Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm Knight Hardy here on a mission to ensure that all works on YWS has at least two reviews. You will probably never see this but....Imma do this anyway.
First Impression: Well this was quite depressing story right there. You do a wonderful job capturing a very hopeless situation and that scene right at the end had some truly terrifying imagery in some places. Phew, anyways onto any nitpick that I've got.
Anyway let's get right to it,
I walk. Head down, I walk. Through the never-ending corridor, my tunnel of darkness. I walk, yet there’s no light at the end. Head down, I walk. Hair brushes my face as I take each step into ‘the never’ – ‘the never get there.’ My eyes, weary, cautious, suspicious, dart from floor to corridor, floor to corridor, floor to corridor.
Uh oh, well that doesn't sound too nice right there.
In the distance I hear laughter, cheer chaos. The world is morphed around me. I see morphed people around me, everywhere, packed in, everywhere. Yet, I’m alone. Alone in my own little world, compacted, closeted, constricting. It’s just me – walking down the corridor. Head down, I walk. Alone, I walk.
Aaand it gets worse, looks like this is building to be quite the sad story here...oh dear...definitely really getting right to them emotions.
Surrounded by life, I walk in the depths of death. I am dead. Alive to myself but dead to them. Them. The ones around me, the morphed images, the blurred movement. Them. Do I exist to them? Do I exist?
Head down, I walk. I walk through the valley of death, the depths of despair, the nothing. Head down, I walk. My eyes continue to dart, floor to corridor, floor to corridor, floor to corridor. They’re getting closer? ‘Not again, please’, I silently beg, ‘not again’.
Wow this repetition is really this home...getting very much sad now well this promises to be very interesting.
He, it, she is next to my face. Inches away.
Distorted images, faces blurred, streaked, ruined. Noise bandies around yet the silence I hear is deafening. My world tilts. My legs give way, I fall. Head down, I fall.
Aaand it continues to get even worse.
Helpless, vulnerable, alone I fall. Head down, I fall.
The floor hits me hard. But I don’t feel it, I hear it, see it, but don’t feel it. I can’t. I don’t exist remember, I’m dead to them. They can’t hurt that which doesn’t feel. It’s all a game.
Okay...now its getting slightly repetitive, I'll be the first to admit.
I lie here, broken inside just waiting for the next attack, for the next round. I deserve it really. I mean look at me; I lie here surrounded by my blood, my sweat and my tears. I just ponder on my menial existence. Maybe I’m just a pawn in a surreal game of Chess, being sacrificed to protect the better ones. The ones that are always right and always on the top rung of the ladder, being silently watched by the wannabes, the failures.
I begin to stir, I dare to open my eyes, to take the peek at the people who hide, slip into the dark I dare to cheat. Maybe if I was strong enough I could find their hideout and keep away from it – no mans’ land, the forbidden ground.
Oh no that's not a great mindset to be in right there. You always gotta keep fighting even if it looks bad, well at least that's what I do...lol
I’m alone again. Really alone. Not a sound resounds around me. There’s no more blurs, morphed images, there’s no more of anything. I’m not sure whats worse – feeling alone in a world full of people or actually being alone. I don’t like being alone – bad things happen when I’m alone. Things I can’t stop.
My whole world turns into a cinema – a wide-screen view into my own menial life. And, unwillingly, I watch. I’m just a spectator. I hear the footsteps, I sense the call but it’s not ‘me’ who answers. ‘I’m’ not the one who lets him in.
Okay...getting a little abstract now or is this all magic.
I watch myself sit in the all too familiar place and just stare. I don’t move, I don’t even try to prevent it from happening. I observe as ‘I’ grab the visitors’ hand and pull him closer. It’s like I’m watching a scary movie over and over again. I know exactly what is going to happen yet I still sit there and wait in expectation, as if I’m waiting for the plot to change at some time. But some time doesn’t arrive. All my shouts and screams are in vain as I watch the visitor surround me, as if he is overtaking my whole world, my whole being.
Oh dear I was hoping we were headed towards a good thing but dang it looks like we heading for the exact opposite.
It gets worse as the time progresses, suddenly the cuts become deeper and more dangerous. I watch myself as I slip away, but I’m not dead yet. It’s like I’m watching ‘me’ murder myself but I don’t want to die just yet… so I have to just sit here and watch it worsen and worsen, yet I can do nothing about it. I can just see myself and the ‘me’ I see - I am ashamed of.
Oh dear...looks like that just escalated very, very quickly.
Head down, I walk.
I walk.
Alone, I walk.
Nobody cares, nobody notices, nobody knows me.
I won’t let them.
Head down, I walk.
Well that is quite an echoey sad ending that we've got right there.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall this was a pretty cool little story that you've got right here, and I think its doing a great job of really creeping out the readers and getting across the message of this person just being in a horrible place. And that's all I've got to say.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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