“Miss are you alright?”
A passing pedestrian stopped to ask.
I couldn’t speak, because I didn’t know the answer.
I just looked up at him, I wasn’t sure what emotion my face conveyed, because I couldn’t feel.
“Do you want me to call a doctor?”
He asked in what my mind comprehended as concern.
I just looked up at him, unable to speak.
After a moment of silence, he lost interest and went along on his merry way.
Ian . The name burned my throat as if it were coated in acid.
I eased myself off the ground, and brought myself up.
I called a taxi, and shortly arrived at my apartment.
I still had absoloutly no feeling, as if my body were made up completely of novicane.
I tore a picture of him off the wall, and threw my cell phone out the window.
Still nothing…
My mind was a frenzy, I chased it around and around throughout its complicated motions until I collapsed onto my hardwood floor.
“Ian.”
I spoke aloud. My throat burned.