Two and a Half Hours…
Two and a Half Hours… Life stood still… stopped breathing, stopped pulsing… the instant I realised I had stepped into the wrong place and before the wrong person. A morning very calm What should have been so refreshing, Unfolded as the cruelest nightmare, I ever lived… Tensed. Numb. Frozen. Heart racing like a trapped bird, breath shallow, I could hear myself… see myself… like a reflection hovering outside my body. I begged, voice breaking, “Leave me in my world, and stay in yours.” In return came a blow, partially felt, my cheekbone turned to stone. A fire seared through my stomach, tears rolled, throat ached, words silenced by anxiety. My mind went blank. To my shock the rogue returned, eyes wild, hands trembling with madness, a knife gleaming like a shining half moon thrust into my hands, his voice a jagged whisper: “Either me or you.” At once… Like a hammer, that struck my head I fell into the abyss Drowning in memories I couldn’t control. I was lost in hysteria, ...