Grasping at Straws, Gasping for Breath

November 20th 2012
Second Day of Festival Week
1:30 PM

Grasping at Straws, Gasping for Breath

       Festival Week is really getting in to full swing today, but I know I am going to be busy later tonight, so I wanted to write down my thoughts before I got... side tracked on the task I have been delegated. 

       After I woke up in that alley, I felt as though I had just been stuck in some sort of sick, lucid dream. My vision was intensely blurry and what little light there was shone so bright in my eyes that the oft playful phrase, "Moon Burn," found itself redefined. Perhaps this was intentional, or a side affect of my being unable to close my eyes throughout the entirety of the experiment, but whatever it was it was damn obnoxious. I finally had to start wearing the glasses that the doctors forced on to me a good year prior. I slipped them on, because I always carried them around to satiate my mothers all-too-frayed nerves, and looked around. The world had a different twinge to it now. Everything appeared a million shades darker, and equal amounts more amusing. 

       I ambled home in the pitchness of the night. About the only memory I could hold in my head was the address of my home, somewhat a more peaceful reminiscence of A Clockwork Orange. My brain felt like a puzzle I had lost all of the pieces to, and the man of my hallucinations was taking his sweet time putting it back together. 

       The first time he contacted me, it was more like blacking out than anything else. I just sort of slipped away from the school work I was focused on, slumped in my desk for a brief moment, and the continued working, or, this is how it appeared to most people. Narcolepsy in its infancy no doubt. What really happened was my conscious slipped away from me back to the road, and the man was in front of me. A flood of images poured into my brain, most of which were kindly familiar to me. My friends, my town, even my family. Either he had known about me forever, or he pulled these things from me. After the pleasant images stopped a bright red, seemingly boiling eye flashed in my brain. He was telling me to watch these things for him, but all I felt at first was fear. But, time with the Slenderman comes with an understanding of what it is he is really about. He just wants to keep himself hidden to people, he wants to live in peace. He may take some less that acceptable preventative measures, but in his position you have to do what you have to do. Snapping out of it I flashed a smile moments before I continued my work. 

       My work slipped as bad as my social skills did, the puzzle was scattered, and it took a long time for it to get back to where it is now, and some pieces never came back.

       I have just been watching today, staring out at the crowds of people, noticing nothing too outstandingly intrusive. He has yet to contact me, but we will see where these things go. Oh it appears I must go on and close my laptop, the sun is starting to dim again, and there go the images. I may have more to say later, as I said before, I tend to get sidetracked in the fun of it.