Awakening

I'm on the train home. Had to stay awake all night to catch a train, had to be careful, just in case. My phone's on full battery, and I need something to do besides being agitated while I wait for my stop.

Now, let me tell you what happened after my last post.

I took my medicine. The exact dosage, nothing more and nothing less. I considered trying to overdose myself on it, but I turned my mind to this place. Things aren't normal here. Perhaps overdosing wouldn't do anything; maybe my medication would do nothing. It doesn't matter. You have totry, and I was going to try getting out of here one last time before I considered pulling the plug on myself.

So I got up from the wall I was behind. Opened the gate next to me, looked up and down the street; well-lit. The street lights had come on in this backstreet; maybe time does pass here, just according to different rules.

And saw one of them on either side of me. The androgynous person on one side... I'm guessing it's A. That's based on the fact that he/she had apparently sprayed one of those giant symbols on the ground. You know, the (A) one? Just on the floor; like, in the middle of the road and on the front of doors. A few cans of empty spraypaint around him/her, just staring up the street. And now, I could really see them; before, I couldn't really see their face or anything, just because he/she moved so quickly.

But now? I could see it clearly. In addition to the black ensemble (black shirt, black trousers, black boots), I could see that they were wearing a hood; as in, maybe a black hoodie? Or just a black hood? Nevertheless, a lot of black. And not meaning to contrast, I think he/she was wearing, like, a balaclava or something. They were standing pretty near the street lights, so I couldn't make out his/her face, but it looked like he/she was wearing something to ensure that nobody could see their face. Anonymous indeed. He/she just... stood out from the fog, you know? Anyway.

The other person was... more weird. They were tall, quite tall. Not inhumanly so, but I'm a pretty short guy, so I'd turn to look at him if I saw him in the supermarket, y'know? Anyway: almost certainly a guy, based on the broad shoulders. Unlike A, they blended in with the fog a lot more, so I couldn't make out their face. I could just see the shoulders (black suit, perhaps?), but the head was a bit of a lost cause. I took a single step forward, then realised that someone was behind me.

The other one... actually, calling him that's annoying, let's call him, I dunno. B sounds stupid. JS? As in, John Smith? Okay, let's go with that.

JS had somehow gotten behind me. I had been focusing more on the other one, so I guess he just must be a fast runner or something. Anyway, he got behind me; I felt something pull at my neck, and I was suddenly sprawled in the middle of the road; and on the floor, in what could be considered microscopic precision, was the (A) symbol. Someone had been busy; I had just thought the fog was getting bad when I had looked at the floor. But no, someone had gone to town with a can of spray paint; lots of (A)'s. None, I noticed, where JS had been standing. None where I had been typing (and where JS was now standing), as well.

Anyway, I rolled over, and looked back up at JS. But something caught my eye; A had gotten near to where I'd been. And I could swear that I saw A try to attack JS with a knife; and not just the "swing knife randomly" approach you've all seen, but someone who clearly knew how to use it. I don't know what effects it had on JS, but I do know that shortly, A was taking steps back towards me, knifeless. Either he'd dropped it, or JS had it now. JS seemed to be just staring at A now, not doing anything.

A noticed me as he'd been stepping backwards; he kicked my leg, before beginning to circle back towards JS. I got up, and started to back away from the fight. Why these two idiots were fighting is something I didn't want to know, or didn't care about.

...didn't care about much, that is. I dunno; it just seems that when my adrenalin's pumping, I've got something to live for, something to do in the world. That's not important now, I'll do it when I get home.

I'd gotten to the place where JS had been before. I turned around and got ready to run... and somehow, JS was behind me. I took one look at his chest (all I could reach without looking up!), and promptly sprinted past him; once again, I felt the pain in the back of my neck and ended up sprawled, this time back where I'd started sprinting.

JS had vanished into the fog; A was coming over to me, but kept staring into the fog. Maybe she/he was trying to evade JS as well? I got up, and looked at A again. I couldn't see him/her very well, but I could swear that one of his/her eyes was twinkling. Maybe he/she feels the same as me... excitement gives you something to live for. I couldn't see his/her other eye.

Then everything went... fuzzy. Like someone had turned all the lights off. I heard someone... no, something shout, and I ended up on my back again, as things scrabbled around me, so energetic and moving.

And then, stillness. I was surrounded by black and darkness. I felt like I was swimming in the deepest pool you can imagine; I swam up, and noticed a small light. I stared at it; it blotted out for a second, then I could see that something was coming down from it. Something as dark as what surrounded me... I swam up. I don't know why, maybe it's just something built in. Instincts.

And even though I couldn't see this messenger from the light, what I do know is that I could see a hand framed against the light, and then words pounded into my head. Not spoken words, but... a force. Like words turned into hurricanes, into tsunamis. A force of nature in spoken form.

"Come with me."

I took the hand eagerly; anything to get out of this insane monochrome place. Away from the darkness, into the light. I grasped the hand - and it wasa hand, I could feel the skin - and fell into a sleep.

I woke up in some alley, just off the high street. In the dead of night; I sorted my priorities out, went straight to the train station. I wasn't harmed, but I thought it best to avoid people; I didn't want any officers accusing me of things today. Plus, I smelled quite bad. Bit like eggs, really.

So, that's where I am. The train's one stop away from mine, so I'd better send this and get on my way. The apartment could probably do with a good tidy, and my blood's still fizzing from what happened.

I dunno. I felt like I risked my life, I've been assaulted two or three times in the past week or two... but I feel great. On top of the world. A little part of me's telling me that I should do this more often. Maybe I should join the army, huh? Haha. Oh crap, better get going, the train's about to reach my stop.
-The Lexiconical-