I am sorry, (not really), if this story confuses you. It’s meant to. Now just to confuse you even more I must tell you this. There are three ways to read this story.
1. Every part is a different person.
2. There are only two people, the story switches between them. Or
3. There are three people. Good luck figuring out which one it is.
Your friend that you might hate by the end of this story,
SometimesY
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Have you ever been pulled into a parallel universe? Taken into a world where the light is only dark? Or where there’s always something under the bed, or hiding in the corners? Let me rephrase this, have you ever walked into a room and forgotten why you’re there?
Most people have but don’t stay there very long, not long enough to see where they really are. Of course the only way you can see where you really are is through mirrors. Mirrors show the honest truth, because mirrors can’t lie. But the rest of the world can.
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Looking out the window she stares. She doesn’t know me, but I know her better than she knows herself. She looks quietly at the newly fallen snow trying to get inspiration for her drawing. Her mind was blank these days. She sets her pencil down on the paper trying to draw the scene in her head, but then again she didn’t even know the scene she wanted to draw. I wanted to help her, but what could I do? I was going to say something, but then she draws a line, straight and simple. Then she stops, picks up the paper, crumples it, and throws it across the room.
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Walking briskly now he continues on his way down the sidewalk. His plan is simple. Go, and don’t turn back. The rest of his life, unlike his plan, was very complicated. He always felt as if he was in chains and wanted to be let go. He was always what everyone would call a “problem” child, and as he grew up, he just got worse and worse, and more and more confused. Truth was, he just didn’t know what to do with himself.
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She breathes silently, in and out. Doing this was dangerous, especially in her position, but it had to be done. She was going to visit an old friend.
Hoping on her bike she went quickly, making a path through the snow. Finally she pulled up in front of a small church. She didn’t go here often. Mainly for the fact that it was on the older side of town, and that was quite far away. But then again even the people that lived close by didn’t dare go near the old church. In fact most people wanted it torn down. But I guess nobody really had the time. Throwing her bike down on the ground she glanced around quickly. You could never be to sure what was around the corner in this old town. Carefully, but quickly, she walked up to the old, long rusted doors.
The church was long ago the great pride of the town. It was made of great stone blocks, now covered in moss and vines stretching up to the roof. The roof was once so strong diamond couldn’t even compare. But even diamonds don’t last forever. And so the roof, looking like it would collapse any second, was in what the town called ruins. But she thought it just looked magical, like old battle scars.
She walked inside and took a brief glance around. Everything was where it should be, and at the same time everything was messed up. A wave of emotion came over her. It was one of those feelings that you just couldn’t describe. Regret, hope, pain, joy, memories of the past, dreams, and music. All in one, and yet it only happened for a second. And then she woke up from the sleep she was never in. Shaking her head, as if to shake out the blurry mess of emotion that just happened, she walked forward. Faster, faster, faster, faster. Almost running, no, definitely running now. I of course ran along with her, until I could run no more and stopped to watch. She walked out the back door which was much smaller than the front door, and didn’t look back at me. Scared of what she might see.
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Please go away. I had been told this. Or you’re the only one that understands. This was a popular one. But he never talked to me. Infact he never said anything, and he said everything. The cold was starting to get to him, but stopping would just give the others more time to catch up. He had no idea where he was. Light had faded till the only thing he could make out was the gravel trail that winded up and down. Shadows screamed and the light whispered. The stars were not shining tonight, instead big dark clouds took their place. No birds sang, and no deer ran. Perhaps they were too scared. Too scared of what was outside their peaceful world. Too scared of him.
He had to go home. Not home to the people he had lived most of his life with, no, he had to go home to his family. Only problem, he didn’t know where he was. Then a feeling came over him, and he saw what most people would call a light. He wouldn’t say it was a light, it was more of a glow. Just a glow. He began walking towards the glow. But it just must of been the cold in his head, because as he got closer, the glow got farther. And so, due to the coldness of the world, he collapsed.
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Her mind was a mess. Her feelings, a disaster. Comprehension, all to clear. It had been a year, one whole year,8760 hours. Enough time to forget. But you can never forget a life. The only thing that could ever bring her closer to what she lost, was a stone. A broken stone, covered in snow. The writing that had once been on it was now faded, gone away by the constant rain and snow. Now the stone itself was not what she was missing, but the person under it. Probably frozen now, frozen by the coldness of the world. It was not just a random person, nor a grandparent, gone by age. No, it was him. Sometimes she liked to believe it was really him, but he was long gone by now. She sometimes wondered if he thought of her. No that was silly, a dead person couldn’t think. They were dead, gone, lost. But what if…. No…. Not today.
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Shadows. Shadows and dust. That was all.
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She didn’t feel the need to talk today. Talking is such a useless thing. Talking only makes the ending worse. It would just be better today if she was silent. Sometimes quiet is violent.
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He hated that stone. No one even knew it was his stone anymore. The writing was nothing. He hated the place the stone was too. If it was his choice it would’ve been where the other stones were, at least other people would see it. But he couldn’t do anything about it now. They had insisted on putting it as far away as possible. Because the last thing they needed to be reminded of was the torture of him.
The party was awful. Nobody came. He didn’t get any say in anything. The worst part? It was his party. He didn’t want a party, he just wanted people to leave him alone. But I guess it’s hard for people to leave you alone when you don’t exist.
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The loudest silence filled the area. It left the feeling of being lost or hurt. To others it left the feeling of peace and a nice winter day. But when you have no one to spend that day with, it was the exact opposite. The cold was just a distraction and the wind, an annoyance.
Then she woke up. No, she wasn’t sleeping. Merly swimming in her own pity. The cold got to her. The pain sharp and clear. She became human again. No more being numb. Hiding from the shadows. It was like diving into a pool of freezing water. It shocked you.
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Being lonely wasn’t the word. It was more just being alone. There’s a difference, probably bigger than you might imagine. He spent most of his days wandering around, watching. Most people would call this stalking. But I can tell that that’s most definitely not what it was. It was more like waiting waiting for someone. Maybe he was just waiting for the light to come. It was getting harder and harder to tell.
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The hardest part about being lonely is other people. She didn’t used to be lonely. She used to be just be alone. Then when he left she went into her room and never came out. Why you may ask? Well, she asked herself the same question and the answer was nothing.
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Soon he would be gone, unable to wait. He hadn’t grown a day sitting there, and yet he had aged far beyond his time. If you ever get the chance to meet him, (which you never will), you would be blown away with a single ‘hello’. If you saw him on the streets, you wouldn’t talk to him. The dark bags under his eyes and his messed up hair would scare away anyone who had the right mind to stay away.
Being lost was hard. Being lost with nowhere to go is harder. Now you may think I’m dragging on and on about being lost and darkness, but really what else do you do when you’ve left.
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She closed the door. It was just light enough to see them. She didn’t bother searching for them though, not tonight. Instead she ran in and sat on the edge of her bed. She wasn’t quite sure why she came up here again, but she knew one thing. he couldn’t go back. A single tear fell. As quiet and forgotten as it would become, it was worth a life. She didn’t waste any more tears for nothing was worth that much.
The mirror watched her. Eyes silently followed her every move. They whispered silently, speaking unknown words, piercing the air. The usual shadows worried. They couldn’t see anything now.
She sat on her bed. She looked at her paper, and then she drew a simple line.
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He had to be honest with himself, it was his fault. And yet, he didn’t regret a thing. How could you when you promised you wouldn’t? The arguments, the judgemental stares, secrets muttered under hushed words. Double sided people, a mirror reflection on who you thought they were. Mirrors show almost the same thing as reality only they show more truth. And as many say, truth hurts.
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There is questions we all ask ourselves, pointless silly questions. Are we there yet? Where are you? How is it? When is it? Asking these question expecting simple answers. Then there are complex questions. How was the universe created, why are we here, is there anybody out there? Even these are pointless. Things that humans spent too much time on, questions that don't have answers. In the end there is only one questioned that needs to be answered, Why. Why she was living in a parallel universe full of demons and shadows? Why was he dead? I could tell you but what do I know, I’m only a reflection.
