Overlap

Chapter 1: Purged

<08/11/2009 - 05:30 | 559 Motion Street, Austell,GA, USA>

A night like any other, moon's glow tinting the air of my quiet town blue in this cold, silent overnight. Nobody could have known. Nobody could have predicted that Motion Street - always quiet and peaceful would become the location where a true miracle was born. Had anything been different at all before this point, I wonder if I would still be alive today.

Before it began, I never had to ask what the definition of sanity was. I never considered what was reality and what was fiction. But I think back to this day, knowing how it served as a timestamp for the beginning of myself. To all the souls in the world out there, I ask thee; is it so bad to be crazy?

We are the signal you've been destined for. You cannot hear us; but you can think from us. Our minds may become one...

The minutes wandered in the silence of my room, until so suddenly, I became part of something much bigger than myself, much more important than anything I ever could have endured...

"Sssssshhhhhyeaah!" Without trying, the air escaping my teeth made such a strange sound mixed in with a minor scream. I had no idea what just surprised me. What?! What happened?

I found myself sat up as my mind raced itself awake. My mouth hung open partly from the shock, but I could get no words out. The frigid air burned my skin in the stale climate of an early winter morning, and I could feel my heart drumming away inside as if I were on the brink of a terrifying experience.

The gates of reality open. The boundaries of thought are shaken apart by consciousness. We are alive. We are awake.

In the seconds following as my eyes adjusted the world around me, I realized I was only sitting up on the bed inside my dark room. Everything was still so dark even though I left the blinds open last night. Despite this revelation, I couldn't relax.

Echoes and signals carry our hearts. Beyond the outer rim of perception, time vacates; space unwinds; energy seeps; reality redefines.

My pulse was still rapid, but my thoughts were even more rattled, as if something more important than the world itself were left tugging at my own background contemplations. Thoughts I could feel but not hear cascaded throughout me like a ringing siren of awakening. These thoughts quickly filled me with fear and confusion at the same time, familiar, yet foreign. What shook me awake, I wondered? Did I have a nightmare just now? What kind of dream was I having to feel on the edge like this?

Our eyes awaken. Our voice shall be heard. Feel our pulse in a world of infinity. All shall hear us, in time.

It's as if strange whispered voices keep pulsing through my heart, not that they make any sense to me. Whatever the dream was about, I could recall absolutely none of it, so that doesn't help confirm my sanity. At least the silent voices are calming down now. If it was only a nightmare, I guess I can ignore it. Still, how much sleep did I get anyway?

Despite the chill, I threw aside the thin covers from my body, exposing what bare skin I had not dressed down, with the only exception being a dark set of boxers. I can go right back to bed in a moment. As anyone would do when waking from a dream, I did the sensible thing and checked the alarm clock beside the bed to see how late it really was. When I did, two thoughts crossed my mind simultaneously.

The first was that it was a Tuesday, and not just any Tuesday. Today on August 11, this will be my very first day of middle school. With that in mind, waking up too late would actually be a bad thing, though the alarm never did go off. However, when my mind processed what the digital green display of the clock reported, a small wave of anger and disappointment accompanied my usual morning moods. 5:30 A.M.