Escape from Chaos

Chaos, horror, escape.

The world whirled around me, spinning, tipping, frantically flying in all directions. I stumbled and fell to the ground, too dizzy to stand. The things flew past my face, my mind was jumbled, I couldn’t think. I thought things made sense, but all that I lived was a nonsensical lie. The things that flew around me were random, some truth and some deception. I didn’t know where I was, but I thought I did. I didn’t know what was happening, but I thought I understood perfectly. It all seemed to fit in my mind then, but now I look back and see that it all was anything but sane or rational. But suddenly, in a moment, I was somewhere that I knew was wrong. At first I didn’t feel bad, but before long, I was horrified, terrified by the appalling scenes before me. I watched over and over, as repeatedly skeletons died before me. They seemed to be skeletons, yet they were alive. They were being murdered, a crowd of them, a crowd that never ran out, even though there were not many in it. They died, over and over, and I watched as they were impaled, broken, smashed and stabbed. It was sickening, eventually I couldn’t take it, I had to leave. I could not stand to watch as they, with heartbreakingly sad and terrified expressions plain upon their faces, were killed in shockingly gruesome ways, with no mercy. I could not see their killer, only the weapons that impaled them, crushed them, ended their lives. I could not save them, I could not even move. My heart was sick, my mind dominated by my horror, yet a thought forced its way to the front of my mind; that I must escape as soon as I could, for the hideousness of what I watched was too much to bear. I felt two options, I could simply wake and end it all, escape from the entire world, give up, and leave the whole world behind me, escaping from the horrible murders. The other option I felt was that I could fight. I couldn’t move but with my mind I could resist this, I could try to force these horrors away from me, though it wouldn’t be easy. For some reason, I chose to struggle to rid myself of these repulsive things rather than taking the easy way out and waking, parting with the world. I strove to expel the horrific sights before me, it was not easy, the images tried to return, they fought my efforts to make them leave. But I persisted, and after a fight, they stopped. They were gone, the battle was won, and they no longer fought to be let in. My mind was finally mine again, they were gone.

Author's Note

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