Space Oddity

Inspired by the song Space Oddity by David Bowie


3. Three

He was floating in the most peculiar way. It was the strangest thing he had ever experienced. Stars flew around the bathroom, glittering gold balls of light. It was just like space.

He could feel his worries lift off him, as if the gravity had been turned off. His mind was free once more and he felt himself smiling, something he had not been able to do in months.

Blissful freedom. Not a care in the world. He had fixed everything, and there was nothing left to worry about. It was all going to be alright.

Rainbows, a blur of colour followed his vision, dazzling him. It image in front of him began to change; it became pixelated, similar to what he sometimes saw on the television. Everything around the room was now made up of large squares.

He got up, wanting to get out. It was becoming less and less relaxing. He managed a few staggering steps before he crashed into an unseen wall, and fell painfully to the floor.

The colours were overwhelming and he shut his eyes, wanting them to leave. It felt like there was a dark universe inside his mind, where whatever movement he made or thought he generated caused an explosion of bright neon lights inside his head, blinding his brain and disconcerting him.

A sound. A repeated, irritating noise. Ping, ping, ping. He shoved his fingers in his ears, but the noise continued. Moaning and groaning, he made another attempt to get the door, which he now regretted bolting it shut.

Voices, unrecognisable, whizzed around him. Whisper, secrets, thing he thought were hidden. Then came the sounds of his family, his children laughing, his wife crying with happiness at the sight of their newborn child. Then there was his voice, from a time that felt like years ago, talking as though he had no time in the world.

He felt like he was trapped inside a small, constricting tin can, whirling around in space and one hundred miles an hour. Scrunching himself into a ball, he began to whisper inconceivable words.

His breath came in short, sharp bursts, struggling to take in enough oxygen. His body was convulsing and he had a feeling of extreme pressure on his body. Panic took over his general systems and he began to shake violently.

Bowing his head, he began to pray. Not being a religious man, he was unsure of what to say. Shutting his eyes, he tries to ignore the pain and focus on his breathing.

"Please, God, if you pull me through this, I will never, ever, do anything like this again. Pleas, I promise."

There was a loud banging on the door. The sound rung in his empty head, bouncing off the walls of his skull. A voice, a woman, shouting, she sounded desperate. High-pitch. Angela.

"I love you, Angela," he managed to make the words loud enough so that the voice outside stopped, and instead the sound of quiet sobbing began.

"I know Tom, I love you too. Please let me in."

"I can't," he whispered back.

There was nothing he could do.

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