Forgetting to fly

Chapter 1: Worst Super Power Ever

I woke up with a start. Well, it wasn't exactly waking up, the same sensation, yet different in some inexplicable way. I decided to shrug it off and come back to it later. At the moment I had much more pressing matters to take care of. For instance, where was I? You know the feeling you get when you wake up at a friends house or at camp and there's that moment of panic because you didn't open your eyes to see you're own room? Then you remember where you are and the panic fades. Exactly the same thing I was going through minus the memories of the former day returning. I didn't recognize any of my surroundings at all. In fact, I couldn't seem to find anything that came across as familiar. No noises, no smells, no faces.  

There were people everywhere however, bustling back and forth in long legged strides. All strangers. Of course I would have to ask someone where this was. That was the simplist and the easiest option I could come up with, it may or may not have been the only one, therefore making it the first thing I did. Wow. With a way of thinking like that lazy must be my middle name. My name. If I couldn't remember my name I must've hit my head harder than I thought falling off that...... 

Then there's a steel door with a bottomless black keyhole in the center where the rest of that thought it locked up. The headache came, just like the ones I used to get as a teenager when I couldn't figure something out. When the answers I needed were locked away behind that unbreachable steel door like they were now. This time it was different though, nothing was the same now that I thought of it. Something had change but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.  

I went back into detective mode. Tentatively I reached out to tap a women on the shoulder. The question was already forming on my lips when my hand slid straight through her shoulder and continued in a downward arc through her arm coming out again on the other side. She didn't so much as flinch as she continued her fast paced strut down the sidewalk. I looked at my palms in horror then flipped my hands over palms down. Up..... Down..... Up...... Down.....  

My hands were slightly transparent. So was the rest of me. It was then that I realized, maybe they couldn't see me. I was filled with a sense of crushing loneliness. That was then topped of with a heaping serving of sadness. Would you like some cheese with your wine or a side of fries? I could hear her say it. She always said silly things that barely made sense. My mother certainly was strange. The lonely feelings increased if that was even possible. Why would I think of my mother now? 

I pushed the thoughts of her away along with the feelings that came with them. Back to business. I had to make someone see me. I ran out in front of the next person to walk by. A man dressed in an expensive looking suite was chatting on a blue tooth stuck in his ear. Standing square in front of him, I raised my arms in the air and waved them around frantically, then proceeded to jump up and down, wildly performing the worst jig the world had ever seen. Scratch that. Performing the worst jig the world would never see. There was no doubt in my mind. I was now invisible.

CHAPTER 2: THE RULES  

With my experiment and self inspection completed I go back to a certain detail that had piqued my interest. Trying not to focus too much on my sudden semi-nonexsistance I decided to focus on a topic hopefully less impacting. There was something inked into my forearm, it was handwriting, but not my own as a premonition told me. I had to concentrate for sometime for the symbols to finally form themselves into words. It read:

RULES AND GUIDELINES 

IF BROKEN- YOU FALL 

1. NO CAUSING/CREATING HARM FOR ANY LIVING THING 

2. DONT INTERFERE WITH THE COURSE 

3. NEVER COMMUNICATE WITH OR COME IN CONTACT WITH ANY DEMONIC BEINGS 

4. GET YOUR PURPOSE AND COMETE IT AS SOON AS POSSIBLE 

5. ALWAYS FOLLOW THE 10 

6. (ONLY FOR ROOKIES) DON'T INTERACT DIRECTLY WITH THEM 

P.S. 

JASON CHANDLER 

AGE 19 

DROWNED 

12004 E KAY, HAYSVILLE NEW MEXICO

That's a start. At least now I have somewhere I need to go without wandering around aimlessly. I still had to find out where I was before I could really get going on this...adventure?

CHAPTER 3: FIFTH AVENUE

Signs practically covered everything so there had gone at least one that gave away my whereabouts. It took me a while (god knows how long) before I found a sign that gave a hint as to where I was. The signs were easier to read then the writing on my arm but the still took a lot of concentration to decipher. I had to patiently wait for my mind to turn the jumbled markings into anything coherent and then I had to struggle through the painstakingly slow process of sounding out the letters then connecting syllables into names. The outcome of all this was two faulty simple words on a sign at a street corner. Fifth avenue. That's where I was.

My brain felt like it was as fried as over cooked eggs in bacon grease but at least I had something to start with. I looked up from the sign to the sky and was surprised to see the sun already setting. No wonder I was so exhausted. I desperately needed a rest now. I walked back to the place where I'd originally awakened, it wasn't that far from the fifth avenue street corner, and sat on the steps that led up to a building. I laid my head against the slightly rust covered railing and told myself I'd just close my eyes for a moment. I drifted off before that moment was even close to being over. It wasnt sleep. No not at all. More of a being pulled into a black abyss. The closest I can get to explaining the feeling is having one of those falling dreams but after someone flicked the switch for your senses into the off position. No matter the nothingness was welcome after the stressful confusion.