Pleading screams penetrate the stagnate air. No. Arms forcefully grab,
shaking violently, throwing it to the ground like a sack of potatoes. No.
Idle threats are now spoken creating a fearful atmosphere. No. clenched
fists are drawn ready to rectify an already tense situation. No. You get
what you deserve, tease. no. I know that you want me, everyone me. No.
Pain is becoming increasingly present, as are the mixture of warm tears and
blood. No. Frozen with paralysis there is a zone of consciousness and
unconsciousness that is being visited. No. Crack, thud, blackness. As the
haze clears it enters a new reality. is life the same here? No. Does life
here mean isolation from those living in parallel realities? no. How will
it ever get back to its old reality? Time.
