I Am - Chapter 1
Everywhere.
It was everywhere.
He could sense it all around him. Somehow, without having to think about it (indeed, he couldn't have if he had tried), he knew it was suffocating him. He began to hate it almost as soon as he became aware of its existence. He knew, deep in the core of his self (which is all he knew he had), that he was alone. Alone, and enveloped by this stuff.
He wanted to run away- to get out. He didn't know where out was. After all, it was everywhere. The only other choice was to go in. He turned in upon himself, doing his best to ignore the choking feeling outside. When he turned in, he felt his first hope. There was a tiny hold. It was his self, and his self had power.
He discovered that he could keep turning in on himself, discovering a smaller, more concrete self within the one he had just grabbed onto. He felt the strength of his foothold on this plane of existence beginning to grow. He kept turning in. For ages, he turned, grasping smaller and smaller holds which seemed to grow bigger when he pulled himself in toward them. He kept at this for so long, that the thing outside became less and less important. After an age of ages, he forgot about outside. At that exact moment, he felt the power of his self solidify into completion.
Before, he had only one sense. It was a kind of vague feeling, or what one might call a premonition. Now, he suddenly became aware of five senses. Even though he saw, felt, heard, smelled, and tasted nothing, he knew they were all there. Could these help him hide from the thing outside? In the next instant, he realized he wouldn't have to.
He felt his self aching, and just as he began to become genuinely annoyed with this new pain he had stumbled upon, it was gone. The ache left his body, and he was blinded by a bright flash. It was only a pinprick, but it was the most beautiful pinprick he had ever seen. In truth, it was the first thing he had ever seen with his new sense of sight. And it was coming from outside.
It was everywhere.
He could sense it all around him. Somehow, without having to think about it (indeed, he couldn't have if he had tried), he knew it was suffocating him. He began to hate it almost as soon as he became aware of its existence. He knew, deep in the core of his self (which is all he knew he had), that he was alone. Alone, and enveloped by this stuff.
He wanted to run away- to get out. He didn't know where out was. After all, it was everywhere. The only other choice was to go in. He turned in upon himself, doing his best to ignore the choking feeling outside. When he turned in, he felt his first hope. There was a tiny hold. It was his self, and his self had power.
He discovered that he could keep turning in on himself, discovering a smaller, more concrete self within the one he had just grabbed onto. He felt the strength of his foothold on this plane of existence beginning to grow. He kept turning in. For ages, he turned, grasping smaller and smaller holds which seemed to grow bigger when he pulled himself in toward them. He kept at this for so long, that the thing outside became less and less important. After an age of ages, he forgot about outside. At that exact moment, he felt the power of his self solidify into completion.
Before, he had only one sense. It was a kind of vague feeling, or what one might call a premonition. Now, he suddenly became aware of five senses. Even though he saw, felt, heard, smelled, and tasted nothing, he knew they were all there. Could these help him hide from the thing outside? In the next instant, he realized he wouldn't have to.
He felt his self aching, and just as he began to become genuinely annoyed with this new pain he had stumbled upon, it was gone. The ache left his body, and he was blinded by a bright flash. It was only a pinprick, but it was the most beautiful pinprick he had ever seen. In truth, it was the first thing he had ever seen with his new sense of sight. And it was coming from outside.
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