His True Kingdom

Chapter Three - Surreal:

You were ready. Sitting in your car and disdaining all good memories of yourself, you always felt like you were obsessed with him than love him. Loneliness could drive a person towards a lot of things and you were driven towards transforming into a fatal character. Before you got more wrapped up in your thoughts, you started your car without putting your seat belt on and whispered:

"I'm sorry, old lady"

You'd always refer to your car as old lady because it was, well, very old with very low mileage. Now that you thought about it, you two were ironically similar in that sense—she would be your epitaph. You started driving but your focus was not on the road which caused you to go through different districts you didn't need to. The busy life of New York was like rain droplets smoothly hitting your car. It was simply slipping from the surface of your mind, you just didn't care. You spotted the location you planned on flying from. Your heart started pounding but you did not lose control. You kept going with increasing speed as old lady climbed up the curve of highway of death. Your speedometer read 90 miles and you closed your eyes to slip away.

You flew with your car into space.

Adrenaline was flowing through your body. You felt paralyzed as your car was doing flips in the air like an Olympic diver who was about to win the gold medal. You were pushed out of the rear window. You hit your head through it and your surroundings faded into a beautiful painting. Time was no longer flowing; it was the tiresome passing of your soul. You faded into darkness as you felt like you existed before time did. A tingling sensation penetrated every single cell in your body. You felt like you were "lifted" up by something and your consciousness was shut down.

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Pressure. You felt pressure. You could not move but you could think.

"Can you think when you're dead? I am not supposed to have a brain. I'm thinking and I'm feeling... something". As you were coming to your senses, you felt the most torrid feeling in your blood. You just couldn't register the fact that death was something like this. Every limb in your body was aching and you could feel you were covered in so many bruises that you were adorned with pain and disappointment. This couldn't be... there was no way of survival. You flew with your car. There just was no way!

You opened your eyes, your vision entirely blurred at first; you slowly started to see well. Your internal argument became the second priority as you spotted the most beautiful being you'd ever see in your life... or death perhaps. You were somehow in your own bed and a man was sitting by you. His gaze was fixed upon you, barely blinking. His eyes caught you immediately. It was a color you'd never seen before. A beautiful green with the most perfect tint of blue, you couldn't see the difference between the colors, not sure where exactly the colors blended together to create this unity. With sanity and insanity teasing your mind, you realized how pale his skin was. For a moment you thought he was just a corpse and you were simply in heaven. There was no way hell was this beautifully designed. There was no question about it. His long hair was darker than the night sky and the dim light from your table was dancing gracefully on his head—creating stars in that pitch black night sky. No matter how captivating this young man looked like, you realized how oddly he was dressed too. He looked like he was out of a Renaissance fair you attended once. A seemingly old armor and leather everywhere, you spotted the green tint in his clothing and some gold scattered in various places. There was one thing bugging your mind and you had the power to say it out loud.

"Is this... Heaven?" you said with your voice completely cracking and making you sound like a robot.

"No, you're not dead. You are in your home... in your room" the man had a faint smile.

"I was supposed to die. It was impossible... wh- what..." you ran out of breath and the man had an expression that was a mixture of pity and wonder on his face, you continued.

"Where is... my car?"

"It was not as lucky as you. Destroyed. It will be scrapped. I will attend to your wounds. Sleep ____(y/n)" the man started checking on the big cuts on your left arm. And with no power to protest, you drifted into a deep sleep.