𐌔𐌕𐌀𐌕𐌉𐌂 𝙎𝙀𝙍𝙀𝙉𝙄𝙏𝙔

What These Hands Can Do

Everything around me spun in a thick, dizzying fog. I felt like I was caught in some sort of daze, like being drunk at a party. Overwhelmed by the senses with the constant, muffled bass of music coming from another room. There was noise, yet no distinction could be found regarding my surroundings

My vision was indistinct, shrouded in some sort of glossy haze, as if I peered through a fogged window. I felt like I was in some sort of daze-like state from being drunk at a party where almost everything would be too much for me to handle, with an omnipresent muffled bass of some upbeat tune from another room. 

There was noise, yet there wasn't any distinction regarding my surroundings.

Using what little strength I had, I mustered what was left to support myself. Still face-down on some cold, solid surface, my skin scraped against the rough terrain, bringing painful cuts and abrasions up onto my elbows.

Ye no, moving so soon was a bad Idea! Immediately after the move a sharp pain pierced the sides of my torso. It was as if I was being torn apart and sown back together backwards.

A wave of nausea surged through me with the abrupt shift in position, which only worsened my already considerable disorientation. I swallowed hard, the effort to keep my composure only amplifying the sour taste of bile that was rising from the back of my throat.

The room spun faster and faster, as if I were teetering on the edge of a black hole, being inexorably drawn toward its centre. I felt the deep, gravitational pull tugging me down,

down,

down.

It was increasingly hard to keep my eyes open, like there was some sort of glue not allowing them to open any wider than a squint.

Where am I... ?

What happened... ?

My eyes stung uncontrollably, as though I were staring directly at the sun or blinding hospital fluorescent lights.

As the fogginess started to clear from my head I gained back some more of my consciousness.

A tidal wave-panic hit me like it would have; my heart was racing at an alarming rate. My breath came in short and uneven gasps as I struggled to make sense of what lay around.

The only comparison that comes close to relating my feelings is that of an abandoned child in a crowded store. Disoriented, alone, and desperate for any clue about where I was or how I might get home safely.

Whispers and a cacophony of voices cut through my mind, an unexplainable ringing I could have sworn was around me. 

An indecipherable symphony of fear and urgency.

Need to get out. Need to go. Not safe. Bad, bad. Not safe, need to run. Run. Run. Need to get out.

My muscles tensed instinctively. My eyes squeezed shut, and I jerked back, my shoulders hunching as if trying to shield myself from an invisible blow. 

My breath caught in my throat, and I could feel my heart pounding wildly in my chest. The sudden, unexpected sensation made me shudder, a sharp, involuntary reflex that I couldn't control.

Each piercing whisper seemed to amplify my fear, making it impossible to focus on anything but the relentless noise. 

I crouched as close as I could to the cold, unyielding brick wall of a tall building. Its shadows reached out ominously onto the concrete below. My head bounced off the rough surface, jolting me into one very short, painfully clear moment amidst chaos.