CHAPTER ONE/part one – THE BROADENING
Thunderous rumbles of underground and overground trains rattled the windows. This usual noise accompanied by rain crashing against the window.Jess started as a flash and clap rattled his chest bone. Immediately a lightening was followed by a deep rumble breaking into a vibrating crescendo.He took slow steps across the cluttered floor. Flashes illuminated the room. Jess stepped up to his window, peered through the curtain and could see people sheltering in the bridge opposite his window. He had an affection for its gloomy atmosphere. He noticed in the corner of his eye a person looking up to his window. For a moment time froze. Jess felt connected through eternity, but instead of investigating further, he nervously and gently stepped towards his safety zone: an armchair. There was a yellow nicotine stain on the ceiling above it, that lit up as he sat down.Jess spent a lot of time on his own, partly through choice, others would say that he had a strange way about him.It was true he was often distracted by his thoughts. Not present; was a description his parents used. He felt that he was not in the right place or time quite often.The next day would be time to move on. He did not need a sleepless night. Part of him did not want to leave this place. Most of him knew he had to.TRING TRING TRING TRING Jess started, the alarm clock was going full blast. He climbed out of the chair and staggered towards it. Some days he had spent all day in bed not wanting to face anything. The whole situation had just got out of control. That was why he was leaving. His sister had suggested it to him. She still cared for some reason; he thought everyone else had probably given up on him. No one understood him. Now and then Jess had spent time with people who got where he was coming from but not often.Jess made his way to the bathroom. He hadn’t looked at the time on the clock but was aware that it was windy. His front door was rattling. Something was strange when he entered his bathroom. His shaving mirror looked like a window. He couldn’t take his eyes off of it. He stepped close to his grubby little hand basin to get a closer look. Suddenly his head lost all sense of itself. Then he felt a sucking like he was travelling through a straw, a funnel a narrowing. He was without form but had a sense of himself. He didn’t feel fear. This feeling was not new.to be continued-Patrick
