Hazardous

V. Mind Blown. Or, Well... Eaten

|  Steph  |

My legs push my body up the stairs to my apartment, too much energy in my system to stand and wait for the elevator, as well as wildly impatient. I scale the long stretch of stairs with inhuman speed, despite obviously being extremely ill.

Instead of waiting to grab my keys and unlocking the door, I simply run straight into it, knocking it off of its hinges with the loud cracking of splitting wood and metal hinges clattering on the floor, the door itself making falling with a loud, resonating boom.

I'm too out of it to take any note of what I just did. I make a run for the bathroom, heaving up into the sink because I don't have enough time to make it to the toilet. My vomit doesn't look normal; it's an odd color... almost a dark reddish purple. Definitely not anything I ate recently.

My stomach growls, in the most "agressive" way a stomach can growl, which is the only way I can describe the noise that came from my body... ew.

It's like something takes ahold of my body, and I have no control over it. My legs rush me to the kitchen, where I throw open my pantry, grabbing food out but not eating any of it. Everything I see makes me feel sick, like it's inedible or something.

One I've thrown everything out of my pantry, drawers, shelves, I move to the fridge and freezer, when I find some frozen raw ground beef that I plan to make tacos with later this week. I quickly rip off the plastic casing, and take a large bite of the frozen raw meat.

Immediately, I gag it back up, regurgitating the disgusting meat onto my counter. I begin to cough, trying to clear my system of all the meat. Great. I'll probably get salmonella or some shit on top of all of this.

What is this... repulsive substance? It doesn't taste like brains...

I yelp, spinning around, looking for whoever just said that, however there's nobody there. My apartment is completely alone.

It's either a relatively deep woman's voice, or a high-pitched guy. It's got those sort of scratchy undertones to it, like when you get sick sometimes and you lose your voice, but in a powerful, not-sick way.

Either way, I'm beyond freaked.

"Fuck, fuck fuck fuck. I think I'm dying. I think I'm going insane and I'm going to die here." I clutch my head, sinking to the ground, mumbling to myself.

Instead of sitting there, though, my body seems to have other plans. I stand back up, and walk out my doorway, stepping on my door that I knocked down on my way into my apartment.

Instead of walking down the stairs, I begin to run towards the railing.

"Wait... wait no, no! Stop! Stop!!!" I scream at myself, trying to stop, but im already sprinting towards the railing.

When I reach it, it's like my world suddenly shows down; I reach out and grab the railing, pushing my body over the old rusty bars, and free fall for 4 floors, before landing on the balls of my feet without a scratch on my body.

"What the actual fuck?" I whisper, looking at myself, and then around me to see if anyone witnessed the total badassery of what I just did. Unfortunately, nobody was there to witness my stunt.

Suddenly remembering my immense hunger, my legs move on their own according again, pushing me through the front doors of my complex and out onto the LA streets.