Deep Happenings

-5 hours ago-

"On the other side of town"

Enthusiastic, the feeling he was engulfing in right now. Washing the dishes with a smile plastered on his face, preparing himself for the night of the nights. He always wanted to do this with his Bestfriend. He was longing for this to happen. It's still early in the morning, he might as well casually go to the mall to buy some certain things. Right now, he was wiping soap on each dishes, he was thinking of something that would really engulf the night with a lot of fun. After putting on soap on the dishes, he opened the faucet tap and cleansed the dishes off wiping out the soap, leaving it all clean. He placed each dishes on the dish rack so that it will dry off by itself. Having the thought of doing something else instead of dancing was a tough decision, he doesn't know what else to do than just doing what both of them likes to do best.

Leaving the dishes on it's place, he took off the gloves he was wearing and hanged it down for it to dry. He left the place and went upstairs to get ready. Before he can even get himself infront of the door, a loud piercing sound was heard downstairs. The sound of the bell ringing through his ears while walking back down. He wondered 'Who could that be?'

Everytime he took a step forward,it seemed like he was going backwards. His eyes widened, his arms were shivering. Scared, frightened, the only feelings he has gotten to himself. 'What is happening?'. His breathing was getting rapid, looking through the sides of his own figure. Still trying to move himself forward, nothing. Everything seemed to be normal, but something really is off. Why am I not moving?. Wondering about the possibilities he could find to himself. The door bell keeps on giving sonorous sounds. It was getting heavy for him. He speed up his own figure, not even trying to walk anymore. Closed eyes, pursed lips, he kept himself stablized in running. He bursted his eyes open, immediately regretting that desision.

Everything, the surroundings are all filled with black mists. Colorful dotted lines filling up spaces, almost looking like the galaxy from above. Is he floating? dying? Dreaming? Thousands of possibilities can be given out by just one scenario. His breathing changed, it was even calmer than last time. Eyes roaming around the distant skies. He faced downward to his feet, nothing but just infinite spaces, that's what he saw.

He flickered his eyes multiple times, still not believing anything through what he sees, hands tightly cleanched, Lips pursed, eyebrows crunched. Multiple feelings and emotions are everywhere in him. 'What is happening?' The only thought he could possibly ask. What is really happening though? Everything seemed so normal before, but after hearing just one single sound of the doorbell everything changed, most likely like something was getting out of his own mind and body. His stomach churned a bit, the cause of having a sudden alarmed feeling.

He got to get out of there, he should get out of there. Quickly, he moved his eyes around searching one specific thing. The door, he needed help, he can't think of any other thing to do.

Finally picking himself on one spot, he found the door. It was a distant faraway from his figure, he tried to swim forward, flapping his arms and moving his legs to make progress, even for a tiny bit. Nothing. It'slike something is pulling me back from what I was doing, he raised up his arms, stretching it as far as he can, leaning in forward for more progresses. Every second had passed, slowly he was starting to feel dizzy, his eyes were slowly closing in, joining the motion feeling in his head. He can't take it, before he can even close his eyes, he yelp one single word. He needed it so. He started to feel like he wasn't breathing at all. He fought away himself from dying and uttered...

"Help" His voice were cracked, raspy. It hurted his throat. He was sulking in, can't even fight back anymore. His body was feeling numb. He put up all the force he got to his hand, stretching it even more to the image of the door. Veins were visible, a second after, he throwed his hand away, and shut his eyes. 'I tried but I can't do anything about it anymore' The last thoughts he got before his mind drifted off.