The Adventures of I Don't Know

Why, hello again. Yes, again! (Ahh, hello up there, I’m talking to you--Yeah, that’s right.) You know me again from before. From that story you haven’t read yet. But don’t worry, this is not that story. Instead, I would like to tell you another short tale of a little journey that I took. (Actually, it’s the journey that you read before the story you haven’t read yet.) So, there is a probability that you all ready know what I’m going to say, but just incase you don’t remember:

To begin with, let me explain myself. I’m just your normal, average, everyday kinda kid. (Or, at least I was to begin with?) I got up every morning and went to school just like all the other kids my age. (Oh, by the way, I’m a teenager in high school.) After school, I went back home, otherwise, not much else happened. I was leading a pretty boring life. All I did was sleep, eat, and go to school. All was perfectly normal with me, I think?!

I guess it all started back on that one day in early December. It was a Thursday, and the year was,--um-- well I forget! Anyway, I was in school, and all day long I was hearing these strange voices in my head. (Of course, I heard these voices earlier in the previous week, but they were not as prominent. And--well, you know the rest.) Although, I would say at this point, they were more like bizarre noises than voices. Whatever they were trying to say to me, I had no idea. I couldn’t understand the sound at all, but what a strange and very annoying sound it was. With this noise in my head, I had found it very hard to do things. It was complicated for me to concentrate, work, and even think. Especially when I was trying to do my class work, or when I was listening to my friends talk. The voices would just get in the way, mixing every sound together, and turning my thoughts into one big humming buzz. The whole course of the day completely exhausted me.

Once I returned home, I hoped that a good night sleep would do me in good. I decided I should get to bed early, and get as much rest as I possibly could. So I ate dinner, skipped any homework that I had, and passed out as soon as my head hit the comforts of my pillow. When I woke up the next morning, I felt great just as I expected. I wasn’t the slightest bit tired, (hell, I felt like I had been reborn.)

Unfortunately, it was just my luck that when I woke up, so did the noises in my head. (Then again, if I didn’t have bad luck, I wouldn’t have any luck at all!) Also that morning, something new happened. Other than knowing that I was me, and that me was alive, me (or I), was suffering from some type of amnesia. (But it was probably just because of those stupid voices.)

I didn’t know who I was, where I was, all that usual amnesiac stuff, right. My brain just decided to shut down, so I ended up by walking around like some sort of zombie not really knowing what the hell I was doing! I somehow managed to get through the day like normal, but little did I know, the rest of the day would be far from normal. And so, this is where it all began----

Like I usually do, I started talking to myself while I had my cigarette. Soon, I began pacing back and forth, back and forth, with the cigarette in my hand, and kept on talking to myself. As I paced back and forth, back and forth while smoking and talking to myself, I began to talk to myself about why exactly I was talking to myself, and why was I pacing back and forth? But despite the oddity of this everyday situation of talking to my own self about why I am talking to a person in my head that doesn’t exist, I continued to smoke, pace, and of course, talk to myself. (Or: talk, smoke, and pace; or pace, talk, and smoke; or any combination of the three.) While I was in the midst of my pacing, talking, and smoking, I jumped back as I was startled unexpectedly by a loud crashing noise. (It came from the outside of my head.) It sounded like someone was sliding down the roof of the bridge.

I peaked around the corner to see what happened. When I looked around, I saw a head floating down the river. (No body, just a head--bobbing up and down.) Then, the head looked up and inquired me to follow it. I’m not truly sure what possessed me to follow a severed head down a river, but I did. So I flicked away my cigarette, and jumped (into the river). I started to float down stream with the head leading me towards its destination. Just around this same time, I started to hear the voices again. Luckily, and again, they were not in my head. But because they weren’t, I didn’t know where they were coming from, and that frightened me a little. As I listened, I soon discovered the voices were coming from the floating severed head in front of me. 

We floated downstream, and as we did, I got the impression I was floating down some sort of tube. In the distance, a bright light began to emerge. As we proceeded further down stream, we entered into the light.

As this happened, my ears were shot with a deafening noise. Soon thereafter, I completely forgot about the voices because I had to almost scream over my own thoughts to hear myself think. And I began wondering those questions again: where was I, and what’s happening? 

Then I realized we were being sucked into a large whirlpool. The whirlpool swirled into a large funnel like shape, sucking everything down to the ocean floor. It was hopeless to try to escape. The pressure of the water forced my arms to my sides, disenabling any chance I may have had trying to swim away. I could not escape if my life depended on it--

The basement resembled one right out of a movie: dusty, dark, filled with cobwebs, and covered in old junk. “The head is in there." He told me, as he pointed to a large ass sitting in the far corner.

Continue to follow these wacky adventures of the mind. But be forewarned, it may be disturbing!