The Terror #wattys2017 #TNTHorrorContest

Ten...A Single Dot

       " Trying to sleep, to forget my surroundings and what's going on with the fire, it's only the drugs, it's only the drugs, I wish I had never taken this drug, I think I damaged my brain, insane, insane, insane, losing my mind! Eyes closed, beautiful floaters again, concentrate on the beautiful colors.  Heart pounding in my ears, I feel like I'm being pushed out of my body. Oh the beauty of the floaters, they look like neon Cheerios all lining up, kinda cute, they have personality."

        I lay in the dark watching the neon Cheerios line up. I begin to feel and hear my heart rate calm and am no longer inundated with the intrepid pounding in my ears.  In fact, I find that it is particularly silent, a peacefulness came over me as I watched the Cheerios display themselves, putting on a play just for me.  They swirl and jump and dance and my I am entrapped with the magic of the show.  I forget where I am and all else that has happened. That thing which I am, has become concentrated upon the spectacle before me.

        Presently one of the rows of the Cheerios has formed a Samba line, a Centipede that has formed from the center of my brain and made a line to the very edge of my perception.  The line forms slowly around the edge, like a picture frame with all the dots tied together following the leader as it circumnavigates the edge.  Soon, all the dots have been used from the center and as the Samba line grows a new dot appears at the end of the line.  It does this in an unending line around the edge with each revolution making the center smaller and smaller and the frame larger, row by row.  Still, there is no time and the only perception I have is the following of this psychedelic vision before me. I feel as though I am a disembodied, invisible, a being hanging in space and becoming a part of the show.

        The dots of every color in the universe continue their path until all that's left is room for the very last Cheerio in the very center. Like a carpet of living color shimmering in the darkness, I feel happy again, contented in a way I have never known before.  I feel as though I could exist here, just me and the carpet of color into infinity. Then something strange happens; The farthest outside row disappears with a "click" sound, like that of steel balls clicking together in a Newtons Cradle.

        This is only interesting.... nothing more

        Another clack, as a second row of dots vanish from the edge, then a third and a fourth, "Click...clack....click.

        I begin to contemplate this new aspect of my beautiful carpet.  I wonder what beautiful, wonderful thing will happen next. "Click, clack ,click," A few more rows and I notice that the new border from wince the colors disappear is the absolute blackest black I have ever seen. There is no trace of any color or shadow, just black with a depth of darkness I have never known.

        Panic once again tickles at the edges and I will myself back into my body, back to a reality that I am familiar with.  "Click, click, clack" The clicking increases in speed and the darkness grows larger and larger. I'm paralyzed with fear and cannot make my body move. "CLICK CLACK CLICK!!!  The clicking is louder with each click, faster and faster.  The clicking, the colors, the blackness.  Something in me knows if the last bit of color goes and leaves me in the harrowing blackness that I will not live to see another day. Heart pounding again, "CLICK CLACK" 

               Only one tiny blue dot left in the center of the black, this is death, I know it. I must find a light. My body goes into auto pilot and somehow without my willing it, claws at my eyes, but the inside of the car is still dark. I am surrounded by blackness the depth of which should never be known by men. The one single mesmerizing dot hanging in the inky pitch of black and it's going to blink out leaving me in this blackness forever...