I Don't Know

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The voices never stop, and I'm not sure where I am or what's happening.

Submitted: August 03, 2014

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The voices say I’m normal, the people say I’m not. I try hard to find the patterns they (the voices) don’t stop talking about, but all I see is the world. This stupid, crazy, messed up world. I feel as though everything connects together unintentionally and perfectly. They say I’m wrong; that it’s a machine.

 

“Say it.”

“Say what?”

“You know what, say it out loud. For everything to hear.”

“But if everything doesn’t exist, that it’s all my imagination, then why does it matter? I’m doing this for you anyway.” I say to the voices.

“Just say it aloud. You’ll see.”

 

Silence ensues for a while. The minutes feel like hours and the hours feel like days. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know. There’s no words from them anymore; it’s just chatter, mumbling, whispering, noise, nothing.

“I don’t know.”

 

The words escape my mouth like a bullet from a gun. They fly out and shoot everything in sight; at least I think so, since everything is disappearing,  almost disintegrating. I don’t know what’s happening or where I am. I start seeing people - real, live people - for the first time in lifetimes.

“It’s time to go home now, you’ll be alright.”

“Where am I?”

“You’re at Memorial Hospital. You’re going to be just fine.”

“Why am I here? Let go of me. Get off of me.”

Everything turns to a dull roar and I fall fast asleep. I feel like everything is ending, I had a chance to understand everything, and it’s gone. I might be dead, I might be sleeping, but I don’t want to wake up. I don’t want to live in this world anymore. Please let me be dead.

 

I awake in a bed in an empty room. I hear a heart monitor, and someone walking in; it’s an elderly gentleman.

“How are you feeling?”

“Tired, empty.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

 


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