Mania

Prologue

When the paranoia sets in.

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My tarnished converse collided with the freshly paved asphalt with each step I made, each time, a hard mixture of substances composed of gravel and crushed rock pounding the soles of my feet. The ground was slick after the summer storm and it took everything in me not to fall and crack my head open. I kept my focus straight ahead, not daring to look back. I could only see what was about thirty feet in front of me due to the darkness and the poor streetlights. There was steam slowly rising from the hot pavement because of the moisture in the July air. It was peaceful in the night time. The only things audible were my feet against the ground, my heavy breathing, and the low murmur of crickets and owls.

I wasn't quite sure of the time, all I knew was that it was very early in the morning. I left the house around 1:20 A.M. I have been running for at least a half hour. I didn't exactly know why I was doing this, but it felt right. It felt like I was supposed to, and when I hit that point in my body where I couldn't stop, I had to leave. So I ran.

I don't know where I'm going. I do know that I'm going as far away as possible because I can't deal with this anymore. I can't face any one of those people ever again. I can't face what I've done, and especially who I've done it too. My heart, my soul, the only person who ever understood me until I became crazy.

I came to a halt, my heart and mind were still racing even though my legs had stopped. I desperately tried to stand still, my eyes looking in each and every direction possible, but I saw nothing of what I was searching for. I panicked. Going into panic mode made me panic even more and I found myself walking backwards, turning in slow, sloppy circles until I made my way to the side of the deserted road and my heels hit the curb. My breathing became uneven and shaky, I let myself crumble to the ground, forgetting instantly where I am and why I was here. The hot tears streamed down my cheeks, seeping onto my lips, the salty taste making me cringe, but I couldn't control it anymore. The mania took control of my body and then the paranoia set in.

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A/N: Okay, there's the prologue...wow. I think it's okay. The story will be very interesting for not only you to read but for me to write. I have never written something where I had to do so much research. But I like writing in a different type of point of view, not only a guy's but a guy's who is suffering from mixed bipolar disorder.

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