The Beginning Of Thomas. The Ending Of Normality

Part III.

August 28th 2015

Hello Again.
Nice to see you again.
Hello...
How are you today?

*Gasp for air*
*Heavily breathing*

Everything is normal. My walls are stretched. Everything is far away. Everything is.... I don't know.
Everything is role reversed. I feel. Free.
As if the puppet master has just... gone.
Stopped his game.

Something may have actually happened for the best of me. It feels odd but feels good. I can experience things that I want and not be manipulated and controlled like a toy or be under the demand of some... thing.

I left my room and things are normal.
I smell bacon coming up the staircase and hearing the radio playing good songs for once. Songs that are familiar and I know. I come closer to the kitchen and I am greeted by my mother. She is standing there in here favourite dress, she never usually wears it unless it is a special occasion. But what is happening?  I take my bacon roll and go back up stairs. I close my door and just sit and think of what is going on.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Just thinking. Wanting this to be it.

I just sat and thought about stuff. What had been happening for the past 3 weeks, or maybe longer. I've stopped counting, stopped caring.
It seemed to have gone on long enough. Longer than I can cope with.
But why?
How?
Who?

This can't be normal. It doesn't feel normal.
Help Me.
Please help me.

My mind is playing tricks on me. He.... He is toying with my mind.
*Scribbles*

*Gasp for air*
*Reaches for my book*
(It's moved from where it was)

I didn't write this. I don't remember writing it.
My head is pounding. I can feel each thud. Again and again.
I don't smell bacon anymore. I just smell the plain smell of medicine.
The radio is nothing but static.
My walls are closer.
Everything is dark.

I can hear voices in the static.
Hello there. I know who you are. I know what you've been through. I know....
*muffles*
I am the one. I am....
*Radio turns off*

What am I in. What have I been put in.
Is that the puppet master?
Is he the controller?
Can he be the answer?
Will he answer my requests?

*Gasp*

The radio is off.
There is the faint smell of my mums perfume in the air playing with my nostrils.
I can hear footsteps but no one is home.
I can feel something tugging my shirt but nothing is in my room.
I bolt up and open my window, swing open my door and run down stairs. Put on my shoes and leave the house.

I ran and ran. I didn't know where but I kept on running.
Running away from the strings.
Running away from "him".
Running away from myself.
Running away from....
Everything.
But I wish I can stay away. Not get dragged back time and time again.
Go away and stay away.

The people that I tried to run away from last time just starer and were confused.
The buildings went past one after the other. But looked no different to the last one. In a cement forest.
My worries staying with me no matter the distance.

I want it to all go. Go for good.
Go and never come back.
I want to go. Go forever.
Go and never come back.

But "he" won't let me. "It" is keeping me here. Dragging my back every step I take. Not letting go. Not caring. Not giving up on my torture. Continuing to torment me. Finding endless entertainment from my harassment.

I don't like what is happening. Everything is everywhere. But not where it shouldn't be. Not in its usual place. Not where I know it to be. Not where I like it to be.
Scattered on the floor like a jigsaw puzzle at Christmas. Left as all attention is deviated to something else.

I don't want to be here.
If only you could help.
Please can you help.

He's here.
He's back.
I can feel his presence.
I know he is watching.
He is waiting to temper with me.

Plea...