Belew Zone

Chapter One : It’s All Right, You Wake Up in Your Bed.

Boom crash!

The fragile windows vibrate with waves hitting their glass and the metal around him squeaks as it tries to escape. The metal caves in within itself and sighs. The rough seas and the titanium submarine fought one another. In the barrack of the submarine down below and on the top bunk lay a squirming sailor in his whites. The fabric clung to his sides and hugged him. His fingers curled the hem of his waistband and his other fingers gripped his sheet. His body mixed the dark blue sheets under him. Young sailor Adrian Belew was the sub’s radioman. Around the crew Adrian was a character of comfort to the crew. Adrian cracked jokes everywhere he went. When tensions were high, he was the one the crew went to. Adrian wasn’t the macho man sailor type, but more of the disciplined and stoic crew member. Adrian had a habit of always writing everything important ever spoken to him down in a journal, though having the playfulness of a child.

Adrian clung to his bedsheet, trembling. His body was glued to the barrack, his toes rising to the ceiling. His ears were full of static crackling around his cochlea. His eyes were fixated to the ceiling above him which seemed to wrap itself around his being. He smelled the sweat eliciting off of his body, sour like gasoline. Out of his vision he saw the walls of the submarine turn to rust and a dirty red. He looked around and saw his crew mates were no longer with him. Upon closer inspection, he saw the door to the submarine begin to leak with red. The barrack room began to flood in a crimson red and Adrian was all alone on the top barrack, frozen in it all. He forced all of his might into a pinpoint of his finger, taking a ton of strength to move his body and get himself out from his trap. Little known to him, he wasn’t trapped, his body had been a victim of his strength. The bed under him rocked and his arms twisted around frantically.

Adrian grasped around for anything to hold him into place while the room swayed under him. His stomach began to church and do backflips within itself, Adrian gaging on the air. His chokes became suppressed by the hypnic sounds of swirling of a vacuum’s thundering whirl. Because of the loud sounds, Adrian tried to close his ears though was met with a loud hiss of static. The thunder crescendoed louder and louder. The noise grew so loud Adrian began to feel his ears turn wet. The storm of his thoughts swirled and Adrian began to feel cold tears of agony flow down his cheek. He grasped onto the bed frame, though it melted into his hand and disappeared in his grasp. His fingers made a typing motion trying to find anything in the nothingness to clench, yet only felt the friction of his own fingers moving. Adrian’s body squeezed in on itself and he was at a loss of what to do. Adrian lay there, exhausted and finally giving up his fight.

The air around him turned black and the static were bells in his ears, ringing out to all who could hear. His heart chased the static yet only looked inward at itself. Go- go away! He begged no one and nothing. A transparency of red water colored monsters formed in his vision, taunting them. Seemingly, he was a slave to his raucous thoughts. Entrapped was he in its world. His body lay there still, but the world escaped his thoughts through his lips.

A warmth eliciting from the left caught his attention now. His heart beat like a pedal on a drum head from the sensation. His body became stiff, though melted whenever the two worlds began to intersect each other. He began to see the steel tubed roofing of his room, yellow and gray. His vision shifted from left to right violently, the room a cage and he the rat in the hands of an eager child. One by one the hellish world he resided in began to dissolve in exchange for the reality he forgot had existed.

“Hey!”

What?

”Hey!”

His vision swirled and his hands reached out, his nerves rushing free and streaming. His body fought to be untangled from its rope and the weight from his chest began to ascend. Cold sweat replaced the baking warmth and a cool air began to rush into his face, piercing and stale. The ropes from his body stretched and stretched until their brush broke free and ripped setting him free.

Adrian jolted halfly upright, his head hitting the corner of the roof and making a hollow THUD sound. The room’s colors overlap each other, and expand. As the color expanded, he finally was out of his hell. The room was still, and the static gone.

Finally, gone. He was free.

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