Lucky number thirteen. The bad luck from having black cats cross your path. I'm sure in some way they're connected and have something to do with this chain of events. You'll find, as I have, that these events can be interpreted in two ways. Unfortunate, or a short wave of good fortune to come. But to find your way out of the forest, you must follow the bread crumbs. Here's the first crumb.
Marie-Lynn was brought to some hospital in her sickness. It was far, I could only visit once. You know, they said that her presence in the hospital would be good for her. I wasn't so convinced. I could tell that she hadn't been sleeping, she was afraid. She didn't want to be cut open by the doctors, luckily for her it wasn't a doctor that would cut her open. You know, I thought I would miss seeing her face. I thought I would be worried to death about her, I thought I would care. I didn't. Something odd happened actually. Ever find yourself at a crossroads having a picnic, not caring where you're going next? Well I was there. Alone, but together inside. Did I mention I love black cats?
I slept quite well most of the nights. Spent years alone in my world, happy. You know something about my world? It comes to life on it's own when I'm happy like that. There was no Marie-Lynn to hold me back from letting it grow as much as I pleased, I was free from her. I guess this is the second bread crumb. Oh well, I thought Marie-Lynn would come out of seemingly no where and ruin all of my fun. She never did. But one thing would happen that would set it all off, another bread crumb leading to so many more.
Have you ever fallen asleep and found yourself in a different place when you awoke? Did you feel scared and confused? Lost and forgotten? I'm sure you can see where I'm going with this. I woke up in someone else's world, I think. Third bread crumb. I guessed they didn't like the sun, the skies were black. Black clouds everywhere, encasing the world in a perpetual darkness. At least that's what I thought at first.
That's what I thought before it started to pour from the sky, rain. I just stood there, I didn't even look for cover. I never have it rain in my world. It's nice, almost cleansing. Each rain drop felt like an angels finger pressing against me softly. Slowly, cleansing me of my sins. How could anyone dislike such a feeling? I've seen more Satanists enjoy the rain than anyone else, don't ask why I've seen that. Maybe those with sin love the rain? But still, it doesn't seem all that way. The fourth bread crumb. It felt as if everything that worried me would just be carried downstream, never to be seen again. But the black clouds had more than just rain after all.
A flash of white. A bolt striking the ground. Thunder shakes the ground. It was a thunderstorm, large and powerful. The loud noise startled me, but it also soothed me. Music will sooth the savage beast after all.
It's funny how you can get so lost in someone that you hardly know. You just endlessly wander the expanses of their mind, seeing everything but understanding nothing. That's exactly what this was, except there was only one thing to see, the endless black cloud and the rain pouring down on me. The lightning illuminated the sky, bringing sight to me once again. There was never anything to see; it was always empty.
The world was empty, but not a bad empty. It was soothing in a way, so different from my own world or reality. Who ever's world this is, they don't care much for reality. But I don't blame them. Reality is cold and harsh. The worlds we can create as we sleep surpass reality in almost every single aspect. The only thing reality has that is better than a world we create is the seemingly random series of events in everyday life that makes everyone wonder why.
I came across her, the creator, on the third night that I was in her world. When I saw her, I almost cried. How could she create such a place? How long has this storm raged inside of her? It was Marie-Lynn.
-Zero
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