Hey, didn't I just...
Well, my drinking over the last two weeks got a bit out of hand. I wasn't full on boozing all of the time, just almost every night. Do I know you two?
I'm not sure I understand the question, am I not who I always was?
I remember it, I had taken an undisclosed dose of mushrooms and had completely lost all sense of what I was. The very understanding of what I am and what was around me had ran away, the only thing I understood was that I was afraid and something very bad was going to happen.
I thought I saw something, I guess I didn't. I can stare at any spackled or patterned surface and see movement, sometimes only in my peripheral and sometimes in my direct line of sight. I think I'll have to live with this view of things forever. An event occured, it changed how I saw the world, and now if I tell anyone what I see they'll think I'm crazy.
I don't want to remember a memory of a memory, there is no doctor. I must've made it all up somehow. Us psychedelic users are crazy like that, even if I can remember nightmares and lucid dreaming about what didn't happen. I made up alot of things as a kid, I lied alot so my parents wouldn't get upset or take my things away. Sometimes the lies we tell over and over end up feeling real. I felt like I was being punished for doing nothing even when I did something, purely because my tag line was always "I didn't do anything".
I don't want to relive it again, could we not use that word?
I doubt there was a doctor, I doubt it was anything other than a reaction to some psychedelic. I doubt the nightmares I remember having and the lucid dreams that felt like real life were anything but a side effect of an error on my sleep schedule planning. I don't want it to be real
Now you're the one who's silent..Hey where are we anyways? I don't remember even coming here. Is this some kind of intervention?
I'm starting to worry, you guys haven't said anything in who knows how long, I don't even think I can hear you breathing.
I can't get out, I've been in here for what feels like days. It was atleast 20 hours ago that I discovered the paint on doorhandle, and the matching painted on doorframe...and the painted on camera, coffee maker, files on the desk, hair on their heads...their faces. I don't even remember what their voices sounded like. I'm starting to worry that the ventilation is also painted on, but if that were the case I think I'd have been dead a while ago. How did I get in here?
I didn't start feeling hungry until the exact second after I tried alleviating my boredom by humming. I, right away, had a thought about cannibalizing them, and as metal as that sounds, I don't think they're made of flesh. I tried hitting both of them pretty much immediately after they stopped talking, as it was weirding me out, however their faces REALLY hurt my hand. I remember it feeling smooth but hard, kind of like a concrete mannequin.
For two mannequins, they sure do smell of rotting flesh. I guess I missed my chance to eat them, I'll have to wait out my body eating itself, but anyway, I discovered something here. I can't get thirsty. I seriously dreading having to eventually 'bear grylls' my way out of dying of thirst, however for some reason my mouth isn't even the smallest amount thirsty. Sweet right? Being thirsty sucks, I remember in middle school I'd always be chewing gum because it makes you salivate, temporarily getting rid of thirst. I failed to understand that I, in fact, wouldn't be punished for just bringing water around with me. My kidneys yearn for hydration after YEARS of neglection.
The door, it opened. I don't see anything but blinding light, kind of annoying. Like when your parents turn your rooms light on instead of waking you up like a normal person and the light blinds you, but like a million times worse. I guess I'll have to mosey on over there sometime soon.
Where am I?
Hey didn't I just...