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Since last I've updated this chapter I have yet to encounter that frightening yet beautiful sight which electrifies my life. That one moment was locked in my cerebellum for life, stored in the deepest center of my frontal lobe, inside the reading nook of my body.
I was terrified, since that last encounter I have moved, moved on, moved far, away from society, away from that sodium hydroxide sphere of debris and darkness. For the first time I was all alone, captivated by the light of the city.
I decided that my time of total loner life and depression was not my way to go. I needed to step out of the door and into the light again. I was ready to move forward and forget about that dirty little bubble. I tried and tried but to my knowledge that little soup stud was still out there, still looking for me, searching for its victim which was me.
For once I decided to step out of my comfort and I totally he street light, the warm dust and light particles hitting my back while I waited for the elongated Rectangular automobile to stop at the light where I stood alone.
I waited alone in the dark as the hours past, seconds turned into minutes which soon lapsed into hours and hours went into days, suddenly I was alone and I felt a cold drop of ice hit my warm check as if it was raining but cooler. Snow? How can it be that one will encounter snow in the middle of the summer solstice. For that I do not now but for now all I have to do is sit and wait well not exactly sit beacuse perhaps there was no seats just one telephone booth which glew with all its glory I'll by itself that one telephone-booth. I was alone in the darkness until suddenly another human being decided to approach my dark shadow. The other human being looked at me and realized that I was here since July. They looked startled as if they saw a ghost perhaps they had a reason to look that startled I looked like a ghost I was here since July. They just looked on ahead and ignored me like I was just another breeze in the dust. The bus came and we walked aboard the air conditioned automobile. There was many some with coats some without even the wind the mist of July many people were called while others were warm and I otherwise was wearing a fall attire. There was many some may say that I stumbled upon a lucky boss one with much people but some may consider this very unlucky for me I was just happy that I found the bus since I've been waiting here since July. The bus soon begin to move and I watched as the trees passed by me and lightning speed. The trees became a blob more like a surge of lightning because as far as I can see the buildings the trees everything was a block a block of light a blob of force a block of energy just a blob of power with all power can hold was just a human inside a Bus. The minutes were beginning to elongate one by one. But the repetition soon became inevitable that one may get bored so I turn to my next passenger. This however was not a good idea since the passenger looked at me straight in the eyes and go "hey look away". Something about this person's persona made me just wonder I didn't look away as I should've I just kept looking at them. because of my intense glaring I didn't realize that they grab their person hit me straight in the face, I really shouldn't have looked because I realize that I got pepper sprayed it was very common in the city one to get pepper sprayed want to get attacked want to get thrown out of the bus just like I did but not common enough that I would stay in the bus stop until the summer solstice. Soon The bus stopped and I saw something something I haven't seen in years some thing that surprised me and I decided to run and run like I never did before run like I did before the time that I saw my one mistake the one bubble the one scary thought in the back of my head. I ran as fast as possible I ran into my house lock the door heard that key close and I was relieved the breath I took when I realized that everything went silent to silent way to silent to realize that I wasn't alone the sink was running in my house perhaps I left it running? But no I never leave my sink running that wasn't something I would do ever since that incident I would know better would I? I was too scared to find out because that door behind that door was my faith my faith on whether I will see you another day. I was calm I ran up to my room and I began changing changing into my morning attire well I depend on many tires but mainly the one that I go to sleep with. I was ready for bed sleep of them all but I realized that before I got into my bed my door was open and yes I just came in but still I just never leave the door open that's not like me I realize that my closet was kind of shifted as if something or someone has gone through it gone into it whatever you may see. What it was I didn't know I was afraid to know that it was the one thing I fear the most the one thing that haunted me ever since last year. I looked on and fear for the worst as I heard the worst sound that I've ever heard from about 10 years back that same sound haunts me to this day that popping sound that irritable little popping sound. This was when I remembered the soapy little mess that one that happened to the bathroom the very first day. If only I haven't dropped that soap if only I haven't reached to grab it if only I have just kept my own business and left the bathroom and the soap on the floor but no my snoopy little business had to go grab the soap. Wass I created the one thing I fear the most the dirty bubble the one with that little grin the one that will ruin my life I was not alone the bubble has followed me has cursed me has never let me go every time I try to sleep every time I try to move I hear that you are double sound that screeching that popping whatever you may see whatever you may hear it follows me and follows me still I don't know what to do what we want to wet when will go away I know I started a bit I always do I don't even know what I said in that sentence,  Since that dirty little bubble since that dirty little mess I don't know what to think about my life anymore what do you think about the sentence as I say anymore I was done I was alone I was afraid and for the first time I didn't see you tomorrow I just saw today I just saw now I just saw that I had to do what I have to do and what I had to do was grab a knife and pop what I had to pop. It was like getting rid of a blister that has been there for 28 years. I was ready for combat was ready for battle was ready to say goodbye to some thing that has fear for my life I was done let it be said that I was ready to say goodbye to the one thing that sets me apart from everybody else that bubble experience that dirty little bubble I was ready to say goodbye to make amends whatever you call it to say goodbye to the evil that once filled my heart the bubble the dirty little bubble the DÖRTË BUBBŁÉ