Chapter 162 : Overload

I had tried to argue with Emmet’s reaction but he was stubborn, even more stubborn then myself and in the end I backed down as he found a space high up in the car park and slipped his car in killing the engine.

As we walked down the winding stairs to meet Esmee and Mia at the bottom something inside me started to panic at the new non secure environment. It was like someone had come and zapped me with super strong senses making the new surroundings harsh against every one of them; sending me into a sensory overload. Unable to stop myself I felt my body become slightly shaky as I gripped hard onto the grimy hand rail trying to steady everything but even the metal felt too hash on my hands and I had to withdraw them almost causing my clumsy over sensitive legs to stumble.

“Are you Ok? You look a bit shaky my love?” Emmet asked gently stopping on the stairs ready to grab me if my misbehaving legs caused me to fall.

“I’m fine,” I lied taking a deep breath and pushing on down the stairs. The smell of urine and cigarette smoke seemed stupidly intense inside of me from my deep breath in and I recoiled again slightly trying to stop the gagging I felt inside my throat from becoming vocal; there was no way I was going to make a fool of myself when I was in the “real world.” I walked slowly trying to compensate for what felt like my new hyper sensitive vision, all of a sudden it was like I could see everything at a hundred times bigger than what they were, I could see every exposed brick, every tiny piece of chewing gum engrained upon the floor in a strange patch work; every tiny insignificant flaw to the paint work. 

Finally unable to control my insides any longer and my increasing need to vomit from all of the new intensity inside me I gagged and stumbled out of the door with my hand over my mouth trying to find the fresh air, but the outside only made it worse. The sun hit me with intense light and heat like it was actually going to set fire to my skin and the cars whizzed past my dazed eyes at the speed of sound leaving no time to let my eyes adjust to their scarily harsh colors and shapes. I could hear every one talking at the same time at war with the amplified birds above not to mention the smell of fast food and car fumes that infiltrated my nostrils like a bulldozer.

 I retched loudly unable to contain the sickness as I tripped and fell, violently vomiting into the gutter below.