Suddenly, he threw the bottle onto the brick wall. The wall broke into a hundred million pieces. Brittle and Shiny. And the bottle dissolved into liquidness. And, darkness consumed him. He tried to open his eyes. He could only see a hazy vision of what was happening.
But, then his eyes drooped. A single drop of blood raced down from his head onto the asphalt tiles. He could hear footsteps. He could hear their shouts. Somebody tried to pull him up. They would always ask why. He knew that. He did not have an answer.
They would all remember him for a single day. And, then as usual, it would be back to their mundane lives, lived in order to either reach somewhere or to get a high with whatever they have. Being forgotten did not matter to him, but those murmurs about his sanity, especially when he could not reply…
He could sense the movement of the ambulance. He could also sense the numbness creeping in. And, where the numbness had not yet reached, it was searing pain that he could feel. The horns blared relentlessly. He just wished they could reduce the volume. Time appeared to be dragging itself, just like in those nightmares he usually got.
Yet,for this one time, he knew it was not a nightmare. He could see the walls. Thousands of uniformly coloured grey bricks that were slowly coming to choke him. And, then he remembered. He had tried.
