"Uuuuggghhh", I moaned as I attempted to sit up. My body felt stiff, sore. But that wasn't why I had moaned. Something was off, there was a terrible smell surrounding me, noises everywhere, insatiably loud, and my head was pounding from the mix of the two. To make it worse, the whole word was clearer, sharper. It shouldn't have been. There was dust everywhere, commotion, other people wondering around, grunting and groaning, I watched one of the children I had been playing with walk into and then through a portion of the jungle gym. Okay, I needed to get home. Now.
As I ran home, I witnessed things I'll never forget, things that should have been left in the silver screen. With my seemingly enhanced vision, I saw it all, expending no detail. Aside from the sensory overload that made my head feel like it was going to melt, I had to listen to anyone who stopped long enough to look at me, and scream or gasp in astonishment, before running away. What was wrong with me?
When I finally got home, I stumbled up the stairs of the apartment complex, I was afraid to take the elevator; didn't want to hear any more of those earsplitting shrieks. Just before I got to our door, I was knocked to my butt by a door to the nose. Instead of an ow, or a yelp, I instinctively let out something between a snarl and a growl. Like an animal. There, looking down at me, was my neighbor, a girl my sisters age, named Sarah. Just like everyone else, she looked startled, but didn't scream or run away. She regained her composure and asked:
"Ty? Tyson is that you?"
"Who the hell else would I be?" I asked in a nasally voice, holding my nose.
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After the Sky Bled
Teen FictionWW3 took it's toll. Follow the story from the point of view of a young man in desperate times, taking what one could very well call desperate measures.
