After the long day, he had just experienced, he was ready to curl up with a hot chocolate.

However that opportunity never  came as emptiness washed over him. He could feel the deafening voices growing louder in his head.

Boom. Boom. Boom. Closer and closer.
No escape. No easy return to the way it used to be. No easy solution.

Hours of hard work, the only solution. Too hard, he felt as if there was no hope. The voices surrounded him, trapping him.

So he ran. Down the street, to numb the pain. In and out of doorways. Around the cherry tree. Never stopping, never slowing.

If any means of escape had been close, he wouldn't have hesitated.

The streets were as empty as a fishbowl after the fish has just died. No people, no distractions.

He checked his phone but it was dead. Nothing to distract from the feelings inside.

Just his luck. He would never be able to escape.