CaptainWacky
I want to smell dark matter
He practically ran out of the house. He just kept walking and walking, he didn't stop. He could feel sweat running down his face. He didn't stop. His legs ached. He didn't stop. He wasn't fit at all. He walked for half an hour a day, and much of it was spent hiding in case someone saw him. But he didn't care today. He was motivated. People walking dogs walked by. He didn't care. Young people with stupid grins. He didn't care. He walked and walked.
He got to the river. He had to stop. The mad notion took him to sit down. So he sat down.
He looked into the water. It was blue. It was just a reflection of the sky. The sky wasn't even blue either. Just an illusion.
He was too hot. He considered jumping into the river.
He heard voices. He looked along the path, the way he had come. Oh no, girls. He could sit here, just let them walk by. NO. THEY'D SEE HIM. He'd look wrong, out of place. It would burn. He had to move NOW.
He got up quickly, panicky. He slipped on the mud. He fell. He looked back at the girl for a second. They had both stopped watching and were staring. Then the laughter started. SO LOUD. He looked away. He was red. He tried to get up. He slipped again.
"OH MY GOD! HAHAHAHAHA!" he heard.
"WANT A HAND? HAHAHAHAHA!"
He was up. He walked. He ran. He couldn't go back the way he had come, that would meant passing them. He just went along the path, as quickly as he could. They were following, of course they were, there was only one way to go. He couldn't turn and walk by them now. He was covered in mud. He had to keep walking indefinitely.
He was crying.
He looked back. He couldn't see them...there they were. Still laughing, he thought. He couldn't actually see if they were but of course they were. He jumped the fence, without thinking. He ran through the field as fast as he could. He stepp on a cow pat. He still ran.
There were cows at the top of the field. He couldn't just go back, what if the girls were there waiting for him, waiting to laugh? The cows were walking towards him. They were mooing. He tried to make his way between them. There was a cow right in his face.
He punched the cow as hard as he could. It hurt his fist.
He jumped the next fence. It had barbed wire on it. He trousers got caught. They ripped.
He sat on the ground for a while. The cows watched him. He tried to scratch his face out but he didn't have the energy.
There was no one around. He lay down. He actually fell asleep.
He had a dream where he was a racing car driver and he beat a green monster to win some important race. Everyone cheered him. Even the green monster shook his hand.
He woke.
He walked through the field, slowly. There was still no one around.
He left through a gate. He could see his street. He walked slowly home. There were children playing. They looked at him, pointed. He actually glared at them. One kicked a ball towards him. He stopped it with his foot, picked it up, and threw it onto a garage roof. He walked home calmly without looking at them.
He opened the door and went in. His mother was standing in the hall. He looked at her.
"I only asked you to post a letter," she said.
"Fuck you," he said and went upstairs to sleep.
He got to the river. He had to stop. The mad notion took him to sit down. So he sat down.
He looked into the water. It was blue. It was just a reflection of the sky. The sky wasn't even blue either. Just an illusion.
He was too hot. He considered jumping into the river.
He heard voices. He looked along the path, the way he had come. Oh no, girls. He could sit here, just let them walk by. NO. THEY'D SEE HIM. He'd look wrong, out of place. It would burn. He had to move NOW.
He got up quickly, panicky. He slipped on the mud. He fell. He looked back at the girl for a second. They had both stopped watching and were staring. Then the laughter started. SO LOUD. He looked away. He was red. He tried to get up. He slipped again.
"OH MY GOD! HAHAHAHAHA!" he heard.
"WANT A HAND? HAHAHAHAHA!"
He was up. He walked. He ran. He couldn't go back the way he had come, that would meant passing them. He just went along the path, as quickly as he could. They were following, of course they were, there was only one way to go. He couldn't turn and walk by them now. He was covered in mud. He had to keep walking indefinitely.
He was crying.
He looked back. He couldn't see them...there they were. Still laughing, he thought. He couldn't actually see if they were but of course they were. He jumped the fence, without thinking. He ran through the field as fast as he could. He stepp on a cow pat. He still ran.
There were cows at the top of the field. He couldn't just go back, what if the girls were there waiting for him, waiting to laugh? The cows were walking towards him. They were mooing. He tried to make his way between them. There was a cow right in his face.
He punched the cow as hard as he could. It hurt his fist.
He jumped the next fence. It had barbed wire on it. He trousers got caught. They ripped.
He sat on the ground for a while. The cows watched him. He tried to scratch his face out but he didn't have the energy.
There was no one around. He lay down. He actually fell asleep.
He had a dream where he was a racing car driver and he beat a green monster to win some important race. Everyone cheered him. Even the green monster shook his hand.
He woke.
He walked through the field, slowly. There was still no one around.
He left through a gate. He could see his street. He walked slowly home. There were children playing. They looked at him, pointed. He actually glared at them. One kicked a ball towards him. He stopped it with his foot, picked it up, and threw it onto a garage roof. He walked home calmly without looking at them.
He opened the door and went in. His mother was standing in the hall. He looked at her.
"I only asked you to post a letter," she said.
"Fuck you," he said and went upstairs to sleep.
