Bump
Strolling down 3rd street, lost in my world, humming along to music, getting into my groove,. I was looking up at the sky, taking in deep breaths of the city around me, when this man bumped into me. I stumbled back before I turned to apologize for not watching where I was going, but he didn't stop, he kept walking, as if nothing had even happened. Ignoring me like a leaf had glanced off his shoulder.
I shook my head, brushing myself off, reminding myself to pay better attention. "Shake it off," I said reassuring myself and continued on my walk, my mood tarnished but not broken.
In a few blocks my composure regained. I felt at peace with the world again, I had turned up my beats, my head bopping along. Cocooned by the song the world faded around me, my eyes closed as I enjoyed the melody. Remembering I was walking down the street my eyes opened in time to see a woman walk right into my shoulder. Her red with black polka dot dress flashed as strode by, not wavering from the contact.
Twice in one day is a bit much, my day was not going the way I had hoped. My head slung low, I decided to head home, taking more care to watch for anyone coming my way. At home I could crawl into the bath, relax, get lost in my music, and forget.
Rounding the corner of my block, third times a charm, my boyfriend Jamie slammed into me. I fell to the ground, my hands stung, I looked down to see them scraped and bleeding. Expecting him to stop and help me up, to apologize, I sat there. It wasn't long before I realized that he was gone. My face immediately flushed, I sprung up, turned to him striding away already half a block away. I yelled his name, but he didn't slow. I sprinted after him, reaching for his shoulder whip him around and make him notice me, to see that he hurt me. My fingers grazed the soft denim of his jacket, a drop of blood formed a red spot on the light blue. It was the last thing I felt before him and the world around me began to disappear in wisps of smoke. The colors wafting and pooling around me becoming the blackness that surrounds me now.
For a long time, possibly a short time, I can't tell. I have thought about trying to get back, but there is nothing, and I know that I am now part of that nothing too.