I feel contiminauted, I feel lost, wrapped in caution tape, lights flashing, people mubling and whsipering to themselves, I feel like I'm on a pedistole,
I feel like all eyes are on me, as the whispers getting louder, I feel myself getting smaller, as the shadows of the people, who were once just talking about me, start
to disappear, I see myself trying to run, I see myself trying to hide, from all these people, who I don't know, the whsipers turn to screams
I watch there heads turn back and fourth as they search anxiously, some on there knees, others using those vicious flashing lights, the screams
continue to get louder and louder, I start to feel paralyzed, as my mind screams at me, I'm screaming at me, I close my eyes, as this flash of light
glares through my closed eyelids, I open my eyes shielding them from the glaring light, once my vison is fully reinstated, I see myself in the mirror, well
who, I would conisder to be me, I no longer know, I watch as the person I see in the mirror reach to touch, its lifeless face, this person this ship of flesh and bones
and pulsing blood, lifeless, thoughtless, I start to wonder if this me, is this what they see, I close my eyes again, I awaken in a hospital room
IVs everywhere, each stabbed somewhere in my lifeless body, this time unable to move, I close my eyes, and whisper, I feel contimintaed I feel lost,
wrapped in caution tape.
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Cycle
Mystery / ThrillerRemembering is the hardest thing to do, but reliving the same day over and over, is just something I can't do.