Loss of control

It was apparent the moment I walked out of the hotel that things weren't right. It had been midday when I had gone inside only moments before, and the skies had been clearly. But as I stepped outside, clouds were sweeping at high speeds across the sky, falling down into the town like fog and making it impossible to see, though I felt no wind. Then they were gone, and the sky was black and dotted with stars, street lamps already on as though it were only the natural progression of things. For a brief moment, I wondered if I had simply never seen the transition from day to night before - but this was most certainly not natural.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, pushing me forward, and I broke into a sprint. I had the distinct feeling that I was being followed, and the faster I got away from that the better. My legs moved faster and faster, pushing me forward as quickly as possible, until it felt as though I wasn't even touching the ground. My feet made contact with nothing. And when I looked down, I realized it wasn't just a feeling. I was floating above the ground, rocketing forward at intense speeds, completely unable to control my velocity. I tried to scream, but the air was forcing its way into my lungs, choking the sound out of me.

Then I came to an abrupt stop, frozen in place in the middle of the night air, unable to do anything but flail my limbs and turn my head. The landscape before me was wholly unfamiliar, though I could barely see it at first in the dark of night. But the invisible force grabbed me again, whipped me around, and then it was day time once more and I could see in perfect clarity the fields before me. But before I could try and establish where I was, I was being flung again, directly up and into the clouds.

The force whipped me around at impossible speeds, and I could swear I could feel every bone in my body breaking with the force of the motion starting and stopping. I called out again and again, hoping beyond hope for anything to make the pain stop.

The feeling of a hand around my wrist was abrupt, and the sensation of flying stopped immediately. Without warning my entire body went limp as the world around me faded, and I felt my body collapse to the ground. Voices calling out my name, though I could barely hear them through the haze in my brain.

I had no explanation for what had happened. But it had finally stopped.