Living a day backwards

This is a little story that I wrote before starting uni, as part of my summer brief. It never saw the light of day though, so here it is (might turn this into a film at some point):

I had just woken up. Looking towards the western horizon, the sun was rising over a washed-up violet sky, blood-red lashes spreading around, reaching for the heavens themselves. As an unseen force guided my left arm towards my cellphone, I made an effort to get up, only to find myself in total darkness. “Is it finally over?”. I grabbed my cellphone tight, wondering what time it may be. It was then that I noticed that there was an unsent message in it, and that the time was 9. The message was: “All the people in this place will crash.”

It was starting to get dark. I knew I didn’t have much time left, at least that’s what she had told me. It was almost 6, and I was rushing towards my apartment, running like crazy on Lime street. My tie was dancing in the wind, and for a brief second the sounds it made slightly resembled her voice. I stopped in the middle of the crossroad, hundreds of vehicles booming their horns at me. Suddenly it all went away, and I was left with just the faint sound of the wind playing around with my tie.

I had to break the casual chain. That is why I ran away. That is why I had to find a way back home. It was already 3, so they were looking for me. If I didn’t hurry, all of this would have been for nothing.

The whole thing was happening over and over again. I was in the exact same place as I was a day before. On a bench, in a park, in front of a hospital. Doctors have diagnosed me with some sort of paranoid schizophrenia, continually claiming that I’m living in some kind of time loop. I was sick of the pills. It was almost 12. I had to start moving soon.

I wake up. The smell of blood is not so bad anymore. Losing my right arm was a small price to pay for saving myself. I wish I still felt the pain. The sun is gently heating up the eastern horizon, surrounded by a brilliant blue sky, just like her eyes. Stretching for my white robe, her voice kept whispering to me. In my right pocket, my cellphone was running low on battery. I had put it there out of obvious reasons, barely using it anymore. Making an effort and picking it up I carefully open it, as it was my usual morning ritual. 9 o’clock, and an unsent text message: “All the people in this place will crash.”

Her voice has been tormenting me all night long. Visions of a new world, a maelstrom of images and sounds swirled through my eyes when I finally woke up. Her words still lingering on my consciousness, I knew I had to write them down. I stretched my right arm, for it was a little dull. Reaching for my phone I started writing.

I hope that you’ve enjoyed my little story. If you find it confusing, try reading the paragraphs in reverse order.