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Onetwothreefour |
| Written by Dylan | |
| Tuesday, 24 June 2008 | |
You hear music playing a familiar tune, something jaunty, something to dance to, something wholly unsettling that makes you wince. One step. Two steps. Stop. Calm down, take a breath. You're panting. Deep breaths. Better. Three steps. Four steps. Regret for doing this at all fills you like - A rapist to his victim? -greasy food from the restaurant down the street. The music is making you panic. Another deep breath. You gaze onto the shelf, it is littered with strange things. Micky Mouse in an SS uniform. Book in weird language. French? Italian? Greek? You try to quiet the voices in your head. They seem so much louder in here don't they? So much more real. You stop yourself. Good idea, you're thinking strange things. Keep going. Five steps. Six steps. Music stops, as does your heart. You fall from shock. You baby It's ok, just get back up. You do. Something on your hand causes you to raise it. You've cut yourself, you look down, looking to see what cut you. Something moves, it isn't you. Keep it together your acting crazy. Pretty crazy in here isn't it? Yup. Pretty darned crazy in here isn't it? No need to worry, the cuts not deep. Is the cut what you're worried about? What about the things moving? What things moving. Nothing moved, other than you. Not very fast mind you. Take a few more steps. You need to move faster. You agree. With who? Who else is here? Nobody. Again you agree. Seven steps. Eight stpes. Careful, something there. You maneuver around something you can't quite see. It's getting hard to see Getting a little harder to see isn't it? Light from outside isn't going to cut it. You get out a flashlight. Handy-dandy little thing Handy-dandy little thing isn't it? You agree again. You can see better now. You turn around to an obstucted path to the door Wasn't there something there? Nothing there. Keep going. You keep going. Nine steps. Ten steps. Now there really wasn't anything to be afraid of. Eleven steps. Twelve steps. Please please get out now Thirteen ste- You stop, you're scared again. You're fine. You're hearing voices Please please get out Please please get out Please please- You're fine. You're fine. Come now, you're going to be late. You hate being late. You hate being late. You hate being late. Fourteen steps. Fifteen steps. Sixteen steps. Took you long enough. What's with that look? You begin to breathe heavily. Stop. You can't stop. You're so scared. PLEASE GET OUT, PLEASE GET OUT NOW I just don't understand why you're so scared. GET OUT Fifteen steps. Fourteen steps. Thirteen steps. Why are you leaving? Stop. Twelve steps. Eleven steps. Ten steps. Nine steps. STOP. Eight steps. Seven steps. Six steps. I am warning you. MAYBE WE SHOULD STOP? You're dying here, you can barely breathe. LET'S STAY A LITLE WHILE JUST TO CATCH OUR BREATH. Five steps. Four steps. Three steps. Last warning. Two steps. LET'S JUST STAY A WHILE. One ste- Copyright 2008 Dylan |
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