May looks outside - the sun is out and she sees kites in the sky. It is a lovely day to visit the beach. With it being so near May just has to cross the road to get there; but first she needs to change. With a skip in her chest she bounces around the room picking up item after item. She then dresses and leaves.
The salt in the air can be noticed. May sees a surfer and she smiles. She knows that should lay down her towel, but with so many people around she doesn't feel like it. May recalls a separate beach twenty minutes walk away, and she moves towards it with her bag on her shoulder.
The walk in long - May sweats as she clears the flies from her face. She grows hot, so hot she becomes dizzy; but she fights her feelings and continues to walk. It feels like a walk down a stage, but her stage is the beach-side boardwalk. She pushes her steps forward, and before she knows it she is at the beach.
There are not kites or sunbakers - just a few birds and some grass. May smiles and she races for a shade under a dune, and there she lays down her towel to claim her spot. May relaxes as she lays herself down onto the towel - it is time to soak in some rays.
An hour passes, then two, then three - May is sound asleep as the sun moves to sink down over the horizon. A soft wind blows and pushes sand onto May's face - she grimaces as she feels it sprinkle coarse sand onto her skin. May then looks around - the night has come and all it dark.
"How long was I asleep?" she gasps before she sits up and re-dresses.
May walks by the road to get back home. The lights of the cars hit her skin at times, but when they are not it is dead black. May walks with her head-down and every now and again a stranger passes - she does not smile, she just grows a chill over her spine. She wishes she had not slept for so long, but her feet make distance as she steadily walks, and soon she doesn't worry any longer.
The hum of a car resting by a look out car-park alerts May. She looks up and sees a black car, and she smiles - there is a smell of petrol in the air and it comforts her, it calms her, it makes her feel less alone. A figure emerges from the car as she walks behind the vehicle, and then she turns her head before whack! Something hits her from behind. May stumbles as she feels her mouth drop open, she rushes to touch the back of her head before she is grabbed. She twirls around in a blur before she is stuffed into the back of the car, and then with her heart inside of her tongue the car leaves.
May looks around but her vision is blurring - one face looks like a cream pie that has melted all over her eyes. May touches her head and she holds her fingers in front of her face - she sees hot dogs standing in a row and she swears to herself - she has been hurt.
"I need a hospital;" she muttered to no one before she faints.
The world is a black stage. May turns around and sees a barren audience - she screams, and then she runs face into a black abyss which doesn't seem to end. May pants as she feels her brain beg her to stop. She can't stop - she is running, running far away, away from that dead black stage and towards who knows where. There are tears running down her face and she can't stop, and so she runs further and further away.
May flicks her eyes open - there is someone on top of her moving like they are having a sexual time. May then feels it - a breakage, a hurt, a sore; she swears under her breath before she touches her face. It feels cool but wet - the wet is kind of sticky; it is like she has been crying and she touches her eyes and feels a tear dangling on the edge of an eye-lash. May wipes at it to make it go away, and then she clears her throat. A hand clasps her throat to give it a squeeze, and then woosh! A hot warm wave is felt inside and May shivers as her skin turns cold.
"Can I go?" asks May.
"No!" says a voice before she is slapped hard in the face.
May blacks out again. She rests in a fog of mindlessness for a long time before she wakes. She finds herself on a patch of sand by the stump of a ct down tree. May gets up and looks around - it is dark, so dark she figures it must be past midnight. However she hears the ocean and she turns to see a look out - she is back where she had been before she had been pushed into that car.
"Was there a car?" asks May as she begins to walk.
Her legs almost give way - there's a hop and she swears before she bites her tongue. May looks for her bag - it is gone, it has been taken. Her keys heavy in her pockets is the only thing she has. May sighs - she wishes she had her bag, she could use her mobile to call a taxi or someone. May then walks - it's painful but she takes it easy leaning on trees,, fence, and determined will to lead the way down the street.
It takes an hour before she reaches her apartment, and when inside she collapses on the fall. She will probably throw up in the morning, but at that moment she drifts in unconscious state dreaming of black spaces while the night turns with the tick of a clock.
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