Blackout

I can feel all the eyes in the room looking at me. All of them. Just staring. Waiting for my next move. But I don't have to worry, because I can't see them so they aren't there. Why cant I see them? I can hear them. I can definitely hear their silence. They think I'm going to hurt them. But it doesn't matter cuz they're not there. They're not there. Everything is spinning. Why can't I breathe right? Why does my hand hurt? All I know is I'm angry. I want to break something. Like a wall... I should break a wall. Yeah, that sounds nice. I think I'll go break a wall. Wait, why can't I move my hand? Why can't I see? Whats going on? There's voices around me, saying things... but I can't hear them. What are they saying? Somehow it seems important... but I can't figure out why. I feel something smooth and cool on my forehead. Probably a wall. But why does my hand hurt? And why can't I see? Ouch! Moving my hand hurts. Something's cutting into it. Am I bleeding? And why can't I see? What happened? I wonder if my eyes will work better if I shut them real quick. Oh... they're already shut. Whoa that's bright... I can't stop blinking. Blink. There's a wall on my face. Blink. Or is my face on the wall? Where's my hand? Blink. I can't see it... only my wrist. There's a wall on my wrist! Blink. I think I can pull it off. Blink. Oh that's cool, the wall stayed there. It didn't fall down. Blink. Am I in outer space? Blink. No, then I would be floating. There's blood on my hand. That would float, too. My other hand is still on the wall. It's all pressed against it, flat. Look, I'm giving a long high five to the wall! Oh, wall, are you hurt? There's a hole in you. A big one. Really big. I want to make it bigger... really bigger... but my hand hurts. And the other one is still flat on the wall. I can still hear the voices. They're behind me. I should turn around. Whats wrong? Why are you looking at me like that? What happened? And why are you making me mad?