The air is passing under me.
Everything is moving so slowly.
My body ripples in the air.
My shirt fluctuates as I move.
Cold, pretentious air.
I descend further...
My brother looking over the edge.
My gut had a feeling of spitefulness towards him but my head didn't think of anything but the beauty of my surroundings.
If these are my last moments, I'm sure going out peacefully. I hope.
I felt the pressure of the water on my back.
Slapping me like my father used to when I did something wrong when I was little.
I closed my eyes on impact.
*Awakes*
I shot up in my bed, startling all the nurses and doctors around me who were obviously worried as my heart felt like a cheetah.
"Are you okay?" The doctor asked.
I began to wheeze with the psychological feeling of pain on my back, making my lungs feel uneasy.
A wheezed and coughed a few times before a nurse passed me a cup of water.
I gulped it down like no tomorrow.
I closed my eyes tight and shook my head a few times.
A headache, seriously!
I'm so done with my body and these forsaken dreams or memories.
What ever they are! I'm done with them all!
I start to panic slightly as I saw a hand approach me.
I yelped at the sight.
Everyone looked at me like I was possessed.
The doctor told them I have been like this since I woke up the first time.
Another doctor entered the room.
"This is your psychologist." The doctor spoke worriedly.
A psychologist? Are you kidding me?
I'm sick and tired already!
And now this?
What has my life come to?
I pulled myself underneath the covers and went to sleep.
This time, I just can't be bothered with reality.
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Silence
Short StoryI feel the pressure consume me. My memories are broken. I can't trust anyone, even if I try to. Something is off, I can't control my own actions anymore. Can I put my memories back together like a puzzle or am I hopeless? Am I going to stay like th...
