Planes

All noise. Screams, the pounding of drums mixed with the clanging in my head. I felt my self rising, higher and higher, until the light and sound hit me all at once. It's too much. The clanging got louder. I can't breath. I can't breath. Someone steps in my view holding my shoulders. It's just a silhouette. A blurry outline standing in front of me.

"Mate, you alright?" It asks, I shake my head and stumble backwards. My hands are shaking, my limbs exhausted. I can't breath. I can't breath. I can feel the sweat dripping down my face but don't have the strength to wipe it away. I close my heavy eye lids and can feel the darkness welcoming me. Saying, here Harry. Come, it's quite. Come you can rest. I succumb to it with ease.