𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 but..
what happens when those threads interknot and an anomaly occurs? What happens when one defies destiny? What happens when one person is...
It hurt. Fuck, it hurt. My head spun, and I grasped onto the sides of my temples with all my might. Thousands of needles impaled my body. At first, it was slow, painful, but only as painful as bee stings. Then, it was like hundreds of mini daggers shoving into every inch of my body.
I didn't know where I was, but despite the blurry motions twisting the very neurons I had, the very cells of my brain, I could tell I was not where I was fated to be. I had defied destiny and I was being punished for it.
It was a symphony of sharp pains, of intertwining movements, a cycle of pain never seeming to end.
Bile rose up my throat; whatever I had in my stomach was expelled immediately. There was simply no way to explain such pain. It felt like the very constituents of my soul were changing shape, morphing anew. My soul was a caterpillar, fated to take flight and become something more divine.
All these feelings: anger, sadness, irritation, desperation, happiness, excitement, hunger, adrenaline.
They invaded my head like parasites eating my brain, like nails scraping walls, like a knife scraping at a plate.
It was unbearable, like nothing I had experienced ever before.
Then again, what had I experienced?
What did I remember?
Who was I?
These thoughts brought my suffering to a higher level. I was constantly battling with my mind to focus on my surroundings, to make sure I was safe; however, dizziness overwhelmed me, causing me an inability to do so. It was oppressive like humid summer heat.
My nails dug into the flesh of my hands, the pressure proving much too intense for me.
This was an opera.
It was a melody of suffering, cursed and cast upon me by some vengeful god, I supposed amidst all this. The pain tasted metallic, like rusty stacks of small pennies being force-fed to me, never-endingly.
Sweat coated my face, and embedded into my clothes; whatever I was wearing.
I didn't know how much time had passed, but I was being swallowed by a white, starved abyss and this agony would never cease.
"Family", "friends", people I didn't recognize forced their way into my hippocampus, rewriting Inmind, and throughout, it felt like memories from only minutes ago were slipping between my fingers like sand.
I felt insane. I felt like millions of people were talking to me. I felt so alone. My vision flashed blue, flashed red, flashed purple, flashed golden.
But I would not let go. Never, no matter how painful. I would never let go of the regrets and memories that made me human. Memories made me human. My past experiences made me human. I would never let myself forget my hard work to get where I got. I would never let myself forget what made me, me.
Was I... human?
My ribcage felt like it was going to burst with millions of flowers and insects.
A liquid dripped down my face.
Water?
No, water wasn't usually red and thick. Crimson flooded out of my body in streams. I felt it from multiple points of my body. It dripped down from my ears to my neck, from my nose to my chin, from my head to my toes.
For a moment, but only one, the world stopped, in a unique silence. I felt like I was in a whole new world, a whole new universe.
I felt energy encompassing me to the point of feeling as if I was being burnt at a stake.
What was this?
This energy encompassed me, carving its way into my very being, into the very atoms of my cells, as if becoming one with me. It felt explosive, so very incompatible and yet so magnetic.
Everything, every bit of pain I felt was almost gone.
I could see my own aura however I felt so blinded. They were pretty colours; a magnificent combination of blues, purples, pinks and whites, moving around me in waves.
I stumbled forward, groaning in agitation and fatigue. Escaping death's grasp was bound to exhaust someone, for sure.
I felt so paralyzed and yet so filled with a new sort of energy, it was so exhausting. Whatever had just occurred took a massive toll on me. I wanted to see more, feel more, know where I was, but maybe a nice nap would be more beneficial.
A wall was holding me balanced, as my skin scraped against what felt like bricks in order to keep me uncollapsed. The pain was lingering, but it faded, and now, perhaps it was my consciousness' turn.
My mouth felt dry, as if I hadn't drank water in aeons. Coughing out red, I lowered myself to the ground slightly before collapsing.
I didn't manage to even touch the ground. Instead, someone caught me. Someone warm, loud, but warm. Someone unfamiliar, and yet so familiar at the same time, as if we already met in a dream or perhaps in another world? No, that did not sound right. It was on the tip of my tongue, metaphorically speaking.
"Hey, Suguru! I found her! Hah, I win, you owe me Kikufuku!!"
These voices..
"Satoru, winning? What a shocker," a man, I could make out, with a familiar sounding voice, uttered, monotonously.
This name...
"Was that sarcasm? Wow," the other guy responded in a tone of faux heartbreak before readjusting my position within his arms to make himself feel more comfortable.
Impossible.
Soon, I found myrself fading away like snow.
"..idiot... gentle...they.. angry...damage..."
I was a leaf succumbing to the current not even one moment after, unable to finalise my thoughts. I couldn't even make out the words spoken, before I went out like a light, unaware of everything, both good and bad, that was to come, ultimately changing everyone.
this is a pretty short prologue but don't worry, chapters are gonna get longer.. chapter 4 so far is like 4.1k so i promisseee I'll feed you more (>ᴗ•) get ready for a whole bunch of fluff bcs i aint feeling gege rn
let me know if you'd rather me write a bunch of chapters first and release them one at a time, or you'd like me to release them all!! love u all, and thanks for reading my dears.
