Insanity, Alice.

The Decline

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I was still falling for what seemed like seconds minutes hours days and months my plaid shirt whipping behind me in the darkness the wind coldly hitting my face cruelly in the darkness. Nothing really happening in the darkness for what seemed like seconds, minutes, hours, days and months lots of plain bland nothingness then one second, minute, hour, day or month there was lit illuminating from the walls the candles that were nowhere to be seen the shelves that lined the walls were filled with books that were water ruined and cobweb covered the dirt walls that once would have seemed beautiful and interesting were wet and slimy the faint smell of mould portruding my nostrils as I fell chairs and sofas covered in dirt floated on nothing as I fell walls lined with jams were empty or half empty the rest of the space filled with dead and writhing insects. I was falling and I wouldn't stop.

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The falling was yet to stop inside this once beautiful and now stained hole but it felt slowly like the cold ground was nearing a gut sinking feeling like no other that soon the cold hard ground would rise to meet me like the sea meeting me to become my dancing partner in my mind I knew it was tile cold and hard and relentless tile that stung when you hit it and hurt even more at speed. In my head I knew that the tile was old now and chipped and sharp that I would land in a room I knew had been once polished but now old in ruins as time weighed down on it like the gravity slowly pushing me towards the cold inevitable tile. I knew where I would land I knew it would hurt I just didn't know how I knew.

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The feelings was fear thick and deep in the pit on my gut as my body crumbled into the ground like a sack of potatoes the world went white then black with a sickening crack of flesh and bone meats hard, cold, chipped and broken relentless tile.

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