Lost in His Mind
He soared through the sky and looked around the streets of
Chicago. He flew up into the night sky on seconds before when he realized the beauty of the night. He could do anything he wanted. He could fly or run at supersonic speed. He had the whole world at his fingertips. Reading minds and becoming invisible were his favorite. But tonight, he simply wanted to look at the streets of Chicago. It was peaceful up there compared to the city streets. Car horns honked and people raced around
the sidewalks to get where the needed to be. He didn’t want to be around all those people, the people who pushed him away. He didn’t want to talk to them or even see them. He wanted silence.
But an hour ago, he was walking the city streets in the
daylight. This time he didn’t have a cape on his back. He was in panic.
Everything was going wrong. His hands were shaking and he wanted two seconds of
silence so he could think, but the silence never came. His mind was flooded with
thoughts and emotions about everything that occurred in his life. He was ready
to snap. He needed an escape from this town and this life. He needed silence.
Two hours earlier, he had a mask on his face while the sirens
chased him through the city streets. This time he wasn’t the hero defending
evil. He was the villain. The sirens began when he broke out of the bank with
the money sack under his arm. Sweat started dripping down his back moments
before when he walked into the bank with a gun strapped to his hip. He was ready
for trouble the moment he walked into the bank, but everything seemed all too
crazy. That morning, he wanted nothing more than to escape his worn down
hospital bed. He had no intention of putting on a cape or a mask. But he was
still so confused.
The night before, he was standing on stage in front of five
thousand people. His guitar was strapped around his neck and his heart was
pumping faster than ever before. They were chanting his name over and over
before he walked out onto stage. It was like the voices in his head repeating
themselves. Once again, he craved the silence. He couldn’t escape his thoughts
or feelings. Before he began the show, he was curled in a ball on his dressing
room floor. The chanting was becoming too much. His thoughts were as real as the
people standing out in the crowd. He couldn’t tell the difference. All the
memories were shooting back to him. That moment, it hit him. Three years
earlier, he was sitting in a brand new hospital room because his doctor
diagnosed him with severe schizophrenia.
About this Story: This story was quite confusing at first, but I managed to tell it backwards. This was definitely an interesting topic choice for me.
He soared through the sky and looked around the streets of
Chicago. He flew up into the night sky on seconds before when he realized the beauty of the night. He could do anything he wanted. He could fly or run at supersonic speed. He had the whole world at his fingertips. Reading minds and becoming invisible were his favorite. But tonight, he simply wanted to look at the streets of Chicago. It was peaceful up there compared to the city streets. Car horns honked and people raced around
the sidewalks to get where the needed to be. He didn’t want to be around all those people, the people who pushed him away. He didn’t want to talk to them or even see them. He wanted silence.
But an hour ago, he was walking the city streets in the
daylight. This time he didn’t have a cape on his back. He was in panic.
Everything was going wrong. His hands were shaking and he wanted two seconds of
silence so he could think, but the silence never came. His mind was flooded with
thoughts and emotions about everything that occurred in his life. He was ready
to snap. He needed an escape from this town and this life. He needed silence.
Two hours earlier, he had a mask on his face while the sirens
chased him through the city streets. This time he wasn’t the hero defending
evil. He was the villain. The sirens began when he broke out of the bank with
the money sack under his arm. Sweat started dripping down his back moments
before when he walked into the bank with a gun strapped to his hip. He was ready
for trouble the moment he walked into the bank, but everything seemed all too
crazy. That morning, he wanted nothing more than to escape his worn down
hospital bed. He had no intention of putting on a cape or a mask. But he was
still so confused.
The night before, he was standing on stage in front of five
thousand people. His guitar was strapped around his neck and his heart was
pumping faster than ever before. They were chanting his name over and over
before he walked out onto stage. It was like the voices in his head repeating
themselves. Once again, he craved the silence. He couldn’t escape his thoughts
or feelings. Before he began the show, he was curled in a ball on his dressing
room floor. The chanting was becoming too much. His thoughts were as real as the
people standing out in the crowd. He couldn’t tell the difference. All the
memories were shooting back to him. That moment, it hit him. Three years
earlier, he was sitting in a brand new hospital room because his doctor
diagnosed him with severe schizophrenia.
About this Story: This story was quite confusing at first, but I managed to tell it backwards. This was definitely an interesting topic choice for me.