Inside my temple

Part 1

My feet hurt from running and dragging. I didn't know how long I had been racing up the road. Rivers of rain flowed and slid down the asphalt road. They bumped into my ankles and calves and splashed my pants in mud and soaked leaves.

"Some more. A little more... " I whispered to myself again and again for hours.

The vertigo was getting more and more frequent and I didn't know how much longer I could last.

"You have to endure." I was talking to myself. "You must endure! You have to live." I continued talking to myself.

I knew that the heat on my cheeks was not from the rain, but from my tears. The icy drops of night rain immediately obliterated the warm traces, but the unceasing tears once again blazed on my skin.

In the distance could be heard the approach of thunder. The only light showing me which way to go so I wouldn't fall was from the approaching thunderstorm. The rain is pouring down in buckets over my head. My clothes and hair were stuck to me. My front short strands of hair fell across my face and cheeks. The pack on my back was pulling me in the opposite direction down the moor, already weighed down by the tons of water it had absorbed. Thunder strikes in the distance and at the same time an animal howl is heard. I fell to the ground, startled by the sounds of the tearing symphony of the downpour.

"Aaaaaah!" I cried out in pain. My leg twisted in the thigh when I fell. I couldn't breathe because of the spasms in my left thigh.As soon as I fell to the ground in a puddle mixed with mud, I slid down the moor in the opposite direction. I began to roll non-stop without being able to control my movements. Momentum was hastening my descent. The asphalt road was so slippery that the scuffed soles of my sneakers could not stop me from dragging myself down. I lost what little balance I had in the slippery chaos that ensued and was already rolling head over heels. My backpack met the asphalt and I was thrown from the impact with every turn. I rolled down like a ball. What little progress I had made up the moor was wiped out with each roll.

There was another crash, this time very close. In an attempt to stop dragging and rolling, I spread my arms and desperately tried to grab onto something with my fingers. I suddenly grabbed something hard and rough and squeezed as hard as I could. Spikes and steel-hard needles dug into my palm, but I didn't let go of what I had grabbed. The whiplash created by the sudden stop sent me spinning around my right shoulder and off the road. My body slid across the road into the mud between the trees and my back slammed into solid stone with a hellish force.

​It felt like something had come into me and hit me right in the lungs. The force of the blow made my chest steam up and all the air was knocked out of my lungs. I turned onto my stomach, digging my toes into the mud and mud around me. I rested my forehead on the wet ground and tried with all my might to take a breath, but I couldn't and couldn't.

One more time.

Second time.

My lungs were empty. They were burning from the strain of getting air into them. In the panic, my heart would have skipped a beat.

"Was that all? No no no no."

My thoughts uncontrollably pushed me to panic even more. With another attempt to take in a breath, I managed to expand my chest just enough to the point where I thought I was going to suffocate. My throat scratched from my uncontrollable attempts to breathe. The sounds coming out of my mouth whistled in the darkness.

Another breath and I could already feel the burning subside and in its place the itchy coldness of the pain in my lungs settled in my chest. My entire body was tingling from the millions of neural receptors that had activated. The sensation on my skin was both as if thousands of tiny sparks of fire had landed on every second millimeter, but at the same time needles of ice were stinging the remaining empty half.