The Battle of a Tainted Mind

Work In Progress

      It wasn't, or at least couldn't have been, long after I was drawing; sketching the curve of his jaw, the fullness of his bottom lip, that I found myself downtown. Away from the building, away from the masses of people. But... how did I get myself here? The last thing I remember was outlining his sharp nose with the aid of a graphite pencil.

     I glanced momentarily downwards at my heavy steps; somehow my legs were carrying me, but I wasn't the commander of this action. I wanted so desperately, yet for no apparent reason, to have knowledge of the time but each time I tried bringing my eyes to the face of my watch, my brain wouldn't process the command. I felt paralysed but I wasn't. I felt numb. I felt as though my bloodstream were replete with novocaine and there was nothing I could do about it. I was somebody's puppet. I was helpless.

     Nobody was around me. Not a person, vehicle, not even the faintest whisper of a ghost. At least, I couldn't see them. I could hear the yelling of a child, "Look, mommy!" I could hear the cars and the passing traffic chaotically rushing by me. I could hear it. It was like watching a movie with no picture; I could hear all of the actions but I could only guess what what was happening. I heard a bicycle pass me by, I think, and I jolted at the unexpected whir. But nothing. Blank. I couldn't see a moving thing. I could hear all of this, but I could not see it. I felt dazed and confused as the wind pushed itself vigorously against my face, but the wind did not disturb my ears. I could hear all but the wind, and my own sullen footsteps - but I was sure both were real.

     My tired legs continued to carry me as the sky grew colder and darker with time approaching dark hour. I noticed the shining of headlights along the phantom infested road, yet still no vehicles were visible. As I crossed the road, was I nearly the victim of a horrific traffic accident? I don't know. Maybe. I couldn't see the causes of all of this sounds; all I could see was the landscape of trees, roads and buildings. How could I be sure that I was hearing anything correctly and maybe my sight was fine? Either way, something was wrong. I looked left, I looked right, but there was nothing for me to see and the diminuendo  of all sounds was playing on my mind. I did manage to to get across unharmed, but was it luck despite my lack of belief?

     Soon, I was left with no sounds. It was merely this deserted ghost town, and me. Alone - or so I felt. Not even my shadow dared to accompany me, there was no longer comfort to be sought from shining headlights. I felt as though I was trapped in a nightmare - or rather, a dream - a fantasy. Solitude. I felt my legs become unsteady as though I were getting ready to be swallowed up into a hole in the world. A hole ready to open up and steal me from this Earth and of course, nobody would notice. 

     Then, black. Another twenty minutes of my day disappeared as I found myself standing at the steps to my house. The door opened and I entered. How long was I standing there? I wondered, but my ability to recall seemed to have been diminished. I wandered around in a perfect trance, unsure of myself and my surroundings. What was real, and what wasn't?

Author's Note

Do you feel this is a concept worth pursuing? Maybe should I scrap this to start over with a fresh take on the concept?

Reviews

[SweetNutmeg]

This is a concept worth pursuing. I am full of questions about what happens next, and I feel sympathy for the person as well.

The second to last sentence is present tense. Was that a mistake?

[Ren Black]

Thank you very much. Also, thank you for pointing that out, it was a mistake.

[Laminators Dubai]

why is this writing is talking to me?
its amazing!!!!!! psycho and dark and just the right wordings....candy for this kid.....
thanks for sharing this awesome write!^^
glitchy

[Ren Black]

Thank you so much!