A cold trill crept up my spine as I slowly turned towards the disembodied voice. My hands trembling as they rose to my head. The world slowed as I gathered the strength to stop the shaking just long enough to whimper, "I don't want any trouble." I raised my face to confront my attacker, near petrified in my skin; there was nothing there. I could've sworn there was something behind me. My heart pounded.
Utter darkness.
Silence.
Complete absence of light, sound, and joy.
I wasn't afraid. I wasn't happy. I was just alive, but at the same time, I wasn't.
It was awful.
I woke up enveloped by a crowd of people surrounding me. I was still petrified, the sea of concerned faces. A single silhouette emerged from the crowd. There was a warmth to the man, he hushed the murmurs and barked at the gawkers, "Give the kid some space!" He helped me over to a bench where I could finally see his face, Lamar.
He sat me down and berated me with questions. "What happened? Are you hurt? Why were you alone so late?"
"I'm fine," I assured him, "I just blacked out." His concern was comforting. Lamar answered the call the night my mother died. A heart attack, in her sleep. Lamar had sat there with me, in complete silence, for hours. From that day on, he had always checked in on me. If there was anyone I'd want to pester me like that, it'd be him. "I um... uh.. I don't know what happened. I was walking home and I heard something behind me. Somebody, some thing told me to freeze. I turned around and there was nothing there. I was scared. I am scared."
"I'll drive you home. You should get some rest." We go into Lamar's coup, he paused and with the most sincere look in his eyes, "I've got your back kid." He cranked up his stereo. MC Hammer, "U Can't Touch This." For a moment, it felt like nobody could.
Thursday, November 29, 2018
Thursday, November 8, 2018
Blog #2 - Bicycle Race
It was a ghost town around here recently. People haven't been leaving their houses, haven't been talking, just acting weird. There was something in the air. I don't know, but it almost feels as though we're all being watched.
I had to keep moving.
I marched through the apartment, tripping on the old telepphone chord strewn across the floor. I should remember to unplug the damn thing. But late, no time now. I strutted down to the garage, but when I got to the 3rd floor, a cold breeze when I walked into the doorway threw me off. So I went on a walk, it was Saturday and I didn't have anything better to do so why not.
Soundtrack: "Bicycle Race" - Queen
Conrad's in town! I had seen the fliers and wanted to find some of his CD's. Never listened to him much, but I'm always down for something new. I had to make sure I knew all of his songs before the show, I mean it was my first concert! Maybe Dad will take me to one of his someday. If I find him.
Walking down Magnolia I felt a few raindrops and bolted towards the Learning Worm. They have a pretty extensive Record and CD collection on the 3rd floor. After scavenging the bin for a few minutes I found a single, lone CD. $2.50! Sweet! I paid and slipped outside. It was pouring now, but whatever, rain never hurt anybody.
I slid in that first disc and it didn't take me to a new world. All my life music was an escape for me. It got me through my Dad never being home and my high school girlfriend leaving me for my best friend... But that's neither here nor there. Conrad's album didn't take me away, no, it brought me closer. One of the first lines I heard was "Something has been happening as of late," and after that everything seemed to be written about the Maitland. It was... odd. The songs were written 50 years ago, but they applied so much to what I had been feeling.
The concert was not what I had hoped. I wanted to be whisked away to another world, but everywhere around me in the lawn, I saw my neighbors. And they were just as detached as they had been. He played an encore and we all started walking back to the apartment.
I walked faster and faster until I was full sprint. Someone, something was following me. Breathing down my neck. Then, a click. "Don't move!"
I had to keep moving.
I marched through the apartment, tripping on the old telepphone chord strewn across the floor. I should remember to unplug the damn thing. But late, no time now. I strutted down to the garage, but when I got to the 3rd floor, a cold breeze when I walked into the doorway threw me off. So I went on a walk, it was Saturday and I didn't have anything better to do so why not.
Soundtrack: "Bicycle Race" - Queen
Conrad's in town! I had seen the fliers and wanted to find some of his CD's. Never listened to him much, but I'm always down for something new. I had to make sure I knew all of his songs before the show, I mean it was my first concert! Maybe Dad will take me to one of his someday. If I find him.
Walking down Magnolia I felt a few raindrops and bolted towards the Learning Worm. They have a pretty extensive Record and CD collection on the 3rd floor. After scavenging the bin for a few minutes I found a single, lone CD. $2.50! Sweet! I paid and slipped outside. It was pouring now, but whatever, rain never hurt anybody.
I slid in that first disc and it didn't take me to a new world. All my life music was an escape for me. It got me through my Dad never being home and my high school girlfriend leaving me for my best friend... But that's neither here nor there. Conrad's album didn't take me away, no, it brought me closer. One of the first lines I heard was "Something has been happening as of late," and after that everything seemed to be written about the Maitland. It was... odd. The songs were written 50 years ago, but they applied so much to what I had been feeling.
The concert was not what I had hoped. I wanted to be whisked away to another world, but everywhere around me in the lawn, I saw my neighbors. And they were just as detached as they had been. He played an encore and we all started walking back to the apartment.
I walked faster and faster until I was full sprint. Someone, something was following me. Breathing down my neck. Then, a click. "Don't move!"
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