My contemplations were racing and my vision was hazy. I had to get out. The morphed, distorted drone of dystopian society ringed in my ear, obscuring all of my senses. I had to get out. When confronted with a seemingly difficult decision, society prides itself in choosing the best, most beneficial decision. Or does it? Here I am, poised, heart frantic, eyes focused. Focused on what exactly? I'm not too certain. My fingers innately traced the perimeter of the cold, metallic object situated in my bitter, porcelain hands. I could feel the tepid, merciless beads of sweat slowly trickling down the sides of my face however, I didn't feel obliged to remove the newly formulated perspiration with my sleeve. Sweat is appropriate for the current matter at hand.
For the first time I altered my orientation and observed my obscure surroundings. Darkness. Have I lost all sense of sanity? Curious but trepidatious, I stalked too the left side of the room. The melancholic atmosphere had ceased to change but I could see something consisting of finer detail. It resembled a hole. A gap in sanity. I hastily loomed closer, hands naturally extending to make contact with the mysterious gap. Too my dismay, no matter how close I got or how much I perceived that I was in close enough proximity to make contact with the gap, I felt nothing. I suddenly got an understanding of my purpose. I had to get out but I couldn't get out. My very best efforts were pitiful and wasted. The glimmering, flamboyant metallic object in my hands portrayed more empathy and meaning than it did previously. That would be the nice option. The better option. I knew it. I could try to argue with my own intuition but it really was the pleasant option.
I couldn't be too sure if my mind was creating it's very own perception of how the actions originally unfurled. It wasn't significant. My mind, my indecorous, twisted mind is a part of me. Without feeling compelled to stop, my outstretched arm progressed unceremoniously to the right side of my head. The coldness of the robust metal pressing against my skin sent further contemplations spiralling within my solemn head. I accepted my inevitable fate.
My prolonged descension to the ground beneath me portrayed various representations of a different life. Was this where I was heading? Finally, I hit the ground and I could feel the impact. I was more alive than ever. I had gotten out. Out of mind, out of life, Out.
A|N: I felt the urge to write so without planning or even much thought, I wrote this. A bit disconcerting really, whoops. Sorry for the short length, then again, it is a SHORTstory. I hope you enjoy this, I am going to try to write a lot more on here, perhaps a longer piece of writing? Goodbye!
