Prism of Equilibrium

Chapter 13: Branson Left Me At School

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--Flashback to 96 hours ago--

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It started with a voice in my mind. "Shall the light shone on you when the time has arrived; when the last leaf touched the ground."
I felt so numb and empty after the voice dissapeared as if my life was sucked out of me--and it must have literally happened for a moment.
The memories of my past were replaying in a very fast pace but of course, I can easily recognize each and every one of them.

Then I opened my eyes once it reached that day---the day that I was killed.

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Branson made a left turn and went along the way. I noticed a roof of a big building which gets bigger as we go.

It is blue, and wait... no.

It's green.

Now it's yellow.

What the fish?

I rubbed my eyes to make sure it has nothing to do with my eyesight. And yes, here it goes again, changing its color, from purple to red.
A question has made its way just behind my lips and escaped. "Branson, can you see that? The roof; it's changing its color."

"Huh? Really? Isn't it yellow all the time?" he looked up, probably checking the color of the roof or just moving his neck from the long journey. I can't tell; his every move is so stiff. "No doubt. It's yellow." said Branson when I was busy rubbing my eyes and tilting my head from side to side.

"You sure? Cause it's blue right now." The colors are somewhat translucent yet vivid, and there seemed to be a mixture of the same color for every colors that appeared. Now it's green. I realized that everytime the color is about to change, it'll dim once before, too.

Cool. I have totally gone color blind or something.

"Hold on tight." Branson suddenly told me.

Before I could ask why, the seat falls below me and because I am still on earth, I fell too. My butt hit the seat hard. I put my hands on Branson's shoulders as the road gets rockier...and muddier.

Rock.

Hardened mud.

Wet muddy ground.

A bigger rock.

It goes on like that again and again until Branson suddenly shouted, "R-rest your hat on my shudder! Cat on my shatters!" I can't open my mouth to ask what the hell did he just said because if I did, I would bite my tongue. So I assume he must have been telling me to rest my head on his shoulders.

As soon as I did it, I literally felt like flying for a second and hit the seat the next second, even harder than before. A part of my bone--I don't know, my tailbone, buttbone? It hurts damn much!
He speeds up when the road is clear. There are big trees along the way, casting shadows over us. I noticed some wooden planks nailed on them. One reads "STAY AWAY" written in red.
Why is every warning written in red?
Warnings should be written in black so people can see them better.
Anyway, I saw a lot of those "STAY AWAY" boards more as we go and speaking of which, why isn't he stopping?
The warnings are clear enough; we have to stay away. Or maybe, the saying 'rules are meant to be broken' is true.
I can feel we're going faster because it makes me dizzy to look sideways now. I slightly held his jacket tighter and keep my head low, staring at his back. The wind is blowing my hair away from my face. Minutes later, when I was about to close my eyes, he pulled to a stop.
Great timing, Branson. Great timing. I got of the motorbike and gasped in surprise when I looked around, totally forgetting that I should've been mad.