Basketcase

Chapter 42

"Drop your bag," he insisted. Wide eyed, my stare shifted unsteady towards him. His body suddenly thrusting upon me, a hot breath landing dewy droplets at the end of my cheek and ear, my body retreating. "Drop it," he huffed. A tight breath sucked in, my fingers spread open and the bag dropped, rolling on its side. The lax obscure grip stiffened round my wrist and yanked me further from the elevator doors and ploughed through another. A dull grey tainted my sights, soon finding stairs beneath me. "We are not done talking," the voice echoed above and beneath me. His stature turned and racing in motion.

The blades of his back stiffened, outlining of his torso through the delicate sheet draped over his mindlessly moving figure. Feet cycling onward with focus like a military march. His back foot lifted up revealing a small circle band-aid, the red droplet sticking out like a sore thumb against hot flesh and tactile grey. Grey. Grey walls, grey floor. Grey stairs. Moisture grew scare among my inner cheeks, my tongue coarsely forced back moisture to the back of my mouth. To the left, another wall in closed in, my arm punched the air near it causing a sway in my weight. I shook my head furiously, my feet launched forward, fading up the steps. Stop... The corner drew near, my head jerked left, Grey... My teeth clenched, slipping a dry swallow slowly down the back of the throat. Glancing down, my very fingers deemed impotent, quivering movements consuming control. Tension curling each extremity inward repelling and resisting against an invisible force. Reclaiming my arms, reckless waves came into motion swiping a meters worth of space in front of me. Water glossed over, twinkles of warm light meshed with grey upon grey upon grey. Get out... A coolness breeze over trickles on my cheeks. Let me out... Round and round and round. Up, up, up. Eye closed, silence flooded in bringing a faded orange light and a burst of light salted air.

A brief skin scuffing, ripped my eyes wide open. My arms retreating inward, cradling a finger. A bright glistening yellow brought warmth to my cheeks. The twinkling sight slow dispersed, fading in and out on the generic flat landscape. Hysteric breaths seized my lungs, my hands clasping to the nearest stable surface. My eyes darted left and right with a crazed twitching every other blink. A sudden conscious feeling of gravity began sinking in baring the equivalency of a whale and several elephants. My body hunched down pressing into wall. The clothes on my back bunched up midway above my stomach, welcoming a surge of heat pressing into my bareback. Glossing over the broad flatland, focus cleared to a beaming wall of bricks, stacked with slabs of cement. Weakness within me, my fingers came to have a mind of their own weaving between the stone.