Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Tommy woke. Something was different. He knew it. He lay there, waiting. He didn't know what would happen, but it felt like something would. He heard his door open. He turned to look at it. It was closed. He heard footsteps walking towards his bed. He screamed, and did not hear a sound come out of his mouth. He turned on his lamp. The sound was coming closer. He heard a plea for help. He started screaming again, hoping others could hear. He heard his desk fall over. It was perfectly intact. He heard something screaming "Why can't you see me!". He couldn't move. Yet he felt himself move. He didn't know what was going on. He tried to talk. Nothing. He felt himself walking toward the door. The voice was crying now. It was pleading for a response. It was dying for someone to recognize it was there. He still saw nothing. He still could say nothing. He still couldn't move. He felt himself walking outside. He was still trapped inside, stuck hearing the something being tortured out of lonliness and disregard. "WHY WON'T YOU HEAR ME?" It screamed. He could hear, but he could not speak or move. He felt himself moving down the street, but he was still in his bed. He felt himself walk up his neighbors driveway. Still in his bed. He felt himself open the neighbor's door. Still in his bed. He felt himself walk into his neighbor's room, and sensed his neighbor waking up. "Hello?" He felt himself say, though his mouth never opened and he heard nothing. He felt himself shaking his neighbor. Why couldn't his neighbor hear him? He felt himself move to his neighbor's nightstand. Tommy was still in his bed. He felt himself knock over the nightstand and sensed the neighbor's horror. "Talk to me!" he screamed. He still didn't feel his mouth move, or hear sound, and was still in his bed. "Why can't you see me?" he felt himself scream. He still heard, felt, or mouthed nothing. He sensed himself shout "WHY WON'T YOU HEAR ME?"