Chapter One
Confiding in a paper bag, my troubles appeared to be extinguished by what I would usually call liquid happiness. However, now, it wasn't happiness. It was a sedative. I'd been having such a wonderful day of events that I took the opportunity to add to the excitement by running nonchalantly across an empty freeway, waving, as cars slowly drove past me. The afternoon's humidity in addition to the occasional smirking passerby complemented my pleasant mood. Who am I kidding? Today could be described perfectly as fabulously tragic. While I sat there, pity was the last thing I wanted. I could care less about the people walking past me and their dirty thoughts being emitted by their fake smiles. There was nothing I wanted more than to just pass out and end up in a freezer. Maybe then I'd feel at home. Well, whatever home was. The bench gradually started to feel as uncomfortable as my own mind was, so I got up. Staggering and falling every couple seconds, I felt no need to hold my stance. My mind had already given up on pain, so the ground constantly scraping away the skin on my exposed body meant nothing to me. I didn't care anymore.
As darkness slowly encroached on the evening sky, a solitary voice seemed to envelope the atmosphere. I'm not sure how, but it managed to get through me ignoring everything else. It fascinated my ears and somehow stimulated my senses enough to move my body towards it, even in the state of drunkeness I had graced upon myself. It took a while, but literally before I knew it, I was there. I fell half unconscious before whatever the sound was coming from, humming a tune I did not know.
Within seconds my humming had elapsed the remainder of my strength and I was out cold. When I awoke, there was nothing but the stench of possibly my own urine, and the sound of cats fighting in the distant darkness. The sound that had called out to me was completely gone. Which led me to wonder if there was any sound at all. I couldn't remember anything from what I had seen, or if I had seen anything in the first place. My body was still numb from the alcohol and from the cars that seemed to enjoy playing foosball with me. My head however, felt like it was about to implode as well as explode at the same time.The skin on my nose was grated off from what I could only remember as me making friends with the asphalt ground. My eyes felt heavier than ever, but they were of no use.
The only light that I could distinguish was that of the moon. I had no clue as to what time it was but it didn't matter. Every one of my attempts at getting up or even crawling led to me kissing the ground in the most unappealing way possible. I laid there, for countless hours hoping for a ray of light to give my back my sight, but nothing. The darkness that I had enjoyed before had come torment me. The outside world had become much like the inside of my eyelids as the moon eventually deserted me.
My peeling skin had began to burn after a few hours. I felt heat but saw no sun. The night slowly gained sound and by then, I had built up enough momentum and energy to actually get myself off the ground. I could hear chuckles and statements of disgust speed past me in the darkness. My clothes were now stained with something more than just what my body had let out involuntarily, I just couldn't figure out what. I tried to call out to the rushing voices but I could barely even hear myself. It made no sense. I was obviously still unconscious. That would be the only way to explain the heat that was lashing against my skin in this darkness. Either that or my mind was lost, the voices were all in my head.
I attempted to navigate my way around the park in the darkness, but after a few seconds I heard a screeching noise and immediately found myself numb again. Something had hit me. Something that preferred me laying flat on the ground had forced me back to the same spot I was in before. I writhed around for a bit, but there was no pain. As my body settled, I heard numerous voices and footsteps quickly approaching. There was still no light. I saw nothing but a slight illumination in the darkness.
This body that seemed so heavy before had a sudden jolt of what could only be called adrenaline. At this moment the pain all came back. I could feel every single cut from head to toe as if it was now happening. My muted voice broke through weakness and screamed till my lungs were empty. I continued to writhe in pain with pieces of the damaged asphalt floor forging itself into my back and neck. I felt another jolt, causing my body to shoot up onto its feet. And almost involuntarily, I was running in a random direction, still stumbling every couple seconds I might add. I was at a complete loss as to what was happening to me.
After about ten seconds of my body forcing itself to run for some reason, I was dizzy. I had to do something but I couldn't even see. The world had shut me out, and I was afraid. Eventually, I couldn't run anymore. In complete exhaustion I leaned to the left hoping that I would atleast get something sturdy. Unfortunately, it was someone. Someone sturdy enough to shove me in the opposite direction. My fumbling legs hit something hard and I toppled over a concrete step. I was practically dunked into water. There I laid, head submerged about one foot under. My legs propped up in the air by the step and as much as I was afraid to drown, I was relieved. My sore, now numb again body was being comforted by a surface that wasn't as harsh as the asphalt. My eyes felt different as it soaked in the water. I saw light, making me even more relieved to be in this spot. However, as light entered my eyes, my consciousness simultaneously drifted away.
[It needs some editing but I'll do that at a later date.]
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