2. Chapter Two
The white flickered away. The next thing I knew, I was in a crowded street. It must have been New York City, with the blandness, and the sheer amount of people and noise. I was pushed along the street, until I finally regained my physical movement. I started to walk against the flow of people, and asking people “Where am I?” or “What’s happening?”
But No-one answered. It was like I wasn’t even there. Then I heard a scream. It sounded like a man, and I figured that it was probably mine.
I was back in the abyss again. This time however, I heard a man singing. It was very broken, like a corrupt .MP3 file. I saw the animal again, and I managed to get close enough to determine it was a black cat. As I edged nearer, it disappeared. I noticed a black box, among the whiteness. I started walking toward it, and it slowly revealed itself to be a piano. I saw the keys were moving, but nobody was playing it. I also noticed, that I could hear it, but it was, like the singing, broken and corrupt.
I managed to make out some of the lyrics.
“Touch. Sweet touch.” The piano gradually got louder, “you’ve given me too much to feel.”
The man’s voice was much clearer now, and it sounded like he was about to cry “Sweet touch. You’ve almost convinced me I’m real.”
As he finished singing, and the piano started glitching, like a messed up video file, my false sense of security faded.