Dustin walked the cobblestone street in search of something he couldn't find. He could here voices in his head. They were leading him some where. He would stumble and gasp for air as if he didn't cooperate he would die. The voices in his head were shouting curse words some were very unpleasant to here. He fell to the ground holding his head. Nothing could stop these voices. He tried to stand up but he fell back down horribly. Panting for air he held on to the curb. He got his balance and slowly got up. The voices were gone.
