Things aren't always as crazy as they seem. Or are they?
What were you supposed to do when everything you lived through everything you thought you knew turned out to be nothing but lies? Maybe you were supposed to find the courage to keep on keeping on. Which… yeah, fine, you do that and you do it damn well. But, what happens when the one rule you're supposed to respect is the one rule you end up breaking? What happens then? What do you do? Who is supposed to save you then? I thought I'd figured it all out but I'd actually figured out nothing.
When you're thrown into a new life in a matter of just a couple of days, your entire mind does this orbital shift and all of a sudden… nothing makes sense. You're catapulted into an entirely different world and everyone around you, they all know what they're doing and where they stand, and you and your lonely degree are suddenly stuck.
Out of nowehere, there are voices yelling at you in every direction, some in different languages and you can't breathe because the air is so humid and thick. Then your eyes shoot open. You're looking up at the dust settling in the air and the man that you so desperately love is lying next to you, bleeding. So, you roll over onto your side even though every bone in your body starts to ache. You can hear yourself screaming at him, your voice a wailin the surrounding chaos. You crawl closer to him and grab a hold of his torn jacket. Shaking him, you scream again.
You have to get up! You have to get up!
You look around at the melting walls and hanging light fixtures falling form the ceiling. You look back at the man next to you. He's bleeding from a cut above his forehead and for now, that seems to be about it. Again, you scream for him and finally. He opens his eyes and coughs and then he's sitting up next to you, surveying everything around the two of you. He doesn't say anything, just reaches for his pocket.
The building around you is beginning to crumble and you start to panic but he grabs your hand and hisses.
"Look at me." So you do. "I'm going to get your out of here. We're going to get out of here together, do you understand?"
You nod amidst the thundering of something else going boom beside you. He pulls himself up off of the ground and then you're next. His arm comes around you and with frantic eyes he scans your body. First, your face. Gently, he swipes his hand across your cheek removing some of the dust and dirt. You seem fine, before a twinge of pain causes you to buckle over. You realize that burning sensation in your leg is actually a shard of glass protruding from your blue jeans.
He acts fast as the room around you comes falling down. A chunk of his shirt is missing as he begins to stretch it out to length. You shake your head because you know what he's going to do and that's the last thing you want. Quickly, he bends down so that he's crouched on his knees and looks up at you with painful green eyes.
"Close your eyes. When I reach the number three, hold your breath and don't let it go of it until I say so."
Just leave it, you say but he looks at you with a sudden burst of anger.
"Trust me." he says.
You wait for him to get to three before holding your breath. You can't help but look away as his steady hands perform the quickest movement you've ever seen emerge from his body. The sudden shock causes you to stumble forward but his shoulders are there and they're hard, bracingly ready for your weight. The cloth he ripped from your shirt is tied so tight around your thigh you don't think the nerves in your leg are ever going to recover. As he stands up, both of his hands grasping your face, his thumbs rubbing against your skin. Comfort, for only a split second.
"It seems impossible right now, but you're going to have to run. For now, hold onto me. Don't let go, and don't look behind you. We don't have much time."
His strong arm comes around you again and with his right hand free you realize he still has his firearm. You're moving at a speed close to fast but not quite because you remember that you're bleeding and the both of you are disoriented. As you look around at the building beginning to sink, you think you're never going to make it out. You realize that… this is what it's like now. This is your life.
Things aren't always as crazy as they seem. Or are they?