Two-Minds

Part 2

My bare feet are standing on a cracked concrete floor. The surrounding is hiding behind a black veil. Only silhouettes tell me that I'm in a big hall. Filled with shadows of big containers are all around me.

I feel so small. Like an unimportant bug in a world full of reptiles. A sharp breeze hits me, feels like daggers dancing on my skin. Breath in, breath out. Breath in. Smelling the raging ocean and another, undefined dust.

The metallic scent is getting stronger. My curiosity getting fueled by it. I start walking. One step after another. My legs are heavy and every step is a burden. All this seems like walking through a muddy swamp and I'm stuck in the dark mess up to my waist.

I keep going. I wanna understand. I need to. The mud starts to rise up in a fast manner. So Im here. Trying to get out. Struggling, fighting. Screaming and crying. Fighting to survive. Fighting against the staining thick liquid that surrounds my trembling body. It rises. It doesn't stop. The more I struggle,  the faster my heart beats. The faster my mind races, the faster I will desperately drown in here. It reached my chin and panic overflows my senses. Right before Im completely covered I gasp for air.

Now. Everything is dark. Dark and endless. I cannot move. My body is frozen and immovable. My lungs burn with passion. I feel like I'm stuck on a carussel thats turning way to fast and will never reach its destination. Shiny stars and lighting starts to appear everywhere. Little explosions of fear. I'm being stabbed with razor sharp knives at least that's what it seems like. Blood rushes through my ears and I hear a high pitched screaming sound. My limbs are getting numb until I stop feeling them.

This is it. That's my end.

The fear, the pain everything surrounds me, crushes onto me. I feel the need to breath in but I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't. My mouth drops open. Dirt and what likes flowing iron enters my mouth, my nose and lastly my desperate lungs.

And I fall. Fall deeper and deeper. Lightning flashes around me. It's turning and twisting. Shaping my fears. Fighting the anger. My body plunges to the ground and I lay.

It's warm and rose-scented. I open my weary  eyes. It's lit up and foggy. I'm laying on the floor of my shower. Body shaking, trembling from anxiety and pain. I still taste the iron like liquid and the realization hits me. Its my blood. I must've bitten my lip.

No other explanation.
But something is different.