Chapter 2

The guy was lucky that I lived on the second floor. But then I had to replace the glass in the window. My girl did not fly after him only because of my sense of beauty, but she was very beautiful, for me. But a smashing pendulum to give her when I kicked her out of the apartment did not stop me. It's been four quiet years since then.

I worked, gradually distancing myself from everyone at work, but still fully fulfilling my duties. I paid off my mortgage in full. I thought about buying a nice car, but it didn't work out.

As the memories almost ended and the world began to speed up, the thread that held me within the bounds of decency and society, which had been growing in me all my life, finally broke with a sound that was so pleasant to me. It was this sound that meant freedom to me. Freedom from everything. After that, my whole life shrank to a single point. And I exploded with it.

The world was still slow, but I didn't care. In an instant, I rolled onto my stomach and squeezed as hard as I could. As a result, I found myself on my feet. Next, everything happened in an instant.

I lifted my left leg slightly and dropped it on the knee of the next guy. The knee is broken and the guy falls on top of me. In flight, I catch his head with my hands, move slightly to the side and spread my arms wide. First one down. Stepping to the next, I put all my hate and anger into the punch, to hit the asshole, to spill out not only the energy of the punch, but also unnecessary memories. The blow was hard and his neck bent inward.

 Without stopping, I threw my other leg up and hit the third one in the nose with the sole of my foot. The nose couldn't take it and went for a walk inside the skull. One and a half seconds, three dead bodies. And as soon as the third man fell, I was turned around. Anger and rage were gone, leaving only pain in my side and an indescribable cocktail of sensations from torn muscles.

It was as if all the mental pain had gone with the explosion of emotions, but the physical pain had come. It hurt like hell. When muscles and tendons are torn, it is not pleasant.

But it didn't last long, and after a minute of pain, consciousness began to fade. Gradually, but inevitably. As consciousness faded, so did the pain. Soon I was in a complete void and could finally rest. There was nothing here, no pain, no problems, no body. I was there and it felt good.

The absence of everything was a blessing to me. Until I tried to remember my name. That's when I got scared out of my mind. I couldn't remember my name. As I frantically searched my memory, I realized that almost all of my other personal memories had been erased as well. If I tried hard enough, I might be able to remember some of them.

But not everything, for I could never remember my name. Nor could I remember the names of my parents, acquaintances, ex-girlfriend, or anyone else. Some faces I couldn't remember either. Just mine and my parents'.

And when I realized that, I wanted to get out of here so badly. No matter where, the main thing was to get away from here. And as if someone heard my wish, my plea, I was dragged in an unknown direction. It wasn't something trivial like left or right. No. It was more like a delve into the void in the absence of gravity.

It was as if I was falling in on myself and turning inside out at the same time. It was a difficult sensation, but I felt that if I could just hold on a little longer, I would get out of this place. And pretty soon a flash of light hit me and I blacked out.