Oblivion

I'd been watching Bernard for exactly 2 years.

For some reason the elevators were closed today, it didn't matter though nothing could stop Felix, he was way too excited. Felix practically ran down the stairs and out the stairwell. It was hard to keep up with him. As I was trying to catch up to his lightning fast feet. I felt a door thrash me in the nose. I dropped to my ass in the shock of the affliction to see a kid who looked like he was in his mid 20s with a warm swarthy complexion, earbuds, a Van Halen t-shirt and black joggers reaching down his hand to help me up as he apologized frantically.

"Holy shit man, I didn't see you at all. I am so sorry, I really didn't mean to hit you. Please forgive me." I latched my hand onto his and with one pull I was off the floor. I noticed he was slightly bulky( not big just fit persas), probably a football player or something along those lines.

"It's really alright, it was an accident. Don't think much of it." I tried to laugh it off and realized I was bleeding from my nose. My head was starting to hurt as I noticed a steady flow of blood running from my nose onto my red polo. At least it was red right.

"Fuck, your bleeding a lot. Let me get you some tissues." Suddenly he was getting kind of blurry and my head was starting to spin. The last thing I saw was my body on the verge of falling down the stairs and an effigy of a man with a panic stricken expression trying to stop me from falling. Everything went black. All I can remember was hot flashes and the feeling of my own body being held, dragged, as if was a ragdoll. I remember sweating like a pig, I felt itchy, so itchy, squirming from side to side, but I didn't once open my eyes. Everything hurt to much

Until, I did open my eyes. In a new shirt, drenched in sweat and an ice back lying behind my neck. Laying in a bed of colorful blankets that had been pulled off my sodden body, in my linens. I could hardly move my pulsating head. The bed was a wet array of colorful pillows all around me, in a room covered in posters of bands from AC DC, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, to the Beatles. I think the amount of colorful posters in the room was starting to give me a headache and I had an awful ringing in the back of my head. It started to get louder, like the sound of taking off in a jet. I could hear my own breath but it was so slow. It felt like the world was in slow motion. My linens got tight as I stared at a Playboy magazine of a topless bikini model that was taped to the ceiling. It wasn't a nice kind of tight, it hurt and all I wanted to do was piss. I hadn't wet myself since I was nine years old, and even when I did, it didn't burn like that. Fuck. I could hardly manage myself. My muscles started to quiver, to a point where I couldn't move myself. My eyelids, like dumbbells. As if there was a darkness behind my face pulling it in, pinching hard. Making every thing.... fuzzy. Until all I could see was the inside of my eyelids and all I could feel was the feeling of cold sweat dripping down the perimeter of my body in cold droplets, that somehow made my skin crawl and the burning sensation in my pants that suddenly was making me nauseous. I'd gone out again, back to a black oblivion.