Stream of Consciousness

I have no idea how I got here. Which place is this? Oh man, it is so gloomy. And what time is this? Some creepy hour at night? Or is it still day? The place can’t be this dark during day. Damn it ….. how can I be so absent minded?

Someone is pulling my hand. God ….. I am lying on this deserted road at this hour of the night. What am I doing? What’s happening? May be he is trying to get me up. Who is this fellow? My flat mate? No!!!!!!!!! Then? But this excruciating pain, aaaaaaaahhhhhhhh ....... He is hitting on my shoulders. He or she ??? My vision is so blurred. My shoulder is getting smashed into tiny pieces. It feels like thousands of needles being put through my flesh.

I am screaming, loud enough for the entire world to wake up. Then why is that no one is hearing my cry for help, not even my assaulter? My voice got vanished somewhere. But it is coming out of my lips. Then where is it going? What is happening? Someone give me a drop of water, at least.

I can't think staright. I desperately need my mobile. Thank God that the guy is all occupied. And now he is his shifting his attention to the other shoulder. The pain is mounting. Am I balancing somewhere between existence and oblivion? Or am I already ….?

Ohhhhh Nooooooooo. The mobile is dead too. It isn't turning on. Now ???????

The guy ..... I am still not sure if that is a man or woman ....... started smashing my legs. Ohhhh stoppp. Plllllllllsssssssssssss

I miss Sigmund Freud. But then, would he have called me a psycho??!!!!!!!!!