Seizing Freedom

Tyler

Even though I seized in front of a shit ton of people, got taken away in an ambulance, and had to spend two hours in a hospital for no good reason, it was still the best night of my life.

Waking up the next morning stiff and sore sucked until Mike told me Neil stopped by earlier to drop off some stuff the event staff sent with him before he left.

Apparently they felt bad and thought I got hurt when I fell so they gave us a bunch of free merch. I think they were just more concerned that I would make a complaint or blame them for something.

Whatever, I'm not complaining.

Monday morning Neil asks me how I'm doing as soon as we get to the shop.

"I'm fine, was still worth it." I state and he chuckles.

"Do you even remember the concert?"

"Are you kidding me? That's something I'll never forget." I insist before heading to the back.

I pop in my headphones and put on some music before organizing the shelves and making room for the new stock that's coming tomorrow.

The back room used to be so open and only had a few shelves lining the far wall but now it's getting to look a lot more like a mini warehouse. There's multiple shelves lined up on one side holding the inventory and a couple tables and stands of drawers that hold all the labels and packaging for online orders on the other side. There's only a small space that's open in the far corner and the middle of the room where we unload the boxes when they come.

The shelves are always starting to look bare by Monday as I pull all the old stock and put it out front to make room for the new stuff.

It doesn't take me long to clear all the bottom shelves before I grab the step stool and move to the top. I start tossing bags into the basket and realize it got quiet all of a sudden.

The music's gone and the bags aren't making a crinkling noise when I grab them.

Fuck me.

At least I can still notice that.

I grab the shelf and try to move my foot to step off the stool but it's like it's glued in place.

I blink hard and try to focus my eyes through the fog but all I see is my hand start to shake before it takes over completely.

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I try to open my eyes but the pain in my head makes it next to impossible. Every movement sending a stabbing pain through my skull.

Somethings pressing on my head. It's increasing the pressure and I want to get it off.