Ok you’re right, May’s Project is a few days behind, I know. But it has been an incredibly busy week at work. A reasonably short part today, I’m finding it increasingly difficult and I’m only 5 parts into it! Check out Part 4 to catch-up before you read on….

Part 5

The view was breathtaking. Clear blue skies, green rolling hills and a feeling of freedom. I looked around to try to take in exactly where i was. The sun looked impossibly large in the sky and the sound of birds filled the air. I stood in awe at the sight in front of me. As I stood there I began to hear a faint sound that slowly got louder. It was laughter… in the distance I could hear laughing. Without hesitation I began to follow it, I hadn’t heard laughter for weeks. It lead me down a country lane, I began running but still it didn’t seem to get closer. As I rounded a bend in the lane I saw it. A cottage. A picture postcard cottage. It was bathed in sunshine and surrounded by roses, tulips, daffodils, all the colours of the rainbow were present. I approached the front door. I was just about to enter when I felt the feeling that had become all too familiar. My head dropped in despair, I slowly began to turn and lift my head, I was back in the real world.

The real world? Where was I? I couldn’t see clearly, the world was a blur. I waited. Waited for the world to come to me. But it didn’t. I could sense movement, people moving around me, and voices, I could hear voices. But nothing was clear. I was inside, that much I could tell. Inside a room, a room that felt so cold and sterile. A room that contained the same presence I had been running from for months. The darkness was rising. I was trying to remember what had happened in an attempt to push ‘it’ from my mind…

I could vaguely remember being in the alley, I remember the pain I had felt, and I remember leaving John in the pub. Where the hell was I? I tried to move, but couldn’t, it felt like I was trapped. Then I began to hear the voices, “….white male….approximately 30 years old….severe head impact…..dead on arrival…”

It took a while for me to make sense of what I was hearing….

Dead on arrival.

DEAD on arrival.

DEAD ON ARRIVAL….