes back as I'm attempting to capture the flow, and I have a feeling it's not a good comeback. A smidgeon. Feeling. Someone brushed a figure along the length of my arm. I'm unable to open my eyes and can only sense my surroundings. That one's touch—-that one's touch.
I've been touched by someone.
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Mistério / SuspenseThe world around her seems to crumble. It wasn't something that just happens to anyone. But her. . .It seems like its normally the daily based thing. Until. . .?