another louis chap
Louis P.O.V.
Swirling colors and ticking clocks. Time passes and I lay here. The world keeps turning and I turn with it. Things don't flow in my brain. Just numb. Bits and pieces are strewn about. The pieces won't connect. I try and make connections, but nothing clicks. No lightbulbs, no epiphanies, no realizations, nothing. I guess this is what I wanted. Being able to exist without having the stress of thought.
If I move my hands I can feel the soft imported Egyptian sheets graze my hands. It only reminds me of my house, but I don't understand why I need such expensive sheets. It doesn't make sense anymore. Nothing does, really. Like for instance, Spencer. She left me, I don't know why. I think there was a reason but I can't think. I can't remember, I can't even begin to understand why someone would want to cause another person that much pain.
It's like I am having an out-of-body experience. I know there was pain, but it doesn't feel like I felt it. It feels like my life if spread out on tables, in snapshots and quotes. I hate feeling like this. I can see all the pain, love, trust, hatred, jealousy, anger, and heartbreak I felt. But It feels like I didn't feel it.
I think I am sobering, or the drug equivalent to sobering up, up. I can see my bedroom, I can see the real world, the tables slowly fading. Now that reality is crashing back onto me, I am overwhelmed with emotions. I don't know what I am feeling, but it's crippling. I feel a stabbing pain in my head and heart. Dry sobs wrack my body as I curl up into a ball. Tears eventually start streaming down my face. I throw my hand out and scrape the bed, in search of my phone. My hand finally lands on the stupid contraption. I pull it to me and unlock it. I scroll through my contacts, with blurry vision, in search of one person. I hit the call button and pull the phone to my ear. It rings twice.
"Ello'?" Casey's groggy voice sounds through the phone.
"I don't remember what I had for breakfast this morning Casey! I don't remember what I though about ten minutes ago, but I can remember every bad emotion I have ever felt. I am so overwhelmed. I can't handle this!" I stutter through my words and scream, but I think I get my point across.
"Louis take a deep breath. This is normal, it will pass after a few days. It's only your mind getting used to the Avantesee."
"What does he have that I don't Case? I don't know what I did to deserve this! She just left." I use his old nickname, remembering all the times I had to call him to get out of trouble.
"No Louis, don't you dare. Don't you even dare start that nonsense." He says forcefully into the phone.
"B-but-" He cuts of my stuttering.
"No! Louis, you will not. Don't you even fucking dare!" He shouts.
"But I loved her."
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