5 January 2013
I stretched my arms wide and began to sing, I felt manic. The pecks stung and a few savage beaks caught my neck so I raised my voice. The silence of no noise was deafening and the complete absurdity of singing without sound matched my mood. Then, my ebony torturers stopped so swiftly it seemed strange. The birds did not fly off but perched wherever they could and a foreboding sense prevailed. The presence was strong though I could see no one and I forced myself to look all around. The words written on the wall of the strange little blue house loomed up on my mind. "He is aware." This presence was He, I was so sure that I surprised myself. The birds gave no clues, perched still, only inky blinks from their eyes showed life. Though, they almost looked in awe. I think then I actually pissed myself. The terror was so fierce I felt as though it could drown me as it filled up my chest and poured out my pores. Suddenly from everywhere and nowhere and spark of courage caught inside of me and I turned and ran. And He was upon me, taunting. Filling the space behind me, in front and next to me, like a gang of bullies intent on intimidation by pure suggestion of their force and savagery. And I ran blindly never sure if He was gone or just fooling with me. Ran, until I saw Tobi, who's face was etched with alarm as he stood with a Gladstone bag in doorway of a house. Raising a finger he directed me down a narrow back alley and just as I felt sure my lungs would burst and the terror would engulf me I recognised a gate. It was daubed with the same colour as the front door of our meeting house. Without any hesitation I flung myself at the wooden latch gate and stumbled into a tiny cobbled yard. Moments later an attractively sweaty Tobi appeared. Pausing only to wipe my sweaty hands on my jeans, I glared at him. "I think you had better start being honest."
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