I closed the door behind me…

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I close the door behind me as it screeches shut with an ear piercing sound only an old rusty heavy iron door can make. My face contorts as I close my eyes trying to block out the noise that’s continuing to ring inside my head that is now spinning. Am I drunk or drugged? I’m sweating profusely and my shirt is soaked through completely. Leaning against the door I slide down with a thud to the ground and open my eyes. I can’t see a thing and all I feel is the cold hard floor beneath me and the coarse grit of the oxidized metal on my back. The room feels tiny like a box as I can hear the short echo of my breath reverberating off of the walls. I can’t seem to catch my breath as if there were no air in the room at all. I begin to gasp for breath and as I do my head begins to spin even more from oxygen deprivation. I feel a great pressure all around me bearing down on me like the weight of a thousand oceans, to the point which I can’t take it anymore. My muscles give out and I scream as my body goes limp, sliding sideways and down the hard surface onto my shoulder and face, the coolness of the floor on my cheek being the only sensation I have left. I give up and let the darkness take over me, bringing me into its silent and comforting arms. Slipping into unconsciousness my mind begins to fold in on itself, smaller and smaller into a microcosm of implosion. It feels as if all my bones are separating and my muscles and tendons have all stretched and melted away as my limbs pull apart. No pain, just intense sensation and a numb mind reeling back on my skull. I choke on my tongue and bite down on my teeth with so much force it feels as if my molars will shatter at any moment. And then I’m falling backwards, the now cold air whipping at my back as I catch speed and plummet downward. I can feel moisture collecting on the back of my body along with short flashes of coldness as if I were falling through clouds, but the truth is I have no idea where I am or what’s truly happening. I can’t even move and I can barely breath. Every breath I try to take gets colder and colder and soon I begin to feel my lungs start to freeze as the condensation on my body turns to ice. In a moment I am engulfed in frigid solid ice and I am no longer breathing, only falling. I can feel the ground below me getting closer and before I can even think about what is happening I hit the ground, smashing into a million icy pieces. I disintegrate and am released.

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I’m standing in a room…

I am standing in a room lit by yellowish fluorescent lights and smelling of stark clay-like silt. I have no idea where I am but it doesn’t feel natural. I am facing an off white wall with a dark wood railing a few feet in front of me along with a dusty old desk with cheap wood laminate that’s stained with what looks like coffee rings and pen ink. My vision is clear to the center of my sight but all around my peripheral it is dark and shadowy. I cannot look around. I can only face forward and down a little. It is silent, as usual, and in a sudden yet undeterminable moment I sense and realize that there is a long steel pin running into my mouth and straight through my right cheek. I have no idea how it got there or when it happened but what I do know is the odd pain of shock and cold sensation of metal in my mouth is real. The metallic taste in my mouth could either be from the slightly rusted pin in my face or the traces of blood trickling out of the interior of the wound. My face feels mildly paralyzed and dumb but my hands are free and I reach to pull out the foreign object. As I begin to pull I feel the tug of friction between the rusty pin and my skin and then the pain comes. Fast and hard, it hits me like a hammer to my face. It’s a searing, burning pain mixed with cold, dull ache and it is almost unbearable. My face contorts and I try to tense my face and cheek muscles in order to apply some resistance to the tugging of the pin as I pull it out. It feels like it’s taking forever, as if the steel pin were 10 feet long. Hand over hand I pull. Tears are streaming down my face as I dry-heave from the pain. And at the moment when the pin reaches its end and I pull it free I feel a popping sensation as my wound bursts from within and fills my mouth with putrid blood so fast that spurts of it fly forth and splatter on a newly seen folded piece of white paper on the desk. I was expecting relief and a release from the grip of pain but instead I am now filled with horror. I have no idea why mouth is gushing with blood at the rate it is and in a natural reaction I open mouth to spit out the contents of what now feels like coagulated blood. It won’t seem to end and stop coming out. I can taste it now. Sour and acrid with a metallic taste like rotten juice from a rusty tin cup from 100 years ago. My cheeks are still bulging with liquid that is now a thick saliva like texture as I look down and see clearly what is coming from my mouth. It looks like old dark blood from a hospital floor. Black and burgundy with what looks like chunks of tissue and mucus. I am revolted at the sight of what came out of me and that is when I realize it is no longer pouring out of me. My mouth is raw and sore but at least it is empty. The taste and texture of week old blood still lines my mouth. I put my hands on the desk to hold myself as I try to catch my breath and as I look up slightly I notice the folded piece of paper with a single splotch of blackish blood on it. And then I notice little wisps of chemical smoke coming up from the spot where there is now a hole as if my sputum were burning through it like sulfuric acid. My mind twists in confusion and an even greater sense of horror as I mentally scramble to understand what is happening. And as I begin to fade into a frightful unconsciousness I wake up with a jolt…