Endless Passion--Chase

I awaken into darkness. The subtle glow of streetlights and neon signs illuminate the
various shadows and shades of my room. Im crying. I wipe my tears and rush to the bathroom. The hardwood creaks and my door, slightly ajar, makes a horrendous screech as I open it slowly. The ambient hardwood transitions into a cold tile. I flick a light on. I’m crying. I'm crying tears of blood. 

“What?” Im crying tears of blood. The dark wine of my creation drips down onto a porcelain fountain. I reach for the nearest towel, wet it, and begin to wipe my face. Hands covered in blood and the bleeding doesn't stop. I continue to wipe away at the bloody streaks as they caress the various features of my face. After the tears have seemed to stop. A warm feeling washes over my entire body. A warm feeling of relief. I finish wiping away the last of the crimson liquid from my face. I look at my alarm, across the room I can only make out the bright digital numbers that read “2:37”. The red letters which starkly contrast with the black outer shell of the alarm. Which alerts me with a beckoning call at the break of dawn. 

When I lay back down I notice the shortness of my breath. Slowly but surely, I am suffocating. I once again get up out of the bed which I had just situated myself back into. Rushing to my window, I pull at the rough but somewhat soft edges of the lace that makes up the curtain. Upon ripping it open, the streets offer a wide array of lights to glance at. The red lights

posted at the nearby intersection blink lifelessly, and the neon signs surrounding mimic this. The occasional hologram screen flashing images of “dancers”. These are going to be the last images I see before I die. As the light begins to get a fuzzy hue around it I stick my head out of the window. Able to reclaim my breath as my lungs are filled with a smoke tainted breeze.
I need to get out. I dress myself, putting on a sleek black coat with a hex pattern of a different material, some baggy black pants, and white sneakers. I grab a bag, which I use to put away a few books, my keys, my phone, and some money. I twist the rusty steel on my dirty door knob which opens up into a bright white hallway. To my left the hallway continues, seeming to never end, the only differences being the doors, each having a black plaque with room numbers engraved into them. To my right, I see the same, but this direction has a black door at the end. I pass door after door, “2056, 2057, 2058, 2059... 2119, 2120.” I finally get to the black door, I open it into a dark set of stairs, dimly lit with worn out floodlights. I begin to climb flights to the top. My shoes hitting metal, the impact echoes throughout the entire stairwell. I come to the end of the stairs where I see a single door.This is the roof. I open the door and the brightness of the outside hurts my eyes. 

Screens upon screens surround me, but for some reason up here, I feel at peace. I know I’ll never be able to escape, yet the relief I get while being up here is enough to make me forget about it. Tears begin to fall again, still blood. I take out one of the books I brought with me, I turn to the page I last remember. It already stained mahogany, I do my best to still read. The page becomes more and more saturated with my bloody tears and my vision clouds in a hue cardinal shade. Turning the various yellows and blues and oranges of the neon screens bathing the skylight into oranges, purples, and pinks. I continue to read despite this. Before the pages

become too sanguine to read, the text reads “Complex yet unseen - My tears fall in a rhythm - And form a new man”. I sob harder once I can no longer read the text on the pages. I glance to the edge of the top of this building. I pick myself up. My breath shortens and my face becomes masked in carmine. I stumble closer. Tripping over rusty covered pipes and landing into wet concrete. I clamber up to the edge and look down, glancing back at the book which has a congealed coat of blood which seems to drip slowly. “I'll see you again tomorrow old friend.” As the pages flip and fly, the wind pushes me off. I begin to fall. 

I awaken into darkness. The subtle glow of streetlights and neon signs illuminate the various shadows and shades of my room. I’m crying. I wipe my tears and rush to the bathroom. The hardwood creaks and my door, slightly ajar makes a horrendous screech as I open it slowly. The ambient hardwood transitions into a cold tile. I flick a light on. I’m crying...