likenowhere (likenowhere) wrote in 400words,
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What are you thinking right now?



What are you thinking right now?

What?

Right now. What are you thinking?

I don't know. I knew right up until you asked. You interrupted me.

Stop avoiding the question.

I'm not! You broke my train of thought.

Well, find it again. Go with your gut. Free-associate. What are you thinking right now?

Now I feel like I'm in a dark, stuffy room in some dingy basement somewhere. I've been kidnapped --- you kidnapped me, but you're not here right now --- I don't know where I am or how I got here. I'm sitting on a hard metal chair. My head hurts. It stinks in here. Muggy, damp. My eyes are rolling in my head. It's hard to focus. I think there's someone else in here with me. Yeah. There's definitely someone. I can smell him --- he stinks of sweat and cigarettes. I can hear him breathing, raspy, labored breathing. He's fat and sweating and he's watching me. He flips a switch somewhere and I get of flash of whiskers and a rumpled, sweat-stained suit and then bright, hot, blinding light. I clamp my eyes shut but I already feel like there's an axe in my head. My ears are ringing with the pain but somewhere just beyond that, I can hear him. He's screaming at me.

What's he saying?

I don't know. I don't understand him. He's right up in my face. I can feel his voice on my skin, and his breath --- it's a sick fog of nicotine, whiskey, and mucus. He's yelling so hard, little drops of spit spray my forehead. I think he's going to hit me. He's asking questions. He wants something from me. I don't know what. I don't have it. I don't know what he wants.

What's he saying?

I don't know, I don't know. Christ, my head hurts.

What's he saying? Open your eyes.

His eyes are small, crazed, and bloodshot, almost lost in the folds. His whole face is red and covered in sweat. He's got his fist behind my head, pulling my hair back hard and he's screaming down into my face. Then suddenly, he lets go and steps back. We're both out of breath, him more than me. He's given up reasoning with me. He reaches in his jacket pocket and pulls out switch blade. He's still talking over convulsive breaths. I still can't hear him but I can see his lips move.

What's he saying?

He's saying, "What are you thinking right now?"
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