Tales from the Dark

Repetitive Fate

You hear them every day, whether you want to or not. They surround you, allow you to communicate.

I met a girl once. Her hair was a simple brown, her eyes a simple hazel. At first she would seem quiet but as you got to know her she would open up a bit more.

Now, at first she seemed pretty normal. Of course, she was weird in her own, special way, but everyone is. She was interesting to be around, equally hatable and lovable, somehow. It was difficult to figure out what she was thinking at times, and there was one thing that was evident: She loved to read.

It was about ten years later, around April, 1991, that she started to... change, somehow. I mentioned it to her, but she wouldn't accept it as that. She kept saying that it was just her being herself.

One time, she looked up at me from her book, her eyes sad, and said to me, "Words will be what people will remember me by," and went back to reading.

Of course, I just saw it as her having one of her moments where she randomly comes out with something odd.

But, as time progressed, I became even more confused by her actions.

She kept writing words, in pen, all over her skin. First it was simply reminders to herself to take her medications and attend clubs after school, and the occasional random one-line sentences. Gradually, though, it turned into single words like, Human, Monster, Unreal, Alive, Dead, Sleeping, Nightmare.

I wanted to ask what they were supposed to mean. After all, she looked as human as human could get. She was very plainly alive and awake. I didn't understand.

Three months later, something odd started to happen in the town. It grew darker, everyone seemed gloomier. Though, I seemed to be the only one that noticed. That certainly couldn't be possible, could it? I couldn't be the only one that noticed. But I asked around and no one could understand what I meant.

So I decided to just let it be. After all, I couldn't exactly change how everyone saw everything.

When I wake up, though, it's like I had woken up for the first time. I don't feel like myself, exactly.

I go into the washroom and I look at myself. It is there that I find the answer. I don't feel like myself because I'm not myself.

I am her. The girl with the words.

And I watch as she, as I, lift my word-covered hand and place it against the mirror. The glass... ripples.

I watch as I place a folded piece of paper on the counter, with writing I can't make out. I want to move, do something, but it seems as if I'm not in control. As if I'm fighting against something. I realize I can't even remember my name.

I hear a voice that I don't recognize whisper something before leaning my forehead against the cool glass, causing it to ripple even more. I blink and hear five words I will never forget.

"Let two entities become one."

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April, 2015

When I woke up this morning, I had a strange thought. Let two entities become one. What did that even mean?

I always wonder what my first thought of the day is. I always wonder why I can't remember it.

I'll write it on my hand so I don't forget it.