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"The Party" By: Aran Another sip. Slowly you close your eyes. It takes even more time to open them again. The music slows down until there is nothing left but a steady beat, a steady drum and ominous vocals. The outside world reaches you with hesitation, blurry around the edges but intense in the middle. Depth is being screwed-up. Laws of physics are disobeyed in a subtle way. You see things that cannot be. Your body becomes a shell with nothing in it except for a small bouncing ball of conscious. Every signal of pressure or touch upon your skin reaches you only centuries later. The interaction with everything around you slows down, almost to a halt. You notice people trying to communicate with you, but you fail to comply. You try to push the ball of consciousness around your body, let it bounce against the inner walls. Sometimes the resistance is big, sometimes the little ball moves with great ease. You can see the image of the outside world drifting away from you. It feels like you?re looking through a porthole fitted with tinted glass, over 2 feet thick. Everything you see is deformed by the glass. You can see someone looking in. The face seems familiar. You try to give some sort of a signal to the person but you fail to remember how. The face dissappears but two new faces take it?s place. They stare into the porthole for a while, appearantly trying to find something, then they look at each other and shake their heads. All of a sudden your sense of direction goes crazy. It seems you?re being moved but you have no idea where. The image changes so rapidly you cannot understand it. You feel your arms and legs are being handled and get the idea you?re struggling against this but you can?t remember wishing to do so. After a while everything stabilizes again. While so far the only thing you?ve been watching is the ceiling, now you can see the whole room. Figures are moving in it, apparently more or less moving to the beat. One of the figures moves towards you and peeks in through the porthole. Again. You feel something like affection. Something deeper. It seems the girl is looking for something. You keep your little ball of consciousness on the other side of the 2 feet thick glass. You show it to her but she can?t see it. With a bang the little ball explodes and fills your body. The delay between the two worlds is shorter now, but the glass is still there. You manage to stretch an arm and run your fingers through her hair. You see her grabbing your hand and holding it and a few moments later you can feel it too. Slowly darkness sets in. It stays dark for a long long time while thoughts shoot through your head like bolts of lightning, but carrying no images. Just darkness. Slowly the darkness is pulled off of you and light re-emerges. The tinted glass is still there. The light is yellow, and orange, and it dances happily. It moves around in different shapes and forms. You can still see the room, it is filled with the light, however there are no figures moving anymore. Just some shapeless piles on the floor. The light is everywhere. All around them. All around you. Only then a stabbing, burning pain reaches your consciousness, that had taken on the form of a little ball again. Slowly the meaning of the light and the pain flows through your veins, through your mind. You suddenly feel sick and throw up. You can see how one of the shapeless piles starts moving. It pulls itself along, towards you. You recognise her on the moment she uses her last energy to reach out for you. Her sleeve and the rest of her clothing is burning. You stretch your arm towards her and try to reach her, touch her but you fail. You see how she collapses, face down on the floor, being taken over by the flames, her arm still reaching out. For hours you just lay there, forced to watch her burn. For hours you just lay there, quietly dying. Then, finally, comes the long awaited... death. |
