Disclaimer: I don't know if anyone even wants to read this, but I just needed a space for my demons to be released. It may be graphic, and it may be painful, but this is my version of screaming.
It was gloomy, black, spacious. At least, it was until I woke up. Then it was still dark, gloomy, and spacious. The buildings are boring and all under construction. Everything is grey. All grey.
The world was always crying. The sun never existed here. I've never felt the warmth of the mythical sun. I'm standing in the middle of the street, not knowing where I am.
I have no phone, no money, and no identity. Am I living? Am I existing? I need to find out what is happening. I walk around.
The buildings were tall, skyscrapers even, blocking out most of the sky, but not its tears. Metal rods and wooden pallets everywhere, but no construction workers.
I dredge up a hill to find a body, living or dead. Two shadows appear, and I scream, but I don't hear myself. They turn and look towards me. How did they hear me? I didn't make a sound.
They stare. No emotions. No smile. No interest. Nothing. Help me! I'm unsure if I even want their help.
They walk towards me. And I begin to run. Not towards them.
I run and run and run. Not looking back. Until I can't feel myself run any more. I black out. Is It because I ran too fast? Is it because I became exhausted? Who knows.
I'll wait until I wake to give you any more.