INSANE ⋆ Z.M (rewriting)

1- Strange Beauty

I wake to the sound of taxis passing, footsteps treading on and groups of people carrying conversation around me.

I open my eyes. I'm in the city.

New York City.

I raise my hand to my face, rub my eyes and pull my sore back away from the bench I dozed off on.

Well, it wouldn't be the first time I've done this. I find falling asleep to the sound of the city somewhat relaxing. I can't ever sleep in my own bed so what else am I gonna do? I feel right at home in the busy noise of the streets.

I lean forward, elbows on my knees and watch strangers walk past me.

Tall strangers, short strangers, strangers with black hair, strangers with blue hair. You name it, the city's got it.. and they are all so utterly boring, though they're trying so hard not to be.

Why don't any of these people go to sleep? I ask myself, looking down at my watch.

2:02 AM.

Why don't you sleep?

"Fuck off." I mumble into my fist and roll my eyes so far up in my head I can see my brain.

The voices were being loud as hell today.

They kept asking me strange questions, criticizing people as I saw them and even making up intriguing scenarios for me to think about. It's been tiresome as hell. Maybe that's why I was able to get a little shut eye today without those god forsaken meds.

They were never this loud, the voices. On a normal day, they would only question what I'm doing, why I'm doing it or convince me to do something to hurt somebody. That's it, nothing too crazy.

Today though, at least 3 or 4 of them were pushing me to start a fight with the shady man that sat down beside me on the subway that I took to Midtown.

He's plotting against you, they said.

He's eyeing down your pockets, they said.

He's gonna fucking get you, they said.

Do something about it, they all agreed.

I couldn't deny it, though. The man had those Jeffrey Dahmer glasses and his dark eyes wandered over to me one too many times but, I had no legitimate reason to hurt him right?

But don't get me wrong.. I wouldn't hesitate to take him by the neck if he had actually tried to test me.

Suddenly bored, I stand from the silver bench and begin walking down the sidewalk, weaving through people and pushing past others. My destination? Unknown.

It won't be long now.

"What won't be?" I ask lowly, only to be answered with dark snickers and hushed whispers.

"What?" I ask again, becoming impatient with them as I always do. I hated when they wouldn't let me in on their little games.