"Get Out" It Moaned!

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"Get Out" It Moaned!

Post by izeveryboyin » December 19th, 2004, 2:20 am

I was stuck in an impossible swirl of hopeless confusion and discontent in the hotel room. I was so swept up in my fright that I could not even move from my rigid seat on the edge of the bed. The noises and voices were all around me, and I shivered with the cold. Doctors, family, friends... all had given me warning of some terrible possibilty that this would happen, but I never paid them any mind. A crash on the floor caused me to stir most uncomfortably, as I had been sitting still for a collection of 2 hours in that spot.
My head began to ache and my mind pulsed with a million thoughts of my promised doom. I was so afraid. Then I heard them call my name. The horrible bastards knew who I was in all their ghastly phantom-like demeanor. I took to the floor for cover and they called at me again. If I could just close my eyes, I thought, if I could just shut them out I'd be alright. But there was no getting rid of them.
Like some bee to it's honey it never left me... and if it did... it was only to attack... and there were always more. Never did it have an ending. I started humming the words to the Door's song "Light My Fire" just to bring my nerves down. My heart was racing and I was sweating like a pig in heat. I was so damned uncomfortable in this madness and I screamed like bloody murder in some silent horror movie from 1922.
This is when it all became agonizingly clear. Lily, my boss's receptionist came running over to me, spilling the cup of original blend coffee, *two creams two sugars* all over the blue carpet with a careless worry for me. She sat the near empty cup on the edge of my desk and pulled me from under the center of it to help me back in my chair. Everyone in the office had their eyes on me... whether directly or advertedly. They had been those voices... Those intolerable, incessant taunts of my bubbling insanity. From different angles of the room...
"Are you alright?" They asked.
I nodded, and went back to work... just another day at the office, I told myself. They would always be watching me... always paying attention to me... I couldn't get rid of them now... they would surround me for all my natural days... and it would become some silent constant outcry within me...
"Get Out!" it moaned, "Get out!"
sometimes I just like to breathe.

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