Let it play..
Cold and slightly damp the cool metal pressed hard against her fragile skin. Whipping her hair flinging it in her face there was a combination of sleeting rain and hard wind, pushing against her, ultimately pressing her closer against him. Uncomfortable at the feeling of being outside, for so long she was trapped in the suffocating stale bitter air that suppressed her like a caged animal, or was it not that long, she had of course lost track. SNAP goes the flash as it blinds her momentarily. She took a picture and will save it for when she will soon again be caged. Her pictures aren’t like that of a given camera, she can remember every thought, feeling, goose bump, sweat drop, flick of the ear, and lingering taste, that happened in that one moment. Is she mad or is she a genius that she really doesn’t know but wishes quite the opposite of both, in the second that has gone by where the picture was taken and the wind has flung her hair estrange, she has become aware that they aren’t watching her close at all. She smiles carelessly convinced that’s what they want her to do, and the tightening feeling on her forearm the slight squeeze from him proves she was correct. Switch reverse backspace a picture has snapped into her crooked vision. Salty, she hated the salty taste that engulfed her taste buds as she sat on the new flashy metal bench. It was Spring it should be hot, but the slightly too brezzy air and the constant drizzle mix together to drive her into a state of aggravation, he would do this to her. Goose bumps overlap her slightly sun kissed chest and half exposed legs, she thought it w would be warmer, but she was wrongZooming and zipping the long high pitched sound makes her ears buzz, she loves this meadow this park but she hates the alarming sounds of the car horns. Throbbing temples, the saltiness on her tongue is making the buzz grow and then yea bringing the dizziness on. Creak, Creak, Creak, a snap and a crackle no pop, she’s not eating cereal her head is spinning blacks and grays lingering into the green of the park, in a second he’s there running to her trying to keep her safe. Beeeeeeep, no the sound the sound she hates, spinning even faster the sweat mixing with the rain the goose bumps sprouting on top of the next, ears ringing , legs shacking out of control, she’s going to fall down wait when did she stand up. Another ominous beep that fades before she hears it completely before she can ponder on this an explosion of red of shrieks and crying out and orange and heat take on the scene that was developing in her eyes, and right before the saltiness takes over her brain, right before she can comprehend the whole scene, she sees him his eyes half open glazed, his mouth parted she knows they were forming the words he will never get to say. And then she screamed, and the dizziness took hold she thinks the scream is what was keeping her together all along. And now she is screaming really screaming, she wasn’t even there at all, she realizes she was hanging on to the wrong him this was the wrong park the wrong scene, the wrong picture had played. The stale air  that taste too bitter is gretting her as they struggle her back into the horrible cage of the white walled room, she was so used to, She closes her eyes, letting the pictures just play. 
  

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