The Silence

Rolling over to see the clock on my nightstand flashing 7:00 in red. The screeching sound of the alarm ringing in my ear and it is driving me nuts. I slammed my hand down on the off button and the ringing in my ears stops. Should I get up and do something with my life today. Sitting at the edge of my bed, wondering if I would have a better day than yesterday. It sucks you know. That thing called life. Where you have to get up in the morning become a productive member of society. Most people want to be part of something every day, but I am different from that. I would not call it special either. I just like being to myself. The seclusion, the quiet, and the solitude makes me happy.

Most people think I am kidding myself because I act according to my surroundings. I often call myself an introvert with extrovert qualities. Which I hate because my social clock runs out so quickly. Well, whatever! “Maybe breakfast will get me motivated” I sluggishly say to myself as I combed through some clothes that is making a hill in the conner of my room. I pulled a pair of jeans and a rock-hard t-shirt I found on clearance. I drag myself to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. Looking in the mirror I can see my hair has grown out of control. It is flat on one side and the other it is almost rapped around my face. I toss some water from my hands and fluffed it out as good as my mood would let me. “There! If that does not do it, I don’t know what will.” I shook my head to balance out my hair and head down the hallway towards the kitchen. The hallway was cold, and the light flickered as I dragged my feet towards the kitchen. I hate that the light flickers like that. “I need to fix that,” I say knowing I was not going to make time or effort to.

Coming to the kitchen, I can still smell the tuna sandwich I shoved in my face with one bite and left the evidence on the table. I pull the fridge door open and found the other half of the tuna sandwich and gulfed that down. It was not like it was anything else to eat in the three anyway. I wanted to just jump back in bed, but I am out of food and stuff to drink. I gulp down some water hard enough to hurt my throat. Grabbed my jacket and put on some boots. As I headed out the door, I turned around to see my shabby little loft I called home. I shrugged and closed the door behind me. I honestly would not care if I never came back to it.

Walking down the cold hall towards the stairs that lead to the exit downstairs. I can tell by the cool air circulating that it might be cold outside, or they finally fixed the air for the rest of the building. I make it to the exit when I finally notice that the building seemed empty. No nosey people wondering the hallway. No nobody to speak and I do not even look in their direction. It really does not matter to me because I would like for that to happen every day. I push my way through the door that leads to a back alley that I use to take to avoid people. The freezing air overwhelms me as I take a couple of steps away from the door.

As I walk down the alley I could here no people or any animals. Not a rat, cat, or dog barking in the distance. This is strange for this part of town is usually somewhat busy. I did not think twice about it though. Maybe there was a special event somewhere that I did not know about. I am usually the last person on earth to learn about any events anyway. I step out on to the street and there was nothing but silence. This brought on some slight happiness but deep down I felt anxious. Some part of me must not like it or my intuition is telling me something is wrong. None of this seemed right but I wanted to be okay with it. As I walked down the street with the wind pushing up against me but not hard enough for me to struggle against it. It was cool and my ears were cold. I started to speed up my walking because the wind was starting to annoy me. I am closer to my favorite spot than I am to the grocery store, so I will take some refuge there until the wind dies down a bit. I made my way to the door of My Favorite Spot which happens to be the actual name of the place. It is a place where if you like games, comic books, figurines, or anything you would consider “nerdy” you will find. This place has been open since I was young. I still love coming here. I do not have to be friendly with anyone and the owner knows me well enough to wait for me to say something first before he approaches me. I pushed the door open, and I hear the bell ring, which gave me a sense of relief. I walked into the open area that the cashier is usually there, but nobody was there. I continued to walk past the bookshelves head to the back where I would spend my time playing pc or mobile games and reading that for which ever my mood felt. There was still no sign of any other person around. I want to check but I did not want to attract any attention from any one I did not know. I walked into the very back room and plopped down on the bean bag that was the furthest from the point of where you cannot be seen by some passing by. I did not feel like reading or playing a game, so I just sat there. I noticed that one of the lights was flickering. I stared at and started to get this uneasy feeling. Is my mind trying to give me hints that something is wrong? Maybe. I don’t know. I never cared for my surroundings or the at least the people in it. My mind starts to wonder a million miles, but my eyes grew heavy. Well, a nap might do me some good right now. No one is here, so I will be able to nap in piece.

Before I knew it my body was heavy, and darkness surrounded me. This unsettling feeling came over me and I jumped up wondering where I was. It felt like I slept for years. I stood up, looked around and remembered I was at My Favorite Spot. Without any hesitation, I sped walk to the door. Not paying any attention, I walked right into a shelf and knocked it over. The books and figurines all fell to the floor. I groaned from the pain. But I just walked around it and kept moving. I do not know if nobody saw me or if nobody was still not around. I just bolted out of there.

What was this feeling? I cannot get over it. It seemed as if some one was trying to suffocate me, but nobody was there. My anxiety is high, and I am running at this point. I started to come to my senses and slowed down. I am trying to catch my breath and my heart feels like its about jump out of my ears. What is going on?! At this point I am concerned. This unsettling feeling, I have is growing stronger. I start to panic and franticly look in all directions. My eyes tear up and I began to cry. I can hear nothing but my whaling traveling through the silence. When I finally calm down and stop crying, I hear something just above my head. It is the streetlamp. Its flickering!!! I get this intense feeling of annoyance and anger blanket over me. I jump up and I kick the pole as if it were going to make it stop. The last kick was so hard it shot pain right up my leg. I dropped to the ground and groan as the pain throbbed. “I just need to go home!” I picked myself up and limped towards the direction of my building. Or what I thought was the direction to home.