Chapter 1: After Death - Part I
There I was, just walking
out of the school on a normal – ended – schoolday. Completely normal.
Because that’s what I am –
I’m normal. Okay, maybe I’m not normal, at least not that day.
I was more, like, dancing.
Yeah, dancing! Because I just got the greatest news ever: I got a 10 for my
project, for which I worked my butt off but for which I wasn’t sure if it would
be good enough and I had to work till late in the night, doing even more
research and figuring all that shit out, because it was soooooo
haaaarrrrrdddddddd and then mom just barged into my room –
So I was pretty happy to
hear that all of it was worth it. Though I was the only one who that my project
would be failure; my classmates were literally looking at me with those
not-impressed-emoji faces, basically telling me: “Really Quinn? Really?! You, you, of all people think
you’ve failed?”
Hehe – I know I don’t get
bad grades or anything but still; I can make mistakes, too, you know?
But, ah, well – WHATEVER!
No need to get all
emotional and philosophical and stuff.
Anyways, I continued
dancing my way to my bike, because I walked out of school to the cycle shed to
get my bike and get home, eventually.
But then I actually got to
my bike and oh my, what did I see. What did I see!
It was hideous, chaotic,
dramatically wrong – devil’s work (though the devil is my best buddy – he’s
pretty funny you know. Sorry.)! How on
earth could someone – or should I say, someones
– do this? What did I do to deserve this? I just got a 10 for my project –
there’s no need to be jealous!
(I’m not arrogant, I
swear.)
Why would you make it
impossible for me to get my bike, by throwing your bikes against it and oh,
yeah, squeeze a few between them, because I’m smart enough to fix it, huh.
Jeez – people these days…
It felt like an hour –
when it was only three minutes – to set aside all those damned bikes carefully,
without letting them fall over like dominos, and squeeze through the still
small space between them.
That’s when something even
more horrible happened.
As I squeezed through that
damned space and got to the lock of my bike, I felt the front pocket of my
backpack, forcing my arms and hands and fingers in the most impossible and
painful of positions (gymnastics weren’t and will never be my thing), and then
opened it and tried to put my chubby fingers in it, which didn’t really work, forcing
me to carefully take off my backpack and put it on the back of my bike and
search through the pocket.
As I searched it very
thoroughly – I even took the time to search my entire bag with all the heavy books and stiff – I came to realize
that I lost my keys. Yup.
They were – nope, not in
the lock of my bike either.
I sighed and took just a
minute to damn myself, before I squeezed myself through that damned small space
again – God! I’m not anorexic, for
God’s sake – I don’t even believe in God! Jeez.
I really felt like being
in those animes, when I was walking with my head low and sighing my way along –
like there was this dark cloud above me, which rained down on me and like I had
these blue lines of sadness, pain and depression running down my half-blue and
now eye-less face.
Now I understand what that
feels like and I regret laughing at them at those moments of pure sadness.
Sigh.
My half-blue and eye-less
face then met a very hard surface.
I looked up, still wearing
that sad – and at that moment also pretty agitated – face to look up at this…
guy? Was it a guy?
He was probably cosplaying…at
school. He wore this black cloak with this hood over his head that hid his face
in such a way that it almost seemed as if he didn’t even have a face. Pretty
cool, actually.
And he was tall – BRUH (okay,
BRUH sounds so inappropriate and weird here – no, nope, just a big no) he was
taaallll!
Wait a second – where did
all that black smoke come from?
Did he carry that smoke-,
no smoking-, no, no, smoke-machine with him? On batteries, I suppose?
Wasn’t that, like, heavy?
O, wait, that must’ve been
the hard surface. Right.
He was a bit spooky,
though that probably was his intention – you know, sixth formers trying to
scare this girl who looked like a freshman but really was fifteen and then
pulling out a camera to film my reaction. Yeah, great people, sixth formers. I’d
probably do the same though.
I mumbled a “nice costume”
and quickly made my leave, ‘cause it was getting a bit too creepy and I just wanted to go home.
But instead I just gasped,
because I couldn’t believe – I could truly not understand, not understand at
all why he pierced that knife into my body.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t
think, I couldn’t understand – I could only look into his empty, nonexistent
face and choke as he moved his knife, painfully, terrifyingly, idiotically,
hilariously, even – because this was just a damned movie scene, wasn’t it? –,
he moved it higher towards my heart.
He even stop to twist and
turn a bit in my flesh, as if he was looking for something or drawing something
inside of me, and still, all I could do was gasp at the coldness of the knife,
gasp for air.
Then his knife reached my
heart and instant blackness came over me.
Sadly, I didn’t have an
anticlimactic joke to end it with.
A gate. It opened.
Three thick
threads, blue, red and black.
I walk on them.
They pierce through me.
And we’re blinded
by pulsing whiteness.
YAY! My first series on the blog! Hope you enjoyed it!
Stay tuned for Chapter 1 After Death - Part II!
See you on the next page!
[pic origin: http://konseptual.com/2014/04/noragami-review/]
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