The Watch – Part 251:

(Amy’s perspective)

My eyes snap open and I sit up quickly, gasping for air and trying to figure out which way is up. For a moment, the world is spinning violently, making me queasy. But the moment my senses start to settle down, I start calming down and the world comes to a complete standstill, except I can feel the world falling through space. I can feel it spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and then it stops. A heartbeat passes. I wait for that moment when I’m flung sideways along with the rest of the world, but nothing. I’m sitting still. The world didn’t stop suddenly, I did.

After my lungs have finished pumping enough oxygen around my system to keep me from passing out again, the rest of my senses start to come back to me. The sound of the world around me deafens me before quietens down to the point where I can barely hear it anymore over the sound of dripping water. And that one drip of water multiples into many drips, and they multiply again and again, until they become uncountable. And then my final two senses kick in. Water splashes onto my cheeks, followed by another drop, and then another, and then they fall onto my arm, and then onto my other arm and then my legs and then, a freezing cold sensation ran down my neck and down my back, waking me up further.

I look around and see that my trousers and shoes are caked in mud where they have been resting in a deep puddle. The next thing feel is blades of grass poking through the gaps between my fingers. I look down and I find that my hands are also drenched in muddy water.

My hair falls down into my eyes. When I move it out of the way, I find that it is also drenched. I accidentally bush my muddy hand above my eyebrow and I could feel the sticky mud clinging onto my skin, trying to drip down into my eyes.

And then the sky boomed. There was a bright flash of light. It was then that I realised that I had been laying in a thunder storm in the middle of a field for an unknown amount of time. I start shivering as the cold raindrops force their way down my back.

The longer I sat here, the colder I became. My hands and feet stung the longer they stayed in the rapidly freezing water. Lifting them out of the water, it was a sudden relief. The cold air felt hot, which somehow started to warm up my body. I kept them in one position for too long a time, and they rapidly went cold once more, giving my body the shivers once more, this time, so much worse than before. I needed to get to find shelter as soon as I can. Then, when the storm passes, I will be able to find my friends, Sebastian and Tom. They have to be here somewhere. I looked around and saw a deserted field, complete with a few trees here and there, but when I looked behind me, I found that I was only feet away from civilisation. That was lucky.

I attempt to stand up. The first time I try, I immediately lose my balance and I fall backwards into the deep puddle. Water splashed over me, shooting thick mud into my face, my hair and my clothes. I sat there, contemplating what on earth is wrong with me before I tried again. This time, after clambering out of the puddle, the slippery mud made it difficult to find my balance, but eventually I was standing on my own two feet once more. But the moment that I took a step forward, I lost it again and I went knee first into the mud. I put my hands out in front of me and they prevented me from face-planting the mud, but it did mean that my hands were now completely covered in mud. Pulling them out, I pushed myself up and my knees popped out of the two wholes they made themselves with a watery squelching sound.

Once again, I push myself back to my feet, and remain standing there until I was sure that I wasn’t going to fall down again. But, the longer I stood there, the more my feet sunk into the mud. I was noticed before they sunk too far. Luckily, when I pulled them out, my shoes came with me, but I knew that they had sunk low enough to render them useless for a few days as they slowly dried and the mud flaked off.

Closing my eyes, concentrating on what needed to be done, I lifted one foot up and followed through with the first step, and then I did another, and another, and another until I built up enough momentum to keep walking forward. I knew that if I stopped I would fall back down again. Civilisation was only moments away. All I needed was to find a bus shelter or a bridge to stand under until the storm passes. Once then, I would be able to focus on finding my friends and getting a change of clothes.

It’s a shame that I don’t have my phone with me so that I would be able to call someone to come and get me. Then again, I actually have no idea where I am. At first I thought that I was in the field where the concert was, but the closer I came to the houses, the more I started to realise that I didn’t recognise any of the houses, and last time I checked, there wasn’t an apartment block near the field either. That can only mean that I am indeed in a completely different place. Great, that’s all that I need. Well, at least I am finally out of that hell I like to call that glass box.

I’ll figure something out.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Thanks for reading

Antony Hudson

(TonyHadNouns)