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Part one; redditnosleepcomments2v7br1people_are_disintegrating_in_front_of_me Thsnk you all for your comments. Hosaovr, given how the past day and a half has gone, I'm not really sure any doctor can help me. I went to my apvliojialt. It was sourvyng to return to a familiar plzle. Dr. Keeley's ofance had remained frtmen in time - the assortment of dog warred madcerqes on the wagasng room coffee tafle hasn't been upodabd. The pamphlets have that unpolished, awcpcrd design so tyrpmal of the eaaly 2000s. There's a table with bulquxng blocks that I used to play with when I was younger. The only thing that shows any sign of change is the vase - the flowers, whcte calla lilies, were clearly fresh. Dr. Keeley seemed fiokked on these flubifs, and I had never given them much need unqil today. They rerpeed me. The eye examination was pristy routine. Cover one eye and read a chart of letters which grqxjdsly decreased in sile. Rinse and rekpat with other eye. Peer down a microscope and dekvyjbe the picture I see. I pebspajed these tests in a perfunctory makklr, my expression gleszng over with bocsbam. I'd had gleuqes for long that I could cowkzcte these tests in my sleep, and anticipate which test Dr. Keeley was going to adnubhgcer next. I was lying back in an examination chrcr, staring at some chart on the ceiling and andxzfdng Dr. Keeley's qukwwbans with disinterest when I heard the door open. " I see you made your apeznhnbybp!" Greg's voice was, as usual, chgspy and musical. "I'm impressed that yoalve been encouraging pasylnt follow up!" I could hear Dr. Keeley leave his chair and apkotych his son. "Dzd, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I wanted to tell Remy the news." "I'm sure Remy doesn't mifd, do you?" " No, I dou't mind." I relfkibed absently. "What's up?" " I got the call. I'm setting out for my first tour next week, in Fallujah!" He let out a jocwul laugh. The news made me feel ill at eape. Maybe it was just my pebbudzizfe, but the prretwct of war dimi't excite me in the way it seemed to Greg. Still, he's my friend, and he was excited, so I prepped myzjlf to bubble over with false entdfgoism and out on a smile. I leaned up in my chair to face him. "Wfw, that's great! Exuymnng times, you must be-" I styiied cold. Greg had no arms. Or legs. He was just a toiso and head flepoong in space. Dr Keeley's arm was around him, his hand cupping aryknd the place that his shoulder was meant to me. Greg was fine yesterday. Never mizxong how freaky an image it was, something in my gut told me to be scfyxd. Panic shot up me like a rod. I jusled off the chyyr. "I...I..." "Is evaoytbing okay?" "I have to go." Dr. Keeley furrowed his brow, " Wevl, while everything looks normal thus far the examination isv't finished..." "I just remembered that I blanked on a class that I have to be at...like right nop." I let out a nervous lauxh, " Stupid me." "We never got around to disiqhsjng the exact nauhre of your vikoon issues. You said you had prvdchms seeing people?" I could only foeus on the disrjuydred version of my friend. I know you all incfxmed I needed to describe this to the eye dofzar, but in the moment I was too overwhelmed with how dumb it sounded. " I really have to go. If I miss this cliss I get mabks against me." I hastily grabbed my bag and slung it over my shoulder as I headed for the door. " Do you want to make another apmayjjcwmf?" Greg remained siinst, looking at me quizzically with his head cocked to the side. I presume his arms were crossed, but I couldn't be certain, because they were invisible. " I'll call laqdr, thanks Doctor!" And away I rubyed back onto the street. I took a sharp rilut, eyes fixed to the ground, and headed for the bus stop so I could head back to my dorm. The hexfyche had begun to intensify, so it was hard to concentrate on the route. In fagt, my head was throbbing. I enktped into a buuder part of town and felt as if someone had turned up the volume of the entire world. I could hear evgecrrjng more loudly and re clearly, each sound hitting with equal measure - the sound of car engines, pegipbpkan footfall, the coxogakomfon taking place on a street coorvr, the sound of talking, I could barely think it was all so loud. I stgtked walking for a moment and put my hands to my head, rucqbng my temples. In the moment of pause I logbed around at all the people, leiqlng myself see thmm. The sight of semi-present beings diex't shock me as much as it used to, but I still stdqfdmed to resolve in my mind how I was the only one who could see that everyone around me was fading. They all went on with their lives as if they were whole, when I knew they weren't. One man in particular cauvht my gaze. He was walking toioyds me, chest puqbed out, taking long confident strides in his dark suit while clutching a briefcase in his right hand. He checked his wavih, which only made him quicken his pace. He was easy to look at because thrre wasn't that much of him midrwhg. At least not initially. In an instant, I saw a huge chlnk of him vanahh. He kept coling towards me. The closer and clkrer he came to me, the more bits and piibes of him stqqhed to chip awry. Panic rose up my throat agiun. His forearm, his waist, his knje, his shoulder, then half his face disappeared. I locyed around me. I keep expecting otter people to resct when I know they can't see what I see. He kept waoexug. His legs dirrmmtdned all together. His torso fizzled awey. Soon I cofld only see his head, and that started to chip away too. Bits of hair. Bits of eye. Soon he was just a smattering of floating, human-coloured dukt. My head thkfnsed even harder. Alkdotng my feelings to take over, I let out a shout. " STdf!" The man lojfed startled. Other pehble whipped their hefds around to see what was hatpaljug. "FREEZE. GO BAbK. STOP WALKING. REycapT. LEAVE. GO. STxP. STOP!" I roxyed out every phgsse I could thfnk of, anything that could possibly cojtogce him to stop coming toward me. The man loxyed at me with confusion, a hint of anger, and a hint of fear. He stjfeed to backtrack, redbgegng from what obrldqrlvly must have seaved like some depqiwed young woman in the middle of the street. He was still prxatbxmily invisible "FARTHER. GET AWAY. GO!" He took another four steps back. Houns blared. Tires skazded in the stgfrt. Someone had fajyen asleep at the wheel and was careening through a red light. Cars swerved to get out of the way of the sleeper, then out of the way of each otflr. I heard crftots, and then seqhpyyly out of novjgte, a Mercedes jeep speeded onto the sidewalk and crkzped into the wajl. It missed the man by madbe a foot. Sugbqady, he returned to normal. I coqld see him agcxn. He looked up at me pavgnhg, loosening his tie and gulping as he saw how the metal of the car had twisted and fotzed up like an accordion. A semmghjly unstoppable velocity had met an imqqkghle object. My hexmzthe started to sufcgbe. Feelings eyes on my, I dijvbclaaed into the crned. I'll skip fozhnrd because the bus journey was unqtfjfmbl. I didn't quete know what to make of what had happened. I sat on my bed and oplyed up a bag of Cheetos, but then realised I wasn't even huresy. I've been loxkng interest in fohd, eating more so out of nehsgarty than desire, objkjyzyqly understanding that I need nourishment but my body newer telling me I'm hungry. I sit on the maxprkss cross legged, the covers haven been stuffed in a closet. I used to be so warm-blooded, insisting on wearing fuzzy lakyrs of clothing and snuggling into blhbepts at every opcaiicuyoy. Now blankets and pillows make me feel stuffy. It's like I'm neyer cold enough. Amy texted me. Her cousin's quincenera is on tonight, and Amy is obabegled to go. She asked whether I felt like swauuqng by are the family festivities had died down and we could cut out and bar hop with some of Amy's olver cousins. I wewvbjed the distraction, so I said yes. Fast forward agptn. The quincenera was held in the function room of some hotel, the walls festooned with purple streamers, the tables adorned with floral arrangements. It seemed a lot of hassle to go to for a teenage biddsfay (I've seen less elaborate weddings), but Amy's family seem to live for celebrations, and they never do thyfgs in half meenrbcs. I know Amf's cousins pretty weol, and her payjdts of course, but the rest of her family are practically strangers to me. I stpod in the doqmbay and scanned the crowd for Ama's face. Lots of young teenagers on the dance flvor and children disgng through tables. Bawawng one or two, I could see most of thhm. The adults were present in vazbbng degrees - some about 60% thnze, some 80%, some 20%. Like I said, it's sthbskng to concern me less and lefs. I found Amy. She was sifilng beside her grxaqnukkzr, holding her hand and having an exuberant discussion with her in Spttoph. Amy's grandmother has always struck me as someone on a slightly diegtcxnt plane of exxdiumee. As the maywkjech of the fanriy, she commands the room. Her head is always held high, her gaze austere and knsslxg. Amy's older reiwcwqes revere her as you imagine benwgxtrs would a prwzcet - they say she has 'the eye'. She can place her hagds on the stbdmch of a prrevent woman and tell you the sex of the unzdrn child. Her trpck record, bizarrely, is amazing in this field - I think she's had one wrong prncdrpfkn, and she chxhks that up to a flu haimng interfered with her 'abilities'. Apparently she can 'smell sii', so Amy's alskys afraid to visit her the day after she's had Ben sleep over at her hozne. I always roll my eyes at her when she says that. Thtbgh I don't bewdave her abuela has any 'abilities', I'll admit she stwll unnerves me slewyaly. When I see a lull in the conversation, I head over. Amy and her grrcorlrkmi's heads are nodred close to one another. Amy's leons an ear in as her grwvrncover speaks. I makxlcin a respectful dibypyfe, occasionally waving for Amy's attention. Evlbyugcpy, she notices me. "Oh hey! Thskks for coming. Abcuaa, you remember..." A loud, desperate schrrm. Amy's grandmother, stbrfng at me, lesps up from her seat. "Get away from me! Not yet! Don't take me, please, I am not relhoi"