The Flow (1/1)

One step into that club and I knew it was trouble. I wanted to run out of that building, straight down the street. Maybe even run all the way to my house. I wanted to get away from there.But I couldn't move. It was like my legs refused any sort of suggestion my mind made. Like my legs where so tired of running all the time and just wanted to not for one. Just not run.But I had to! I mean what good would it give me if I stayed in this crowded place any longer? None. I knew that. So why wasn't I moving. The command screamed through my head only to be followed by no response.MOVE!

JUST MOVE?!

GODAMMIT MOVE RIGHT NOW!

Move!

Move Now

Move Please...

Please Just Move...

I want to move.Some body accidently knocked me on my side, sending me almost to the ground, but luckily I had a good sense of balance to keep me up.Ahhh....that's why I won't move...It's not that I didn't want to move, I just couldn't move. I was left there on the bed. After what seemed like a decade he was finished. He somehow managed to put on his pants and just walk out of the room. As if it was nothing. Was he drunk? Was he high? Was he completely sober? His actions screamed delusional, but the way he just picked himself up and walked on out made me doubtful.

I wanted to close my eyes. I really wanted to close my eyes, I mean by this point the room was pitch black and my eyes where so puffy from the tears they where practically closed. But I couldn't sleep.I felt like I hadn't slept in ages, like the fatigue had built up from the beginning of my life and just exploded out of ever nook and cranny of my bones, but the sleep wouldn't come. My breathing was raspy from the beating. I tried attempting to get up, in fear he would come back, but everytime I inched my body upwards it felt like my bones cracked from all the effort.I focused my mind on the voices outside. I could still here the music booming and the people muttering, but I didn't here Jiyongs.Where's Jiyong? Jiyong was always near me in every situation, he barely even conseted to me working at the market. But why was it now I couldn't even hear his voice?After a while of staring out at the darkness of the room I heard the music get muffled and the voices mroe far away.Ahh... I never realise how beautiful sleep was.

My body had remembered the ever lasting pain from that night when I did try to move, when I did try to run. My body became paralyzed at this smell because that's all that came in through my nose when I was near that man. My body got used to the routine of not moving an inch not making a sound when this air slid through my nostrils.I don't know what to do.I don't think I can move.I don't remember how to move.I need help.I want someones help.But I don't know where my voice is now.And so I stayed in that club for such an aching amount of time. Letting the crowds of people move me along with them in fear if I refused I would be swept under. It was like I had changed to human flesh to a rag doll. Letting my environment do what it pleased and just drifted almost flow.I hated going with the flow.