Nazi flag.

I tried to run away but I got tangled up by all the webs that surrounded me, enclosing all the evil and negativity inside. The surge of electricity that shattered the air particles and became attached to my head forced me to fall and severely damage my arm. I lay on the floor, twisted within the web, the web of lies that follow me around like parasites that continue to suck the faith and humanity out of my withered body. Bolts of lightning like shards of glass crumble my skull and enter my brain, causing me temporary relief from the exhausting struggle to free myself. I can see rainbows made of shades of black, white and grey, and instead of a pot of gold at the end, there is an old corn sack, filled with body parts, still warm, thick blood oozing from small tears in the bag. I see unicorns, pure white and muscular frames, proudly exhibiting their magical horns, the flawless weapon with already, a severed head attached. The victim must have put up a fight as there is a slight wound in the Unicorns back where light blue sparkling liquid drips silently down its body. A thousand windows stacked on top of each other with damaged frames, splintered wood with flakes of old paint peeling off. Each window has a mute figure staring at me, expressionless faces, dead eyes, dry lips and porcelain skin. I cry out and try to stand but putting pressure on my arm causes an outrageous crack and I collapse in agony. I pass out from the pain, I don’t know how long I’m out but when I open my eyes there is a raven stood over me, its wings outstretched and comforting. They pick me up and smother me, I choke on the feathers but I don’t resist, they are warm and soft and feel good down my throat, tickling my kidneys. I can feel them drying out my lungs, tightening around my heart, puncturing my liver. It feels soothing and safe, and as I slip away into coma, I feel relieved.

I wake and see elongated rectangles spinning recklessly in front of my eyes, as I focused I notice the red background and in my horror realise it is a sign of the Nazis. I instantly tense up and my mouth dries out so I cough. I try to swallow, my anxiety levels escalate uncontrollably and I start to shiver. I’m not too sure where I actually am, there is nothing else in the room, just the overbearing, ugly Nazi flag, lying proudly against the whitewash wall. So here I am, faced with racism, faced with brutality, alone, and lost. If I close my eyes, maybe, maybe I will enter another zone, I try but peeking, I still see that flash of red and black
I twist around and find a tiny window, the size of an envelope. Heading over to it I breathe hard onto the surface, temporally frosting it and write my name with my finger. Smiling, I wipe it clear and stare out. But there is nothing there, it is empty, no trees, no fields, no cafes, no bars, no street lamps, no apartments, no cobbled streets, no running dogs chasing balls, no squirrels collecting nuts, not even a menacing group of kids drinking vodka from a worn out water bottle; just plain white, as far as I can see, almost suffocating with the uncertainty. I feel like my eyes need to adjust but the longer I stare, the whiter it becomes, and I can feel my eyeballs drying out and becoming irritated so I allow myself to blink. I’m confused and I can sense chaos erupting from my mind.

I turn around and glance at the Nazi symbol and wonder who designed it and if they knew that they were designing a symbol for a tyrant. I wonder how much they were paid to design it, because it was quite simple, maybe even a lazy design, I bet they thought they had cheated Hitler out of more money than it was actually worth. If Hitler paid, but I doubt he did, the bastard. Sighing, I go back to the enveloped window, and I see a tiny black dot, but as there is no perspective I don’t know if it is in the back, or the foreground. It seems to be moving though so I wait patiently for this peculiar scene to unfold. It seems to be getting closer, and yes, I now see lines protruding from the black dot, and yes, a body? Is it a spider? I think so. Yes, a spider is coming towards me, from inside the blank white page. I see its eyes, its countless staring eyes. I glare back, determined to not look away, and then the most bizarre thing happened. It lifted one of its front legs and an extraordinary booming voice came from within the creature. “Don’t give up now, you are so close.” And then it scuttled away, I don’t know where to, there was nowhere for it to go, but it disappeared. So I sat down in front of the Nazi flag and decided that the designer must have had a moustache.