The World We Knew

Chapter 2.

Clattering on the floor was heard along with the sight of somebody dancing on a stage, alone. They did not seem like they knew they were alone. I took a seat in the third row and began to watch them dance. Soon, light red silhouettes of people began to spawn around me, watching her just as I am. We all clapped at the end, and everyone stared at me as I did so. They all pointed in front of me, I snapped my head at that direction in fear. There was a singular eye, floating, quietly. 

"How about I make you, per say.... a deal?" The eye spat out bluntly.

"A deal...? A deal containing what?" I replied hesitantly.

"You're dead as you know it. I can give you a life, a new one where it'd be better than your last. One that will have your death be less agonizing than your latest one."

"Go on."

"Let me warn you that this deal won't be that easy. After all you are trying to get your life back, why would it be?" 

"Look, the deal is that you have to assassinate a few people and then I'll let you free, simple, really." The eye continued. "All you have to do is possess some mortal and do the job from there. I'll give you a few months' worth of time. Oh, and remember this- I will know if you did the job or not, I have eyes everywhere. I can see your every move. The deal will be off if this is not completed, or you hesitate to do so." The eye said bitterly as if he'd done that action before. I nodded at the request.

In a blink of an eye, I was now a young adult standing in an empty theatre. I look around frantically, I hated teleporting, it was surprising and scary. Since I had no knowledge of whom to go for, I think that I just have to get used to this and keep my- no, her reputation up since I am only possessing. A human's life is very valuable as well, so it's made sense to try and keep out of danger. I walked through the streets, breathing in the cold air, I was happy to be back in a body. Yet the thought of the god watching my every move sent a shiver down my spine. I'll have limited time. They wouldn't let me wander around with no goal in mind. But now, the goal is to blend in which I'm halfway through that. 

I soon wandered to a Starbucks; I walked up to the front since no one was in the line.

"Hello? Just a cappuccino. Thank you."

"'course, comin right up, sugar." The lady at the counter smiled sweetly, her accent reminded me of my mothers, comforting of course. I stood quietly looking around at the scenery, it was a nice day. My thoughts were soon interrupted by her voice.

"Here ya go, dearie."

"Thank you" I replied with a small smile of mine as I grabbed the cup and right before I left a question popped into my mind. "Ooh, question for you ma'am. Are there any bookstores or libraries nearby?" I basically beamed when I asked the question.

"Course sugar! There's lotta books down here. All you have to do is take a right on Thomas Ave. and you'll see it, now have a great day sweetheart." 

I walked into the library and looked around for the historical fiction isle, I bumped into someone as I looked around. He dropped his books and his glasses.

"Oh shit- God, I'm terribly sorry-" I immediately sputtered out and began helping him.

"No, don't say sorry it's my fault I wasn't looking where I was going." He replied sharply. I didn't argue since it looks like he was having a bad day. I gave him back his books and I was about to give back his glasses, I looked at his face for the first time- and holy hell he's handsome. The way his hair slightly falls on his face made him cuter. Ok, what was I doing... oh yeah! 

"Here you go" I gave him his glasses and smiled softly. "I should let you get going, sorry for holding you up." I chuckled nervously. "Oh, and by the way, do you know where the historical fictions are?"

He adjusted his glasses and sighed, "Yeah, just on the right. "

"Thank you." I added with euphoria. I began to speedwalk to that section. I ignored the fact on how he sounded bitter and focused on how nice he seemed. He seemed like a good guy, a nice one, someone who wouldn't stab me in the back. He was attractive too, so that's a plus one. Hopefully I can see him again next time I come here, which won't be too long from now. But considering all the facts, I'll never know what it's like to love him, unless I figure out a way- No I shouldn't focus on that just yet. I should get used to this new life then I can complete my goals, I should save THAT specific goal once I've finished all the... other ones. After me being long in thought I ended up grabbing a few historical fiction books from World War 1. I soon checked out all the books and walked towards the indoor cafe, I look around at the singular seats, I see the guy I talked to earlier. I should go talk to him, shouldn't I? But I don't know how to start a conversation with him. Don't even know what he likes?! Calm down, I should just sit near him and read the same book as him and maybe, just maybe, we can hold a conversation.

I walked over and took the second seat next to him and opened my book and began reading. I looked at what he was reading once more and debated if I should start the conversation, I mean me starting it wouldn't be the end of the world right? I could make his day a bit better if I'm nice. Or he could stay grumpy.... Who knows? I don't think trying would hurt anybody.

"You're reading Projekt 1065 too?" I asked curiously with a hint of nervousness underneath it.

"Yeah, it's pretty good so far. What do you think?" He replied with a softer tone than last time.

I smiled softly at that. "o-oh- I think that it's very good so far, that one part with losing Jacob was so emotional, don't you think?" I asked quickly, I hoped I didn't spoil anything.

"With the way the author made us have a bond with Simon? Hell yeah!" His smile almost reached his ears.

After that the conversation went on about different things but the topic stayed as books. When he spoke, his voice was like music to my ears, I loved the way he talked about books, how he could explain a theory of his own on the spot. Every time he talked, I sat there and admired him. I hope he didn't notice, or I'd be dead. He and I got along very well, almost like we were the same person, just in different bodies. We chatted for what felt like hours, and I don't mean that in a bad way. I loved our conversations. And I loved him. He was almost like a replacement for the last man I dated in my other life, a better and happier replacement. I swear I feel like a new me. In the end, I gained his phone number and when I was about to walk home, he offered to drive me. I stuttered at first then accepted. When we were walking to his car, I immediately looked at the paper that was in my pocket, it was my address. I tried my best to remember it so I wouldn't seem odd. Once I somehow did that, he dropped my off at my house and I got to my room as quickly as possible, looking around at the design, I liked it a lot. The burgundy color matched with the black assents. I flopped on my bed looking at the polaroid I took with him. I smiled sweetly at it. I haven't felt like this in years, but I'm glad I do. Arthur was all I could think of before I fell asleep with the smile plastered on my face.