Out

The crying gets louder and louder until i can't hear myself shouting for help so I run outside, the only place that feels safe, only to hear more crying outside. I continue to run into the cold windy night facing the stars and shout for help, I scream and shriek till my lungs tremble.

I pull out my phone and dial 911. Press my phone against my face, listening to the never ending beeps until a loud breathing appears on the other side.

"Hello I need help there's something ... Weird... I don't... Everyone is crying... Please just I need... send help—" I blabber out all of my thoughts in one mispronounced sentence but only receive a quiet breathing as a response.

"Hello? Can you hear me?", I shout as I move around the streets, but the breathing just continues.

I hang up and call again, a similar breathing appears, but this time it sounded like a silent high pitched sound, like... a...

a crying

Oh no.

Am I going crazy?

I run to the neighbor's doors and bang frantically against their door until my fingers blemish but no one opens. I run to the next house and do the same. No answer. I exhaust myself running from house to house and bruising different types of doors.

Reaching exhaustion I grab my thighs and gasp for air.

I call my mom, my sister, my friends.

No answer.

What the fuck

I start to feel delirious and dizzy as I run back inside not knowing what to do, absorbing the crying sounds once more.

Lou?

I see Lou standing in front of me, sobbing like everyone else. "Lou, can you hear me? why are you crying? Hey!"

He doesn't answer. I grab him by the shirt and shake him, hit him, slap him, bite him but he doesn't react. I go for another person, I scream at their face, bash them on the ground. Nothing. They cry even louder when I try to make them stop. The next person I try to grab punches me on the face with a full fist like a scared animal.

I taste blood in my mouth.

What's going on?

It's too irrational to be real.

Am I losing my mind?

And too real to be a dream

"Hey", a quiet whisper floats from all the chaotic gloom into my ear. The surprise makes my blood run cold. I turn around immediately and see Emily, half dressed, standing seductively inches away from me. I immediately get overtaken by how beautiful she is. Amber eyes staring right into mine, caramel skin smoothly running down her glitter covered body almost cosmically elevating my chest up and down the longer I look at her."Hey thank God you're not crying... What...., what's going on?".

"Please fuck me!", she replies in a childish voice.

"What?"

"Please, please, please", she pouts like a child, and ropes around my neck.

Wh....a...

   She kisses my cervix, bites it a little bit and rubs her perfectly developped body on mine. I feel her flesh erupting with hormones beneath the layers of her clothes, and my body starts to warm up. My penis gains blood flow and mass, getting thicker trying to rip out of my underwear and she continues to move like she knows everything. She grabs my hand and lays it on her smooth neck. I squeeze it with my fingers digging in and I kiss her. Her shirt out of the way I drop her on the floor and rip off my jeans.

She calls me Greg.

I'm not Greg

Greg is someone in our class, why did she...

What am I doing

She holds me tighter when I try to get up

"Greg don't go". I push her off of me and I quickly pull on my pants.

"What the hell is going on!", my eyes shake.

She remains on the floor, eyes crossed, mouth opened with her tits spread to the side of her arm.

In those moments something gets to me, I don't know if it's the alcohol still running in my system, but I reach my hands and grab them, hold them, press them. They feel warm and soft, and caring.