Sci fi first person hook
So there I was, scanning through the destruction, the pile of debris that used to be home. I could feel my heart beat through my entire body like I had swallowed a ticking time bomb. The part that really shattered my soul though, is the fact that this all happened because of me.
Infinite Time, Baby
Falling into a black hole the way I want to go out.
Not a small black hole, though. If you fall into one of those, your body will stretch into a thin line like a spaghetti noodle, and you'll die instantly. Instead, I want to be thrown into a supermassive black hole.
You can survive for much longer in a supermassive black hole, and what you'll see in the hours before your death will be incredible.
As I fall, I'll look up to the stars. Tens of millions, even billions of years will pass before me in an instant. If I die in a black hole, I'll be the last person to ever live, since time inside it passes so much slower than the outside. Who knows, you might be able to experience the entire age of the universe before you croak, watching stars explode and seeing space expand until there's total darkness, and then silence.
To me, that's the best ending I would ever be able to see, and that's why it's my go-to death sentence.
Right now
My Amygdala-hippocampus connection is buffering and my hypothalamus is wondering why im not running?
Get the fuck out! My adrenal glands’ adrenaline now agrees. But my occipital lobe can no longer see a path to relax or escape this haunt of memory. No rest from the stressful regression to my tragedy of yesterdays. My cerebellum sought out for a silver lining like it plays to my general gray matter, and to me. While my thyroid sits indifferent watching its wristwatch silently. My vocal chords wincing is the only clue exteriorly; this sigh existing doesnt hide and comes to light aside the littony of grumpy glitched knitted-brow-twitches and what is undoubtedly a paled and blotchy epidermis.
My right seeks the purpose;
My left wants to cope,
From the top of my head to the tip of my toes all the way down to the end of my rope..
**this is written describing the onset of an episode of my PTSD. **
Photo
I breathe.
I'm trembling,
'It's ok. It's ok. Just delete it.'
My fingers shiver, my body quakes.
Tears squeeze out of my eyes.
The few teardrops turns to violent, distraught tears.
I breathe harder.
I feel cold, yet I'm sweating.
The phone is operating antagonisingly slow
I bite my fingernails
'Please'.
5 more likes, 4 more comments.
I whine- animal-like.
I hear worried whispers downstairs,
However, the quick-paced pings coming from my phone overpower them,
I cradle myself. My fingers wrap around my toes, my head falls to my knees.
I shudder, I cry.
Enough.
My sobs slow down.
I lift myself off the floor.
I try to delete the photo once more,
It works.
My voice cracks as I pray.
The damage is done though.
I see the nude image reposted,
Falling to my knees once more.
Recoil
Click
Oh shit
Someone pulled the trigger
And here I go
Mind racing
Speeding to a halt
Never going fast enough
Yet no one can keep up
My emotions
Out of proportion
Battling critics
Out of control
Heart pounding
Breathing stops
Soul in tune with darkness
Expecting the worst
Right from the start
Body aching
Terror overtaking
Actual reality mistaken
Hope and faith escaping
Those I love
forsaking
This is what happens to me when I get triggered in to an emotional flashback, they are much different than an anxiety attack, but also can have a lot of similar symptoms. hope that you will still accept my entry.
Time stop
I’m in class trying to focus and my mind continues on an impulsive loop. Obsessive and unobtrusive hypotheticals fill my mind and I try to breathe through it and fail until I realize my sight is blurred and I havent been breathing at all. I start to feel nauseous and dizzy and tell myself I cannot have a panic attack or faint in class. That would be way to embarrassing and my subject of panic is only hypothetical which makes it even worst. My vision becomes laser and I think I have to get up and go to the bathroom before I pass out but I’m too scared I will fall before I get there so I choose to stay in my seat. Everything goes quiet around me and I focus on breathing and nothing more. My heart begins to slow down and my breathing becomes more regulated. The instructors voice comes back as a whisper then actual volume. I refocus and begin to take notes.