For some weeks she had been aware of various feelings. One such feeling had given her a strange sensation. This particular feeling was like none she had sensed before, and she was afraid it was coming to hurt her. How she knew this only made her want to curl up into a little ball and hide.
This strange enclosure she found herself in was her home. How had she arrived here? She was unsure what she did know it was her home, and she was afraid of losing it.
Over time the strange sensation went away and was replaced by yet more feelings. One such feeling had made her feel unusual, she became aware of a floating sensation yet instinctively she knew these new feelings meant her no harm. Not knowing how she knew this was of no consequence, only that she did. She settled back into her home warm, content and safe, for now.
She had by now lost all sense of time, and once again she began to feel threatened had that strange sensation returned? Had it brought her to awareness once again? She was unsure. Had she been discovered? although still threatened there was a sense of calmness in her panic.
Many weeks as you the reader understands time past. Disturbed by unsure memories of a strange sensation forced her from her cocoon of safety. Unsure feelings began to rise from deep within.
Earlier memories came flooding back being afraid, wanting to hide, something beyond her control was at work, her home was no longer a place of safety, there really was nowhere to hide, all that could be done was to wait.
Where had these powerful memories come from? What was that sound? Either way, something was coming.
Time and time again anxious at what may be becoming. No longer feeling safe in what had become home, what was happening? What was there to be afraid of?
Trying to focus on the strange rumbling sound the more the source remained hidden. This was of no comfort what was happening? It was close now, getting ever nearer, with no-where to hide all that could be done had been done it was only a matter of time.
The sounds, panic, fear was this all real? was this the end, with nowhere to hide it was coming and there was no going back. Her home had now become a prison. Was there to be no understanding were had this oppression of fear, anxiety come from? What had she done to suffer this kind of punishment.
Afraid as he was at whatever time was left to him he needed to be honest with himself.
Focusing back to the first time he became aware of these strange feelings he had also become aware of a presence. Unsure he pressed on. More memories, he could now feel the panic, the need to hide. His own awareness now over-shadowed the fear.
It was as if these memories as strange as they seemed to him, may have once been his own. Yet more memories came to him, with guilty leading them, he now understood the panic, the need to hide, the waiting.
Not wishing her harm he had been happy to stay hidden, content in the knowledge they were one, but things changed she had, had a sensing of things to come. Keeping it close to her she tried to hide it. She had failed she knew the other had sensed it too. They were talking about her and it had made him fearful. The noises had been soft, filled with affection. It could not end like this, he would not let it end like this.
He now understood the strange feelings he had been sensing, she’d every right to be afraid. Not his memories, they had been her memories the strange sensations, the need to hide, feeling afraid.
He was sensing her panic. He had not wished her harm. She was right he had heard the noises also, and new they weren’t for him.
The year 1964 the day Wednesday, early morning, the coming attraction was a birth, not just any birth, this was the birth time of a unique baby. A baby that would in times to come have many doubts. These doubts unknown to the infant, at this time, would grow with the child. but for now all that mattered was the birth. The infant’s arrival here on earth.
In a heartbeat, before the first breath was taken, he remembered killing his sister… then it was gone… He had become the stronger. Rightly or wrongly he had survived.
Yet more weird thinking.