[From here (http://damned.livejournal.com/1162099.html?thread=80092531#t80092531).]
Time dragged behind Billy. No matter how fast his legs moved, it wouldn't change the slow, sickly advance of the clock. Each second was an eternity without the steady rush of adrenaline had had been riding. He was ill in its wake, with little else to carry him. Every uncontrolled moment was an opportunity to get lost. He was edging along the precipice of his own mind... or someone else's mind, as the case might have been. It felt so much like himself, though. Nothing had changed. He remembered nothing knew. He had forgotten nothing.
Billy didn't feel new as he emerged into the cold night. He gasped at the bite of the air, and watched the steam of his breath swim away from him. He didn't remember this chill. It didn't feel like the night he had just left, and that was what finally made him shiver.
He stared up at the sky, but if it told him anything, Billy couldn't understand it. It just felt wide and large, oblivious to everything, especially Billy. Exposed, he took shelter in the shadows, even if it was a little to late to do anything but let him pretend to be safe. From there, he noted the treeline. When he saw no suggestion of buildings, least of all a city beyond it, Billy's stomach turned. Something in him twisted. He wanted to scream, or maybe just cry.
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Time dragged behind Billy. No matter how fast his legs moved, it wouldn't change the slow, sickly advance of the clock. Each second was an eternity without the steady rush of adrenaline had had been riding. He was ill in its wake, with little else to carry him. Every uncontrolled moment was an opportunity to get lost. He was edging along the precipice of his own mind... or someone else's mind, as the case might have been. It felt so much like himself, though. Nothing had changed. He remembered nothing knew. He had forgotten nothing.
Billy didn't feel new as he emerged into the cold night. He gasped at the bite of the air, and watched the steam of his breath swim away from him. He didn't remember this chill. It didn't feel like the night he had just left, and that was what finally made him shiver.
He stared up at the sky, but if it told him anything, Billy couldn't understand it. It just felt wide and large, oblivious to everything, especially Billy. Exposed, he took shelter in the shadows, even if it was a little to late to do anything but let him pretend to be safe. From there, he noted the treeline. When he saw no suggestion of buildings, least of all a city beyond it, Billy's stomach turned. Something in him twisted. He wanted to scream, or maybe just cry.