Don't Catch Me!

Chapter 10 - Forever over and over again...

Chapter 10 - Forever over and over again

Falling.

I was lost. My physical form altered, my mind disembodied, and yet here I was still present.

Here I was still falling.

My rescue attempt was a failure. I mean really, what was I thinking? I wasn't thinking, OK, established that fact. I just had to save him. And now, well let's just say that International Rescue would not be calling with an offer to adopt me into the Tracey clan. Team America though... yes that was a possibility. I imagined my arms thrashing around in the air as I performed the secret signal to indicate I was in trouble, the Team America theme tune playing in the background. Ohh 'f' yeah, they would recruit me. If I had arms that is, even marionette arms would be better than this.

Falling.

I wished I could laugh. You know, a soft breathy chuckle would do. I could imagine laughter but I missed the tug of the facial muscles and the rise and fall of the chest and shoulders. I missed the tangible feedback emotions brought. I missed my body.

I wished I could cry.

I wished I could stop falling.

I wished I could go home.

Enough. That wasn't getting me anywhere. Find my inner strength. Find my reason. Yes, I had a reason to hope. I had Joel and he was presumably in here too. We were going to get through this.

A spiralling decent? Maybe.

But what was this? Was it real or was it some sort of drug induced dream? Never being inclined to take drugs I could only guess... No. Not drugs. I was alert and sharp. I was just disintegrated and floating on some sort of light beams. Again I wished I could laugh.

A tumbling decline? Possibly.

Still the question remained. Was this reality? With no skin to pinch and no fingers to pinch with, well who could tell? Maybe I was in a coma surrounded by beeping machines with my mother holding my hand patiently waiting for me to wake. No. Please not that.

But Falling, definitely.

Ohh Damn! Mum! I had left the car running with the keys in the ignition in the school car park. The door was even left open in a clear invitation to any thief within a 10 mile radius. Mum was going to kill me!

And downwards, certainly.

Well that's a point, an obvious one - was I already dead? Should I be looking for the light? My non-existent head swivelled as I scanned my surroundings. Oh, that's right I was 'the light'. Engulfed and infused within tendrils of glowing particles. Great. So maybe this was it. Maybe I was dead. If I was I wished it would get on with it. Surely this wasn't what eternity held?

Down.

No. I couldn't believe that I was dead.

Down.

I wouldn't allow myself to believe it.

Down.

It seemed that I had been plummeting for so long. I had no measure of time or space. I had nothing to judge distance or velocity with. I only had the perception that I was moving rapidly in a singular direction. I can't even tell you what gave me that impression. I just felt it.

Still Falling.

It was a smooth, friction-free, weightless even, but constant movement downwards.