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,𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒘
𝕿eeth, Two and a half, trunk, girl,
They proceeded within the boy's mind subsequently at a moderate pattern. Replaying themselves in the farther profundity of his cerebrum. Over and over it ricocheted; like a small rousing counting rhyme.
Then it quickened; merging the words into one.
Teethtwoandahalftrunkgirl!
It was as if he were sat inside a car while staring to a variety of distinct trees that passed through his vision- and then as the vehicle sped up; the once distinct trees composed a messy and confusing myriad of green and golden hues.
Twoandahalfgirltrunkteeth!
The speed reached a point where it felt unbearable for the brain to process. Each word was ripped, fragmented into tiny bits of puzzle, then re-clustered into an array of nonsense. Like a stuck tape, it looped in a wild and mad fashion. Mad enough to blow someone's head like a juicy water-lemon hit with a hammer.
Tirlholfwatgruntandaheek!
But then, the words faded as miscellaneous sounds made their entrance. The rustling of leaves against a soft breeze, the whistling of the wind as it slipped through the cracks. Yet, another concordance of dull whack came at widely spaced intervals. It was inward. Like a mad fist was bumping against a punch bag, the noises drummed heavily. For some obscure reasons, they felt strange and brand new.
Boom, boom, boom. It turned harsher and louder creating a wave of tremor as it scoured down his whole frame. But stillness lingered over his members restraining them like plaster that remained rigid as a piece of wood. The sonorities faded in the haze and blackness overpowered. A pause. But then, the fist backed away gathering momentum.
BOOM!
The fist freed itself from his rib cage. Like electroshocks sending a rush of volts through his bloodstream, his torso jerked upward briskly. Mounting up to the air as though it were catching back the boy's soul as it attempted to exit from his sternum.
His eye shot open.
A cerulean blueness fired to life in the midst of an empty white desert. Like a switch flaring on a bulb it's been linked to, his lashes wet and heavy like lead fluttered together haphazardly. A harsh and dry gulp followed by the venting noises coming from an erratic and unsteady breath sounded loudly round the stillness dominating the atmosphere. And every breath filled the hollows like clouds filling the sky.
White. All he could lay an eye on was the bright light that blinded his sight.
One question resounded in the back of his head. Which oddly ticked over and over.
